In every life, a man (or woman for that matter) should get to experience a woman so wild, so crazy, so passionate, so uninhibited that she was almost too much to deal with. I know most of you readers are horny guys who would say, "Bring it on!", but there are limits. Leslie pushed those limits, but I loved her, even if I could not ultimately handle her. She stretched my horizons as far as what two people could do in bed.
We met through mutual friends, but I sort of doubt that it was romantic setup since Leslie was in her early 40s and I was in my late 20's. Yup, a cougar, glory be to the cougars of the world--they are the best. Another improbability for our relationship was that Leslie was basically gorgeous (while I am plain). She was a tall, elegantly slender (with an Audrey Hepburn figure), smoky brunette sort of like a cross between Margot Kidder and Vivien Leigh, with a large dash of Eliza Doolittle as a flower girl. She was sort of a country girl, having grown up in rural Florida and had a bit of an accent.
I don't remember how it happened, but we had a date ending with a kiss goodnight. It was a very fine, passionate kiss, but there was to be no sex on the first date which was fine with me. I was happy to go slow and could not actually believe that such a bombshell would want to sleep with me.