I rang her doorbell Friday evening. Seeing her standing there took my breath away.
"You look marvelous, Tracy," I said. "I'm going to enjoy the evening just looking at you."
"You say the nicest things, John. I'm looking forward to spending the evening with you, too."
Over dinner, we shared more of our lives with each other. We talked about our parents, what it was like growing up, our interests, what we were involved in. There was much laughter. I found myself drawn even stronger to her personality, her sense of humor, and that contagious laugh.
Toward the end of the meal, I asked, "Would you like desert now or wait until later?"
"I think I'd like to wait. I'm really full right now," she answered.
"Well, what would you like to do next, then? Go to a movie? Walk through the mall?"
We chose to go to the mall. As we walked, she took my hand. How easily our conversation continued. When closing time arrived, I suggested we find a place for coffee and desert.
Over desert, our conversation turned to sex.
"I was wondering, John, why you always seem to want to satisfy me first."
"I just get so much pleasure out of watching you enjoy being satisfied. The way your body responds, the look on your face when you come, and knowing that it's me making your feel that way. It's, I guess, rewarding. Also, I've always thought that a woman's needs should be met before the man's."
I paused, then said, "Plus, I don't bounce back from coming the way I used to when I was younger. If I came first, and then I wanted to come again later, I might not be able to do it for awhile."
"I'm so glad I got to know you, John. You've helped me realize that sex isn't a selfish thing, it's a sharing thing."
"Exactly," I responded.
Looking at my watch, I said, "It's getting late, are you ready to head home?"
On the way home, we decided to wait until the next day to do any, as she put it, "Fucking."
I said, "I've got some yard work I want to do and some odd jobs around the house to finish."
"And I want to go for my morning jog then do some housework," she added.
"What time would you like to get together, then?"
"Can you be finished by mid-afternoon? If you can, be at my house around 2:00 or so," she said.
"If I'm not, I'll drop whatever I'm doing. I don't want to miss fucking the most fantastic woman I've ever known."
I walked her to her door. We shared a long, soft kiss.
Brushing her cheek with my fingers, I said, "I'll see you tomorrow."
Looking into my eyes, she answered, "I'll be waiting."
I finished my chores, hopped in the shower, and made it to her house just before 2:00. As I stepped inside, she threw her arms around my neck and gave me what I can only describe as a full-body kiss. She pressed her lips against mine, my chest to her breasts, and her mound against my groin. I could even feel her thighs against mine.
Breaking the kiss, she asked, "How did you like that welcome?"
"It made me weak in the knees," I responded.
"It also had some effect on your cock. I could feel it start to grow against me.
"What can I say? You really turn my body on."
"Come on, let's go to bed. I have something I want to try," she said with a seductive smile.