7
Chantelle was still straddling me, casually riding me and sharing a joint; she seems insatiable.
I'm not complaining, it's like a dream; a gorgeous woman this sexy, behaving like a nympho.
She reiterates her desire for me to divulge how I became so knowledgeable and proficient.
"Sharon left me because I didn't satisfy her, and Cassie did; so, their relationship became stronger as ours dwindled. She decided I wasn't necessary to satisfy her."
"I did some soul searching and figured out we never communicated properly, I needed to learn a lot before I attempted another lasting relationship."
"I was browsing in a bookstore; reading the synopsis, of a book titled, 'What Women Want.' Thinking this book might be a good way to start changing.
A woman's voice from nearby.
"Maybe we should just tell each other." She held up a book up 'What Men Want.' We both giggled and she turned away. I browsed a little longer; found another interesting possibility; a book 'Men are from Mars; Women are from Venus.'
When I went to the cash register; she was in front of me at the back of the line. I did the normal male thing and I scanned her as a prospective hookup. At first, I dismissed the idea; she wasn't the type of woman I would normally hit on. She did have a nice figure, but was rather plain, more like the mom next door, than a hot chick, I usually go for; but she was well endowed, and friendly. I rethought my previous hasty judgement and decided she was attractive enough; her body was slightly overweight but still very sexy; and I hadn't had sex for a while.
I couldn't help but reflect on her suggestion of teaching each other.
Feeling the necessity to explain, to save my male ego or something, I leaned toward her in line, speaking over her shoulder, sheepishly telling her.
'My wife just left me for another woman. I guess it's obvious I didn't satisfy her.'
'Wow,' she turned to me a gorgeous smile, laughingly blurted out, louder than I suspect she would have preferred.
'My husband left me for his golfing buddy.' Several people within earshot snickered.
I paid for her book, asking.
'How about a coffee, and discuss that offer of trading ideas to each other?'
While having coffee in a nearby shop, I became quite attracted to her. She had a great personality, intellectual, great sense of humor, very confident. I realized she was a natural beauty.
We hit it off, relaxed, and fun conversation; we decided to highlight our books, write down questions and get together again to discuss what we read, and verify if we believe what we read to be true."
Chantelle stops me, leaning forward placing her fingers to my lips.
"Brian, I really want to hear this story, however, it's difficult for me to focus; I really need to peeee," she lifts off and runs to the bathroom.
When Chantelle returns, I'm on the sofa and have poured 2 fresh wine.
"Brian, I've been very well fucked, so is it ok if we just sit and share stories and wine?"
"Of course." I reply.
She snuggles in close, like a child about to hear a bedtime story from dad.
"I don't want the reader's digest version, please tell me the story of you and her in detail; I think I too could learn so much."
"Her name is Doris; she too, was a virgin when she married 7 years prior, divorced for 6 months, and had a 6-year-old. Still in the coffee shop discussing how we might proceed, sharing our downfall being lack of proper communication with the opposite sex. We agreed to assist each other; in order for us to establish uninhibited communication, open, honest talk was essential, and Doris to further establish that; boldly divulged she hadn't had sex in nearly a year, but she did masturbate a few times a week. To reciprocate, I humbly admitted, I too, was a couple months without, and also participated in manual relief.
As if she was a psychiatrist, she nonchalantly suggested we fuck; went on to explain we needed to learn how to sexually satisfy the opposite sex, as both our partners left us for same sex relationships. She figured the best way we could learn that would be by copulating; just fucking, non-emotional intercourse. To establish a starting point, get past any nervous inhibitions, and after pillow talk, decide whether we want to continue any further contact with each other, sexual or platonic.
It seemed logical.
We established right then, before leaving the coffee shop, it would not be a romantic relationship, purely academic, educational to become better partners, with full focus on the sexual education and communication aspect, for the benefit of future relationships.
It was already afternoon, when we decided to proceed; her son was in school and going to be picked up by gramma, my ex had Ben that week, so her place it was.
We sat on the sofa and shared a joint. She, without any fanfare stood; lifted her top and pushed her jeans down. An average woman, 5'6", shoulder length, mousy brown hair, slightly overweight, love handles, but not at all considered fat. She slipped the shoulder straps of her bra, removed her arms. In a quick motion, spun her bra around and undid the clasp when in front. That move I'd never seen; but I was staring at large melon shaped, soft breasts, with semi erect nipples on very dark areoles. She put her thumbs under the sides of her basic, white panties, pushed them past her bum, the wiggled so the fell to her feet, she kicked them away. Placing her hands on her hips, legs slightly parted, she posed. A few seconds and she turned 180, paused, so I got a good view of her round ass cheeks. She again spun a 180. 'Well, your turn.'
I was enjoying the view, a trimmed bush, landing strip style, a nice curvaceous figure.
{I recall hearing the phase, 'built for comfort, not speed'}
I smiled, 'very nice,' lifted my shirt, dropped my jeans, I go commando, she gasped. 'That's very nice.' I did the 180 moves also.
Standing, staring at each other's naked body, unsure how to proceed, 'c'mon' she said; took my hand, led me to her bedroom. 'I'll start, I'm already wet, I've been thinking about getting laid, since chatting with you in the bookstore, I was unsure how to approach it in the coffee shop, but I wanted to get fucked. Seeing your naked, strong athletic body, and that huge cock, I'm anxious to feel it inside me.'
Your powerful muscles against my soft body, damn it Brian, it's been a year I need to get fucked.'
I had a light bulb moment, an epiphany, I realized her compliments aroused me.
She dropped to her knees, wrapped her fingers around my member and licked the tip, she definitely knew how to suck a cock, I responded instantly.
My past, I was always the aggressor, this was exciting. I felt compelled to tell her the effect she was having on m, verbally and emotionally.
We moved to the bed, got into a 69. A minute later she lifts; straddles me, lowers herself onto me. 'hmmmmnn that's the best dick I've ever had inside me, you do have a lot to learn orally though,' her words stung, but at the same time I was pleased she was so brutally honest. That set the tone for our relationship, honesty, brutal or not, it was how we would improve.
She bounced on my cock, talked dirty, and came rather quickly, 'Ok, big guy, what's your preference?' She asked matter-of-factly.
'Doggy.' I replied.
She twisted away and got on all fours, knees wide on the edge of the bed, her feet hanging over the edge of the bed. I got behind, holding her love handles.
'I enjoy anal, but, not today, we'll need to work into that, you're much larger than I've ever had back there. Show me what kinda game you got; fuck me hard, I hope you got enough stamina to give me a multiple.' I went slow at first, playing with her breasts, fingering her labia and clit as I stroked. I went at least 1/2 hour, she dropped her head and shoulders to the bed; had 2 orgasms before I relinquished my jism.
We lay on the bed, both agreed it was a great starting point, complimented each other, and then had a casual missionary fuck."
"We discussed at length what was most effective and how we might improve. It was delightful, satisfying and enlightening."
"We agreed to meet at her place during school hours. She didn't work, she got the house in her divorce and $2500 a month in alimony and childcare. We met every other day; I learned way more than I taught. She was awesome."
