She hadn't been with a man in a very very long time.
She was a bit shy. She was self conscious, and very modest about her body and looks, although she had no reason to be. She was 40 years old, with the body of a teenager. She was petite, five feet three inches tall and she weighed about a hundred pounds. She was a natural red head with straight beautiful locks that matched her autumn-toned skin. She had a few freckles, mostly on her chest. Her pants size was three, and she had an amazing cute little bum and slim waist. The most striking thing about her was her amazing posture. Shoulders back and butt out, naturally. She was a total head turner to old and young men alike. Even young young boys and teenagers would turn and notice her as she passed by them on the street or at the mall. She was blessed with good looks. She was the definition of natural beauty. Simple, tiny, elegant and perfect.
She had been in a relationship that had damaged her emotionally, and being a single mom seemed to cause her to assume her role as super-mom and as the years went by, she seemed to have lost touch with her sexual identity.
He was of a different nature. He was the tall dark and handsome type. He was a complete extrovert, and was an outspoken well dressed artist. He seemed to be gleaming with self confidence. He knew he was good looking, but it showed in his confidence, not in him being vane. He was the guy that the other guys admired and wanted to be like. He was the guy that made the older and younger ladies "perk-up" when he walked into the room. He was a professional, very well dressed, well spoken and well liked. He was a very cunning linguist.
She called him one evening. She was very reserved by nature. She was surprised that she had called him when his voice said "Well hello there!" (he had call display, he knew who it was)
"I can't believe I called you," she said nervously, with a little laughter.
"Well honestly, I can't believe it either, but I am so glad that you did! Is everything ok?" he asked with a deep confident and comforting tone.
"Yes. Well, no actually." She was having a hard time saying what she needed to say to him.
"Listen, just be cool, it's only me. You can tell me anything. I told you that I'd always be here for you, and I meant it. Take a deep breath and tell me whatever you need to." he calmly assured her.
"I've been wanting to call you for weeks, for months actually. I'm just alone. I am alone and I'm lonely, and I never ever called you before because I didn't believe in myself. In fact, the only time I feel good about myself is when I talk to you. And I was wondering...." she took a deep breath and paused.
"Yes?"
"Would you like to come over? If you don't that's ok, I totally underst..."
"Of course I would!" He promptly interrupted her. "Thank you for asking, I would love to see you! In fact, I am going to have to pinch myself here to make sure I'm not dreaming! Ouch! Nope this is real! Can I come right now?" he eagerly and politely asked.
She was giggling from him pinching himself "Yes, come now, that would be great!"
"Ok, I'm leaving right now."
"Great, I'll chill some wine for us!" she said
"Awesome! I'll be over in 20 minutes. See ya in a bit!" he said cheerfully and enthusiastically.
"Great! See ya right away!"
He didn't know what had come over her, but he was smart enough to know not to kick a gift horse in the mouth. She was so beautiful, and he had been looking for a woman like her his whole life. She was truly, truly a rare find. He always fantasized that she and he might get together, but she was so timid, and seemed to be a bit taken back by his forward and strong personality. But she reached out to him, so maybe she thought that his strength was what she needed in her life. He didn't know, but he showered up quickly and dressed in his best ass-tight designer jeans and button up long sleeve shirt to match.
He pulled up her lane in his Turbo Acura, and saw her standing in the window. She smiled slightly and lifted her hand to wave. He smiled back and waved. His smile put her at ease. She was so nervous. This was the first time in over fifteen or so years that she had asked a man for his company. And this man, she had been thinking of for months, was walking up her lane to see her.
Her heart was pounding as she reached for the door handle. She opened it and he stood before her. He stepped inside, and strangely, naturally, they never spoke.
He took her gently in his arms and pressed himself to her. He could feel that her breasts were firm, and that her nipples were hard. She was thrilled, and so sexually alive. She could feel hardness in his groin, that he was pressing into her. She hadn't felt this aroused for a man, in all the memories that she had. She was somewhat scared, but thrilled at the same time. She felt moist in her panties, and she felt herself swell there too.
He was so gentle with her.. touching her face and looking into her eyes, holding her close, he felt her reciprocate. He felt her press herself into him slightly. She wanted him to feel her doing it. She wanted him to know that she was giving herself and offering herself to him. She was inviting him to have her.
She forgot all about her reservations, her perils and her past. It was just too late for that now. All she wanted was him.
He gently kissed her on the mouth, so as to not scratch her with his goatee. Their tongues darted and danced together, and their saliva mixed.. he licked up at the roof of her mouth, and she licked at his teeth, and beneath his tongue. They were sharing one another so personally, and so passionately.
To his surprise he was sensing an urgency in her, a need. It was as though her primal self had taken over. She wanted to mate with him. She felt like a woman, no need for explanation, or to analyze. She and he were one with each other in this moment, and nothing in the world could stop them. It was as though they felt the power of humanity causing them to join. It was clear that these feelings were what made babies come about in the world. It was natural, and so passionate. It was magical!
