So this happened to me probably close to 20 years ago, now that I think about it. Mid 2000s, if memory serves. Jesus, it seems like it wasn't all that long ago but it's funny how time does fly, right?
I can still vividly remember the day I met Lora at work. She was a customer and looking for a kids books to bring to a friend's child's bday party. She was quite attractive. Tall, tanned, blonde. And she didn't mind showing off her toned body as she wore these tight shorts and t-shirt and sandals that showed off her painted toes. Very sexy. As I showed her a few books, I'd hunched down to pull a few recommendations from the bottom shelf and she stood next to me, so I got very close to her long legs and those sexy feet. And she didn't seem to mind.
Needless to say, when I stood up and handed her the books, we looked at each other and as cliche as it sounds, the air between us was charged, the electricity and attraction we both felt was obvious and definitely present. I could see the barely disguised twin points of her bra-covered nipples get hard.
That moment lasted for several seconds before I managed to yank myself out of it, and not stand there staring at her with my hardening cock straining against the front of my khaki pants. I asked her if she needed anything else (pun perhaps intended) but she smiled with her beautiful gray-blue eyes sparkling with a hint of mischievousness and said, no thank you. She purchased her book and left, but not before casting a few knowing looks my way.
I hoped to see her in the bookstore again but doubted that would actually happen. I hadn't recalled ever seeing her before. However and much to my delighted surprise, she returned a few days later but with a girlfriend.
And it became quite apparent that she came back to the store to see me. It didn't take long for her to strike up a conversation, or vice versa, and before she left, we'd exchanged phone numbers. Less than a week later, we had our first date.
Her name was Lora, and she'd been recently divorced. Her two kids lived with her and she was a personal trainer.
Surprisingly, our first date was at her house, but she'd invited me over and I certainly didn't say no. This was on a weekend when her children were with their father and we had a few drinks, talked a bit, and shared a joint. Then we made out on her living room sofa and that quickly led to getting naked and then moving to her bedroom. That first sexual encounter was like most, tentative, exploratory, getting comfortable while getting to know one another intimately and sexually. It was good, hot and fun, and definitely not the last for Lora and I. That would come again and again, pun very much intended.
And the best sex of my adult life.
But let me preface that singular carnal activity by saying ours was mainly and strictly a sexual thing. We were only dating each other but she made it clear she was looking for fun, nothing super serious. As in while we were only exclusive to one another, I wouldn't be moving in with her anytime soon, but we would enjoy our time spent together. And naturally I was quite fine with that arrangement.
Lora was very much an independent woman, and while I was in my late 30s, I'd been surprised to learn she was a few years older, on the cusp of 40, but she certainly didn't look her age. Because of her profession, she was easily the most in shape partner I'd ever been with. She had a lower back tattoo and breast implants (something I'd never been a huge fan of) but she was deliciously, exquisitely and ravishingly sexy. She was quite intelligent and interesting to talk to about her job, her lifestyle, etc. And she seemed as interested in the things I'd enjoyed like my writing and publishing accomplishments at that point. But while we had plenty of physical and animal attraction, and enjoyed each other's company, to be bluntly honest, we didn't have much else in common.
But I didn't allow that to intrude on the deliciously sexy time we'd spent together. I planned on enjoying this for as long as possible.
It lasted for several months before it eventually and inevitably ended. We did things like a romantic hotel weekend together, where I scattered red rose petals over the king size bed, and then she accompanied me to a local author get together at an antebellum establishment that was a lot of fun. Before it ended between us, we had a lot of good times but it revolved mostly around sex. Hey, I'm not complaining one bit.
