Years ago I was in my mid-twenties, living in California and full of life. Though far from inexperienced with girls, I still hadn't fully blossomed yet, sexually. All that changed thanks to a woman I'll call K.
At the time I worked in media placement, doing business with a lot of sales representatives over the phone. K was one of them. I always wondered if her appearance matched the sexiness of her voice. In fact, her voice was only the beginning. She was attractive, in her late thirties or early forties and very easy to talk to. She had a female sales assistant that was closer to my age and I always thought K was trying to set us up to be together.
Little did she know that it was her that I was more interested in. I know she didn't suspect anything because once she took me and her assistant out to lunch, during which her assistant excused herself to the rest room. K asked me if I would like to ask her assistant out some time. I flat out told her I'd much rather make something happened with her, not her assistant.
This was far before the 'older woman, younger man' phenomenon became a constant in newspapers, magazines and every other place. In fact, at the time expressing this interest felt a bit taboo. K was silent when I told her. I didn't know if this meant the idea was ridiculous to her or that she was flattered. Her assistant returned to the table and we all continued with our genial conversation. I had no idea what to expect and was a little reticent to pursue her any further as her reaction was so hard to read.
The following week I got a call from her asking to go out to dinner. This was not unusual as far as our business went, so I wasn't sure what to think. Then I met her at the restaurant. It was a small, romantic French bistro that was very dark and intimate. That gave me my first clue. As we continued with dinner, we never spoke about dinner once. We only talked about each other, getting to know each other and becoming quite familiar.
Dinner seemed to fly by and in no time we were leaving the restaurant, walking the streets of the city back to her car. The topic of her hair came up and she mentioned that she was thinking of dying hers red. It was a dirty blonde at the time. She asked me what I thought. I sensed an opportunity.
I looked at her and smirked, "Red, huh? I guess I'd have to see you naked first to have an opinion." She half laughed. Even on the dark street, I could see her blush. I walked towards her and she slowly backed away, teasingly. Eventually we entered the darkened entryway of a small apartment building. We were quite concealed there.
Leaning down, I kissed her and pressed into her body as I pinned her against a wall. I wasn't sure how she'd react, but I soon had my answer as her tongue was the first to enter and explore my mouth. My body pressed against hers and I could feel her ample breasts against my chest. I began to slowly grind my crotch against hers. We were immediately filled with lust, passion and desire. I could hear both of our hearts beating wildly.
Slow, uneven clacking of her heels was heard as she shifted her weight, meeting and reciprocating the grinding of my crotch. I reached my hand under her blouse and began to caress her breasts, then teased her nipples between my thumb and fingers. I was tempted to escalate the situation right then and there, but knew I wouldn't be able to do nearly half the things I wanted to in such a public setting.
We went back to her place and began kissing and stripping our clothes away, piece by piece, leaving a trail to her bedroom.
