Melissa showed up at my door late one rainy evening. It was a heavy down pour and she got soaked just from running from her car to my door. The light blue blouse was now transparent and her bra showed through. Her large nipple could easily be seen through both. She smiled nervously as I welcomed her in. She was drenched and shivering. I asked her to stay there as I rushed to get some towels. I gave her one and I used one on her as well. We embraced and she looked at me asking, ” I don’t know why I came?” Melissa broke eye contact. I was now getting saturated by holding her. I lifted her chin up and told her that she knew why and we kissed.
When we broke apart and my cock slid slowly outof her dripping wet hole, Melissa wanted me to spoon her. I held her while groping her breasts and then rubbing her crotch. I dipped fingers into her making her moan. I rubbed her special spot softly then harder knowing how much she liked it. Melissa then took my fingers and sucked on them. I had to laugh because I recalled how much it turned me on back in our college days. She was still kinky and I liked it. It was a side you normally didn’t see in public but in private she was a fun slut. I didn’t expect us to fall sleep but we did. It was the best sleep I had had in months. We I awoke, Melissa was still sound asleep. My cock wasn’t. It was rock hard pushed up between her big ass cheeks. I rubbed slowly up between them. I massaged her tits and she moaned stirring. I moved my hand down and rubbed her clit. Melissa was radiating so much heat down there. I easily made her wet. Melissa seemed to be in a deep sleep and didn’t awake from me fondling her body with my fingers. I was extremely horny. I pushed Melissa over and rubbed my tip her exposed flaps. I wiggled myself into her and my tip disappeared. Melissa woke up violently she quickly turned over away from me. She cried out stop!!!
Melissa and I got dressed and I took her to one of my favorite parks. We walked holding hands, smiling, and talking. It was so great to be with her. As we headed back to my car, I asked if she would stay one more night with me. Melissa smiled with her cute overbite and hugged me. We kissed. That kiss was absolutely perfect! Not too hard or soft just right and there were real feelings behind it too. I would of liked to tell you we had sex all night but instead we made a nice dinner. We played a board game and watched a movie. We paused the movie to watch the sun set on my patio. Finished the movie and retired to bed. We made slow passionate love two time. Once with me on top and once with her on top. I spooned her to sleep. We woke early in the morning and took a walk around my neighborhood. Melissa and I had reconnected on a deeper level. But we still had one problem, she was married.
I overstepped when asking if Melissa could see herself living in an area like this. She got emotional and broke her hand away from mine. Melissa apologized to me and I apologized for what said. We were on two different wave lengths. My feelings for her had been rekindled and I wasn’t afraid. So I told her that I still cared for her. Melissa hugged me teary eyed. I saw confliction in her pale blue eyes. Even upset she still had this effect on me. I found her vulnerable, mysterious, and beautiful. She always had a way of pulling me into her. I was quite amazed that I was so quick to throw her away after she cheated on me. The years had softened my stance on that and learning that her life had not been so great after actually gave me an odd sense of satisfaction.
Melissa had to leave and seeing her go was tougher than I expected. We hugged tightly and kissed softly. We gave each other a look and then she drove away. I had hoped it would not be the last time.
On the other end of the stick, Sandy exposed her true colors. She sent me a nasty email. She had seen Melissa and I walking and yes, it was her who I saw driving away. Sandy started off by asking where my priorities were. She went on expressing her anger towards me and how I had “cheated” on her. The audacity of this woman accusing me of cheating when compared what she had done to her family with me. It wasn’t like she did not get poked by her husband or any other guys for all I knew. I did enjoy spending time with Sandy but we both knew what we were getting. She got to have a fling with a younger man who saw her for how beautiful she was. I got to have a part time relationship with a sexy and successful woman. We both enjoyed the sex without the commitment. We also enjoyed the secrecy and the possibility of being caught was a turn on for us. Then Sandy attacked Melissa. She tore her apart at how ugly she was compared to her. Sandy was definitely more attractive than Melissa and most would agree. Sandy made fun of her big hips and ass, which actually was a turn on for me. Don’t get me wrong, Sandy is very sexy and toned but there is something about curves. Sandy showed her ugly side to me and it upset me more than it should of.
In my haste, I wrote a damning email back. I told Sandy that it might be better if we took a break. I packed up her things into a box and neatly folded her clothes too. I changed the code on my garage and changed the locks on my doors over the course of two days. Sandy didn’t write back, call, or even stop by. So I thought it was over. Unfortunately, it wasn’t.
A week later of no contact from Sandy. Melissa and I were exchanging emails daily. I didn’t push anything I wanted from Melissa upon her. I let her vent and secretly enjoyed when she mentioned how much better her life would be if she got a divorce. I told her my door would be open for her. Sandy did show up early one Saturday morning at my door. I just happened to be out for a run and saw her pounding angrily on my door. I called out to her as to not sneak up on her and scare her. She turned around fuming. “I see you changed the garage code and new locks?” in a very condescending tone. I acted like I didn’t pick up on it …..which only infuriated her more. As not to make a scene with some neighbors out on their morning walks, I invited her in. We got inside and I shut the door. I slipped up by putting the box of Sandy’s things on a bench in my entryway. Sandy noticed it immediately and asked what it was. She knew full well but wanted me to tell her. I coolly stated it was her things and I packed them up for when she came by to pick them up. Sandy cussed me out. I added after her tiraid that I thought it better then dropping it off at her office or at her house. Sandy stood there arms crossed looking upset and sexy. I kind of have a twisted sense of humor and it was turning me on. “So that’s it??” her tone weakened. I looked at her as she became emotional. The only emotions she ever showed me were anger and excitement.
I was fully aware she was above my station. I was average looking at best and she was one of these women who had always been desired. She was stunned that I was so willing to give her up. I didn’t like relationship games and always folded when hit with a bluff or test. I walked up to within striking distance of her fists and said I didn’t like what she said about Melissa. I then pointed out the obvious to Sandy. She was too good for me. She was too sexy for a guy like me. Sandy looked confused and befuddled since I probably took some of her ammunition away from her. I calmly thanked her for everything she had done for me and the amazing times we shared. I bent down and picked up the box for her. Sandy’s foot was tapping the tile floor fast, she kept uncrossing and crossing her arms, and her brown eyes filled up with tears. My calm demnior was stunning her. I was actually terrified inside and trying not to shake. To break the silence, I said, “would you like for me to put the box in the your car?” Sandy just stood there not moving. She looked at me choked up. Her head kept shaking no. Looking at Sandy, I could see her processing everything. I saw her struggling. I put the box back on the bench and walked up to her. She put her hand out on my chest.
“Just don’t! ” she looked up at me and kept her hands pushed outward. I moved in still. Sandy backed into the door. Her arms gave way and I went in to give her a hug. She pounded her fists into my back. It wasn’t hurtful but she did in a soft way. Then she hugged me tightly. We held each other. She cried it out for a few minutes. I playfully decided to pick her up and spin her around one last time. I put her down and pulled back. She wiped her eyes and tried to hide her smile. Sandy loved my playfulness. I looked at her and she couldn’t help smiling at how goofy I was. “Stop it! Stop looking at me! I am an emotional mess!” I kept staring and I marveled at how beautiful she was and began questioning if I was doing the I right thing. Sandy excused herself to the bathroom to compose herself. I waited patiently for her. When she did come out, one look and she began to cry again. “You know that I love you!” it was more a statement than a question.
Melissa and I mainly communicated through emails, usually during the work day. She had told her one sister, Wendy, that we had reconnected. Wendy had always liked me and was excited. Wendy was Melissa’s older sister. Melissa and I kept talking about a possible future but things were not moving as fast as I would like. She told me she wanted a divorce from her alcoholic husband. I did my best not to push too hard for it and wanted Melissa to take charge and move forward on it. She also turned down my requests to see her or even meet. I wanted to see her but ever since returned to her husband …something kept her from wanting to see me. After a couple of months, I stopped communicating as often. The emails had stopped and I began to rethink breaking up with Sandy was a huge mistake.
I poured my frustrations into my work, working out, and finishing the basement. It helped having good friends that were willing to help too. They encouraged me to get out there and date. Even their wives were setting me up with single friends. I did meet some nice women but it was a thin line to walk because everything would be communicated back to their wives. Most the women were what most considered not very attractive, some were just looking for a guy to support their lazy ways, some were looking to start a family, and some didn’t really care if the date went well or not just to get a free meal. Through it all only one was worth a third date. That was Amy.
Amy was in her late twenties, like me. She was finishing up her residency at a local hospital. She was motivated, career oriented, and wasn’t looking for anything too serious yet. It also didn’t hurt she was very cute not overly attractive. She was 5’4″, shoulder length light brown hair, nice dark eyes, beautiful big smile, curvy in the hips and chest area, tan, shapely legs for her build. Her personality was very quick witted, sarcastic dry sense of humor, and even though we had kissed after our second date, she had big puffy lips. They were soft and sensual. Just kissing her really turned me on. Amy had better self control, she stopped us from going any further and suggested we call it a night. I could tell from the red low cut top she wore her nipples were very erect and had felt something too. We had scheduled a third date to do some hiking at a park. Amy told me she liked the outdoors and thought it sounded like fun. We each packed a light backpack and discussed in surprisingly great detail what to bring. I was more familiar with the trail, from going on it a few times with friends.
I picked Amy up from her four unit apartment. Hers was on the second floor of this older brick building. It was the first time I actually saw her apartment. Our first date was just a dinner date and our second we met at place that had games with poor food, we later went out for ice cream and kissed at her car before she left. I had been getting some ribbing from my friends on the ritual of a third date. Even their wives knew the typical protocol. I tried not to dwell on it but still it was on my mind. Amy showed me her place, it was small, nicely decorated, and she even showed me her bedroom. She had a twin sized bed with loads of decorative pillows and a very soft looking comforter. We then took off and I drove to the park. Amy looked very good. She wore this light green low cut top, that accentuated her nice curves and showed off her impressive cleavage. She wore tan shorts with a belt, the shorts were just above her knees and she wore good socks with her hiking boots. They were broken in, which was a good thing. I was happy to see she didn’t worry too much about makeup and she looked very cute in the hat she opted to wear with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. We got out stretched and then put on our backpacks. We started on the trail. The trail was wide for the first few miles and relatively flat. We walked side by side talking. Then we came to a fork in the road. I let Amy decide. She chose the narrow path with a stepper incline. I told her there was a great waterfall at the top and an amazing stream that fed into it. She was excited to see the waterfall and wanted to take the tougher trail. I liked that she wanted the challenge. The weather was cooler in the morning but the heavy forest was making things humid. We were starting to really sweat. I led the way up. There were some small rock formations we had to climb over and Amy handles them well. She even got cut when her shin scraped against a jagged rock. Amy didn’t overreact, she simply had to stop to wipe the blood and cover it with gauze and a wrap. We plugged away and made it to the waterfall. There was a downed tree we sat on to take in the sight and sound of the water cascading down. We both were very sweaty and a line between her breasts and under them could easily be seen. It was hard not to notice. My shirt was soaked too. Still she didn’t seem to mind my stench sitting next to me. We just sat there silently and Amy put her hand onto mine. We looked at each other and smiled. We had a small sweaty kiss. Then we talked about how peaceful it was. Amy told me how much she needed this and was happy to be here with me. I said similar things back. We took off and up to a twenty foot cliff. We had to climb it to get to the top. It wasn’t too difficult climb for myself but for Amy it would be a challenge. There were easier footings for me being over six feet tall but Amy’s height could make it tougher. I offered to carry her backpack along with mine. Then I started up to show her the best way to go. I made it near the top and looked down. I saw concern on Amy’s face. She wanted to climb but wasn’t sure in her abilities. I climbed back down. We talked about it and I probably shouldn’t of told her how beautiful the stream and open meadow was because that made her very determined to climb. I let her try and I stayed below her to support and catch her. If you slipped oft the cliff, there was a good chance of getting seriously hurt and only hitting a tree was going to stop you. Amy tried several times. Each time getting a little higher. But the hardest point was just before the top. The top over hung just enough where you had to be able to hold your weight with just your hands. Amy was getting more confident and did very well. Not to mention her round ass looked very sexy from vantage point. Amy had to climb down. I did pack some rope and offered to climb up and use it to assist Amy. She looked at me for a good minute to study me. I didn’t fully understand what I was asking of her in that moment. She did agree and I climbed up. I made it to the top and looked around. It was amazing and their wasn’t anyone else around up there. I told Amy she needed to get up here. I lowered the rope to Amy. In my haste to show off my manly climbing skills, I forgot to tell her what knot to tie around her. I lowered the rope and instructed her. Amy actually did a great job! I tied the other end to a tree. Amy climbed more confidently and easily made it up the over hang. I tightened the rope to get rid of the slack and staked it down. I then squatted down and held my hands out. I told Amy to grab my hands and I would pull her up. She was breathing hard and was a bit anxious when she asked if I was sure. I told her she could trust me and I wouldn’t let anything happen to her. We exchanged a serious look. She gave me one hand and then two just as she lost her footing. I pulled her up as hard as I could to me. When she cleared and pulled her away from the edge. She gasped in a extremely firm hug. Amy was shaking as she buried he face into me. I told her to take a look around. She peaked out but clung to me which I didn’t mind. Then she slowly let go and took in the view. Just the way she expressed how beautiful it was through he eyes made me very happy. We continued down by the stream. We stopped to eat. Then we pressed on holding hands taking in the occasional glances at each other. There was something happening between us.
We opted to walk the extra miles to take the easier path down. As we decended, Amy confessed to me that she had a fear of heights and tried to hide how scared she was. She felt empowered by what she had done and told me she would never of done it without me. Amy looked at me more intently and she kissed me more passionately. She didn’t mind when my hands went down to her ass. Seeing the bulge in my shorts she joked, “easy boy!” It was near dusk when we had gotten back to my car. As we got nearer to her apartment, we grew silent. I didn’t want it to end but I wasn’t completely sure if she wanted to take things further. When I pulled into her parking lot. I put the car in park and was about to say that I had a great time and I wanted to see her again (to give Amy an out and to not pressure her into anything). Amy spoke up first, thankfully, and said, “Would you mind if I showered and then came over to your house?” I tried to hide my excitement but quickly blurted of course!!
I hung out on Amy’s couch while she showered. She took her time. When she came out, she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt, sweatpants, and carrying a duffle bag with extra clothes. She had no makeup on and looked sexy with her wet hair hanging down. Amy smiled at me and we took off. We picked up some fast food and rushed to my place. I gave her a tour of my house and then took a quick shower. Amy waited to eat with me and we sat around my kitchen island just eating and talking about our day. I was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and T-shirt. After eating we chilled out on my cough and watched a movie. Even though the TV was on we both were thinking about what was to come next. When the movie ended we started kissing. The kissing was very passionate, soft and wet. I moved my hands slowly up under her sweatshirt. I was pleasantly surprised she wasn’t wearing a bra. Amy broke away we she slipped her hand down my shorts and I wasn’t wearing any underwear. She laughed and took my hand down her sweatpants and she too wasn’t wearing any.
We took it into the bedroom before removing our clothing under the sheets. We were kissing, rubbing our bodies together and touching. It was very erotic and I couldn’t get over how amazing Amy’s body was. She had an incredible tits! Her left was bigger than her right, she had huge nipples! Her areolas were huge! She had a very firm flat stomach. She was neatly trimmed and her pussy lips looked like hotdogs buns, rounded and smooth to the touch. Her hips were very firm and her ass was rock hard. Her thighs were thick and sexy. I had been admiring her strong well defined calves all day. Her body felt cool to the touch as my body radiated so much heat. Amy commented in how good my whole body felt against her and I agreed. Amy found my seven inch extra thick cock and worked it up easily. She commented that it was huge. I joked that she probably said that to every guy. Amy paused and looked at me and told me that she was serious. We stopped the heavy petting and had a brief but serious talk. She asked me how many guys I thought she had sex with. I had to be careful with my number. Too many and she would be a slit and too little might be insulting. I guessed three before me. Amy was stunned I guessed right. Then she told me her first was in high school and the experience wasn’t that great. He wasn’t very big and she said four inches which we both laughed at. Her second was during her freshman year in college. He was average sized she said. I told her I was average but she insisted I was well endowed compared to most guys (per her and her girlfriends experiences). The third was an older doctor she hooked up with through doing rotations. He was married and she thought for a time he would leave his wife for her but he kept stringing the affair along until she finally wished up.
Then it was my turn. I told her my number was higher and proceeded to talk about each encounter. I did tell her about Sandy because she was married too but excluded the latest encounter with Melissa. Then Amy asked if we should use a condom. I wasn’t worried when said I preferred to not use one. It felt better honestly. Amy seemed relieved that I was honest about it and she too preferred without. I told her I had condoms just in case and then she continued to give me shit as a ‘player’. I told her I didn’t like games and she seemed happy about that as I moved between her legs. We rubbed against each other. I moved down her curvy body lightly kissing. I didn’t spend to much time on her breasts just kissing both and lightly sucking on her nipples. I moved down to her stomach. My kissing tickled her and she squirmed. I liked how her whole body moved. I went lower and then Amy stopped me. I looked up confused but she seemed unsure. She asked me what I was doing. At first, I thought she was joking and responding ,”well, what do you think I am doing?” in playful tone.
I was now propped up hovering just under her belly button admiring Amy. She let out a heavy sigh, “ummm, you are not thinking that by doing that…”. As she pointed to her pussy. “That I am going to suck your cock are you??”
I could tell she was seriously concerned. I calmly said, “I was planning on giving you oral is all. I am perfectly fine if you don’t want to do it to me.”
It felt so natural to say. The day couldn’t have gone much better. I didn’t care if she reciprocated those words to me. I truly felt it. I told her it just felt right to say. Amy’s eyes watered up and her chest heaved just as she whispered, “I love you too!” That fateful kiss sealed the deal. It was the perfect blend of softness and passion.
Months later, I proposed and Amy accepted!!! We married a year later..
I had finally found the most perfect sexy woman!!! Twenty-five years and still going strong.
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