Story One: Desert Oasis
Whoever said older women make the best lovers, definitely knew what they were talking about. Case in point: I recently discovered the pleasures of an older woman and ever since my "conversion" I have never looked back.
It all began with me about two years ago. I was 34 at the time had been dispatched by the large Chicago architecture firm I worked with to consult on the design phase of a large retail and residential development project that was being proposed in Tucson Arizona metropolitan area.
My part of the project was supposed to last any where from 16-24 weeks but would in reality last almost 30. Seeing that sometimes these kinds of projects lasted longer than expected I made arrangements with my younger sister to live at my house, seeing that she was just getting started and needed a place to stay.
I left Chicago in mid April wearing long sleeves and a light weight jacket and by the time I reached Phoenix that evening I had shed my jacket and rolled up my sleeves. I checked out my yellow Nissan Xterra from the rental car agency the company had arranged me to have and drove to the nice but modest 2 bedroom apartment the company had put me up in for the duration of the visit.
I grabbed a good night's sleep and reported for work the next morning. This would be when would first meet the mature vixen who would slowly seduce me, lure me into her web of carnal pleasures and teach me sensual secrets that no younger woman could even begin to fathom.
Her name was Brenda and she was a sensual and seductive 48 year old blonde temptress with the body and looks of a women maybe her late 30's at most. Standing about 5'8" tall with short sandy brownish-blonde hair, she measured 36C-24-34 and had the body of a goddess which was perfectly toned and any woman would give her soul to possess.
That morning when I arrived at the office building was like any other except for it was warmer than I had expected. I was used to 50's being the high this time of the year and here it was almost 70 degrees at 9:00 in the morning.
The first people I met was the project manager named Steve Wilson and the owner of the design firm Mr. Frank Douglas. Mr. Douglas was mot all what I expected for an executive to be. Instead of the "stuff-shirt, strictly business and nothing but by the book" types I had been used to, Mr. Douglas was quite the opposite. He was laid back and what you would almost call a "good ole boy" but in a good way in that he actually had a personality and was well liked.
The next person I would meet was Brenda and when I set eyes on her I was captivated by her. She looked at me and instantly I knew there was an attraction there but she had a way to keep it fairly well hidden.
All through the initial staff meeting I could tell she was checking me out and sensed an air of sensuality about her and she was definitely sending out signals to me enticing me into her web of carnal pleasures.
We broke from the meeting and as we shook hands, Brenda's touch was "electric" and she smiled in the way that she was more than interested and when she said with a professional yet sensual tone "I can't wait to work more closely with you," I knew she was meaning more than just the project.
It would be about 6-8 weeks before Brenda and I would have our first time alone together and for the next ten weeks we would spend late nights together and towards the completion of the project on the final weekend we would spend late into a Saturday afternoon until it would be finally done.
During the ten weeks of our "late night sessions," Brenda would "let her hair down" so to speak and this was when I really got to know the real her. She would dress seductively yet professional yet she would be anything but professional in her personality. This was the time when she would cut up and show her true colors.
The third night we were together she asked me if I was married and revealed that even though she was married, it was pretty much a marriage in name only. Her husband was some old fogie who wasn't interested in sex any more and basically he could care less what Brenda did. He had his life and she had hers.
Brenda also told me that she had her own place down here and she had herself transferred from her office in Southern California and that she was happy that she only had to make the trip back maybe only once every three months to check in with home office but other than that she lived at her nice condo.
The first time in which we would move closer intimately happened during one of the twelve week late night sessions. It was like the fourth week in and it was on a Wednesday and we had been working making preparations to give to one of the client's representiatives who was supposed to have shown up around 7 P.M. but who would end up being over an hour and a half late.
While we were waiting for him we had decided to order out and had just finished eating when Brenda took off her jacket and said with a soft moan "You know what, I could use a good neck and backrub right now."
Taking her cue, I came around behind her and began massaging her shoulders and neck
"Mmmmm that feels so good sweetie," she said with a soft moan not thinking anything about it. "Keep it up."
As I continued to rub and massage her neck and shoulders, I moved down her back as she laid her head down on the desk with her head on top of her arms.
"Lower sweetie," she purred contently "Mmmmm yes that is so good."
Without thinking, she raised back up and leaned back so that her head was now against my chest. She looked up into my eyes and I knew she had that "Take me I am yours look" in her eyes and she put her hand on my face and we knew what the other wanted.
However, fate would not allow us to proceed but would make us wait because just as our lips were about to meet, the phone rang and jarred us back into reality. It was security calling saying that the client rep had arrived and was coming up to receive the preliminary budget reports and design specs.
Needless to say we, were disheartened but we made the best of it. We both were hoping that the client would leave as soon as he/she came but it turned out he was one of those "nerdy" types of people who insisted that we go over everything and seeing it was almost another hour before he left that pretty much had spoiled the mood for Brenda and me.
Not only had his arrival spoiled the mood, but it was his insistence that we all walk down to the car together as he wanted to try to make small talk. He was a little geeky man who wore black horn rimmed glasses and I guess he had no other life outside his work and tried his best to fit in. Being polite, we talked with him and finally we were rid of him but by this time, we were all tired and Brenda and I had no opportunity to pick up where we left off.
Not knowing what to think about the possible awkwardness I didn't plan to say much and kind of expected Brenda to act as nothing had happened between us but I would get a pleasant surprise when I finally saw her the next morning.
"Good morning sweetie," she softly whispered in my ear and as she checked to see if no one was looking she softly kissed me on the lips and said with a smile" This is for last night."
Over the next six weeks plans had changed in that we still did late night sessions together but they were no longer just the two of us. Things shifted and the late night sessions would involve many people and we would hardly have any time alone together because they kept us running constantly.
However, Brenda much to my pleasant surprise kept her feelings known to me yet in subtle ways. She sent me cards and letters letting me know she was thinking of me and always signed them "With lust and Love, B."
