Chapter One -- Priscilla awakens my sex life
"Life is sweet," I was thinking to myself as we laid together, Sarah spooning from behind me, her carefully manicured bush rubbing against my right cheek. It would be just a matter of minutes before our love making moved from hugs and caresses to blissful, awesome sex.
Once again I began to think of how I got to this place, where sex was so powerful and engaging. Sex was always important to me, even before I knew what it was. But it wasn't very rewarding beyond the three children my ex-wife bore for us. I was drawn to sex so strongly, but somehow unfulfilled.
Part of it was my ex-wife -- when she gave up drinking nearly 15 years ago, which she had to do to survive, she gave up sex. "I only enjoyed it when I was drunk," she told me on numerous occasions. My sex life had been relegated to my left hand and my imagination; it was gone from my marriage.
But somehow, God, I believe, intervened. I developed a prostate condition which required consultation with a urologist. We met four times a year, and he began to sense something was wrong beyond the obvious medical condition. He scheduled a battery of blood tests without explaining why.
"Just as I thought," he said a week later. "Your testosterone level is half the minimum of the normal range." He began a long term treatment program to increase my testosterone level to high normal.
My weight began to drop; I just didn't eat as much junk food. I began to notice women all around me. My interest in sex provided by my left hand was more intense and less frequent. I wanted sex with a woman. It was like being a kid again. But my psyche was still damaged. Fear still rampaged in my mind. During my next appointment with the doctor, he gave me samples of Viagra and Cialis.
"Why? I'm not having sex with anyone right now?" He suggested I try it on my own once to see what happened and encouraged me to approach my wife again. I understand now that he was trying to remove my fear of sexual performance.
Finally, as I was leaving the examining room, he handed me a sample bottle of a sexual lubricant. "Men being treated like you are often need to lubricate -- to keep from hurting their partners," he said as he walked out the door of the examining room.
My wife agreed to try sex again, but it was a huge failure. She pushed me off after a few minutes and called me a pervert. I knew she was wrong, but couldn't fully dismiss her claims. A very intelligent person, she was usually right on.
But God intervened three more times. The very next day, I arrived at work to learn that the company had been sold to an outfit out east and that our department would not be required after the end of the year. When I got back to my office, there was a phone message from an old friend in Florida about an exciting job there. He could not have known what was going on.
My wife and I owned a Florida vacation townhouse just a few miles from this job. It was more money, better benefits and they offered to pay my travel back to Chicago for a year. The kids were all grown now, I just couldn't say no.
Finally, God introduced me to Priscilla. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, and here she was pushing her thigh into me while we were sitting on a bench at a company family picnic. I'm still not sure why she chose to sit on the few inches of the bench next to me, but I'll always be grateful. She was 5' 5", a hundred and ten pounds, long blond hair up in a pig tail and lips like Angelina Jolie.
Priscilla smiled, flirted and answered every question that I asked. Over twenty five years younger than me, she had completed five years in the army and had just received her discharge. She was living with family friends who worked at the company.
Priscilla shared some great stories about her time in the military. "I was asked by my sergeant if he could arrange for me to room with someone who would it be? I thought about it, and said, 'I'll room with any one except Janice;' a really fat woman who had a serious body odor problem. Of course, she immediately became my bunkmate."
I laughed and thought that she seemed to have taken that well. "Let's see, when I was in the service, cell phones didn't exist. How about cell phones?"
"Toward the end of basic training, I was selected as the outstanding member of my unit. One of the privileges I would get would be the right to have a cell phone -- before anyone else. As I was called up; my cell phone I had purchased that weekend rang in front of the whole company!!"
We both laughed. "What happened?"
"They kept the award and cancelled all my leaves for a month," she said laughing..
After several hours and a couple of beers, she asked me about my townhouse, how far, did I live alone, that kind of stuff. "Do you have any beer there?"
"Of course, and everything needed to make margaritas too."
"Let's go NOW," Priscilla said, placing her hand on my thigh as she rose from the bench. She said her good bye's and climbed into my car for the short drive to the townhouse. She turned on her favorite hip hop music and placed her hand again on my thigh.
I tried to place my hand on her bare thigh, but she just giggled and said, "Not while you are driving."
We dashed into townhouse, holding hands and giggling. We never made it to the refrigerator for those beers.
Her hands were on my face, pulling it down to hers, our lips met, our tongues intertwined. My hands went to her firm breasts through her tee shirt and I played gently with her nipples. She pushed me away, pulled off her tee shirt and began to pull off my clothes. Her breasts were small but firm, her nipples stood out saying "Suck me".
Looking backward, it was a matter of seconds between when we opened the door and I first saw her fully shaved pussy with a patch of blond hair just above it. She was the aggressor; I just followed her marvelous lead.
