Dan and I met almost 4 years ago, and the attraction was immediate. Dan was about five years older, nearing 50 and still in very good shape at 6ft 1 with broad shoulders, muscular arms and still the same weight he was in college.
I was 5ft 6 with shoulder length brown hair, deep set brown eyes, long slender legs and a tight ass kept that way from twice weekly visits to the gym. Both of us had good jobs, similar interests and had met at a book launch when Dan, noticing me in conversation with the author, offered me a glass of champagne.
At first surprised by the boldness of this stranger's approach soon found herself staring impossibly deeply into his eyes and did not leave his side for the rest of the evening. I felt drawn to him in a way I could barely describe, even to myself. The sound of his voice, the surety and confidence he exuded and the way he made me feel safe and under his spell at the same time was intoxicating.
When the event finished, I went home that evening on a high, happier than I'd felt in ages.
We texted non-stop for the next few days and agreed to meet the following weekend. We met in a park for an afternoon picnic after deciding what each of us would bring. I wore my favourite fall dress, and the day was gorgeous. Dan's still boyish looks and amazing smile put me at ease instantly and I felt like I had known him a lot longer than I had.
It was September, leaves were starting to fall and a light breeze blew as we relaxed on a large blanket Dan brought. The conversation flowed freely, and the attraction was growing by the minute. He sat close to me, and when his fingers brushed my arm, I felt goosebumps. When he finally kissed me for that first time, sparks flew. I reached out and pulled him close and he did the same, kissing me gently at first then with mounting passion.
I don't know how long that kiss lasted but the sounds of kids playing noisily nearby broke the spell. "Maybe we should, ah, go somewhere more private" Dan suggested, and I agreed smiling at him and clutching his hand.
We packed up the picnic and walked to our cars and drove back to my place, his car parking behind mine in my driveway. I had the delicious thought of me being trapped in front of Dan, and at his mercy.
When we got inside Dan held me and kissed me, his hands roaming, exploring my slender body. He softly squeezed my ass, ran his hands up and down my arms and gripped my waist and whispered, "You are so beautiful." He planted gentle kisses on my neck and between my breasts while cupping them with his hands. I moaned in pleasure, the feeling of his hands on my breasts fuelled my desire and my hands began exploring his hard, athletic body.
He started to take my top off, and I let him, eager for him to explore. He sucked my breasts lovingly, even gave my erect nipples a little bite, which drove me crazy. My pussy was getting wetter by the second and when his hand went beneath my dress, I deftly undid the tie and my dress fell to the floor.
He stopped to admire my smooth slim legs, the softness of my thighs and my waiting crotch. His eyes blazed with lust, and I could see the bulge in his pants. I undid the snap of his jeans and pulled them down. His hands and mouth continued to trace my body from head to toe, lingering at all the right places, drawing out my pleasure.
When he worked his way from my belly downwards, I closed my eyes and waited for the imminent touch of his tongue on my pussy. I didn't have to wait long. His tongue expertly flicked my clit, licked my labia and feasted on my pussy like a man dying of thirst. God, it felt amazing!
With each moan he probed deeper into my pussy, setting off chain reactions of pleasure coming from all over. Before long I felt my orgasm building and when it came, wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me as I ground his face in my pussy, releasing my love juices and writhing with joy. When I finally subsided, he stood up, his cock glistening with pre cum and thrust straight into me, filling me completely.
I lost count of the number of times I came, my body convulsing as wave after wave of the most intense pleasure I had ever felt engulfed me. Dan stuck two fingers in my mouth as he continued pounding me and then took them out to grab both breasts, squeezing hard and pinching my nipples. I felt a hot flash on my cheek as he lightly slapped me, and I opened my eyes wide and begged him "Do that again!"
He moaned in pleasure and quickened his thrusts, slapping my other cheek, sending thrills through me and placed his hand gently around my neck as his eyes bore into mine, building towards his climax. My reaction was shocking to me as I gasped, "In my mouth, I want your cum in my mouth!". I had never enjoyed a man's cock in my mouth before much less asked for it. My ex-husband had only been interested in quickies with little or no foreplay. I wanted Dan's cock and cum in my mouth like my life depended on it.
It must have really turned him on because barely five seconds later he pulled out of my throbbing wet pussy, yanked a handful of my hair and thrust his throbbing erection into my waiting mouth. The force of his ejaculation took me by surprise as spurt after spurt of his creamy cum shot into my mouth, splattered the inside of my cheeks and down my throat. I was determined to swallow it all and I did, his strong hands kept my mouth firmly on his cock, my nose pressed into his belly, taking in his masculine scent and well as his insatiable load, which caused me to cum again.