Ok, here's a little tidbit from my past. Snuggle up to Daddy.
I was about 25 and working as an executive for a department store in downtown Philly. When you're a single, relatively good-looking heterosexual man who wears a suit every day in a business where the co-workers are about 90% women, most of them young and hot, well, life is good!
Except, I was kinda shy and I had a steady girlfriend who also worked there, so I was really reticent to fool around. And believe me, the more that these woman knew I had a steady chick, the more they came onto me. Oh, the opportunities I passed over. But, I was young, naive, and loyal, despite the fact that my GF, though gorgeous, was really pretty boring sexually. In fact, I think she only blew me twice in 4 years of dating.
Anyway, I started becoming friendly with this assistant buyer who was about 38 at the time. her name, ironically enough, was Beth. She was always very friendly, but not in the way most of the other women were. She never came onto me or flirted with me. In fact, she made it known she had a real steady boyfriend herself. She was just really cute and sweet, and for whatever reason, we started going to lunch together.
As you can probably guess, as these "Harry and Sally"-type friendships go, our lunches started to become more frequent, now two or three times a week, and the conversation started to become more personal. She would always subtly lead the conversations in the way that she wanted to, again, I was so shy (boy, have things changed!)
Beth started asking me why I still went out with Stephanie and why I was so loyal to her. She became more and more inquisitive and then more revealing about her own relationship with her guy, Richard. Seems Richard was having some issues that made her really start to have her doubts about him as a long-time 'keeper'. "Like what?", I asked, heading right into her lair.
Beth told me that Richard just was doing it for her in the bedroom, that he only wanted to have sex once a night, if that. She went on to tell me that she had a more advanced sex drive as she was becoming older, reaching her prime, and that she loved Richard, but wanted more. Beth described the way she would suck Richard off, how she just adored sucking cock, but Richard never seemed all that interested, he was a one-and-done, straight missionary-position-fucking guy, silly man. She had me hooked, had reeled me in, and she damn well knew it.
She started to ask how Stephanie was in bed, and I candidly told her that she wasn't very adventurous, that I wanted to learn and experiment more. Beth asked me if Stephanie gave good head, as she called it, a term at the time I barely recognized, so inexperienced was I. I blushed and told Beth about Stephanie's almost complete refusal to go down on me. Beth looked at me sympathetically and suggested that since we would both got along so well as friends, that perhaps we could help each other out in other ways. She mapped out a plan. She asked me to meet her for a drink at a bar we both knew on the upcoming Saturday night, and I agreed, breaking my regular Saturday night date with Steph, telling Steph I was going out with my friends, which I was, kinda.
I got to the bar first and saw Beth when she entered. Beth had always dressed very conservatively at work, the ultimate professional, hair up, minimal make-up, fashionable but not even the hint of sexy wardrobe attire. I'd never seen her dress in any other way. Until now.
She had on thick make-up that made her olive skin virtually sparkle and glow. Her hair cascaded sensually down one side of her face, languishing around her big brown eyes.
She had on a silky white blouse, and the best yet: a short, tight, black leather miniskirt with about 4-inch heels and black stockings, the lace barely visible as she sat down on the stool next to me, crossing her legs as her skirt rode up high on her thighs.
She threw back her hair and asked if I had ordered yet, and I could only shake my head in a feeble no. I felt like the bug about to be trapped by the spider, and loving every minute of it. What a way to go. "Good," she said. "Let's go, I have a surprise," and took me by the hand, every single man's head turning as we walked through the crowded bar. I saw a casual acquaintance as we passed him and he gave me the thumbs up and a smile, the universal male signal of "Way to go, dude!"
She led me to her car, and asked me to drive. I asked her "Where?", and she said, "You'll see," and gave me directions until I had a pretty good idea where we were going. We ended up in the parking lot of a local country club's golf course. I asked if she or her family was a member, assuming we were heading inside for some dinner. She shook her head no, and directed me to pull around to the corner of the lot.
I had played this course before, we were heading to the area between the fifth and sixth holes, which was separated from virtually the rest of the course, in a little wooded, hilly alcove. I turned off the car, and she reached over and gave me one of those rare kisses that you'll remember all of your life. The heat and passionate and blazing sexuality of this older woman, soon to be my sexual mentor and self-appointed professor of my domain, was a life-altering experience. What is that biblical passage, I think its Paul to the Corinthians, "When I became a man, I put away childish things?" Well, I was shedding my toy box for good tonight, kiddies.
