Big, blond and beautiful! That says it all about her. The knockout of my dreams Diane was and still is. She dazzled me when we first met at the train station. She was hot with her hair all neatly tucked into her style. She didn't wear too much make-up, which was a plus. I'm not a fan of a caked-on face. It gets in the way of the kissing and licking and such. She had a little eye shadow on and some rouge by her cheeks, lipstick and that was about it. I figure that it's a shame that so many women hide their natural beauty with make-up. This one had much beauty in her carriage and appearance. I knew that wouldn't last for long this day.
We had talked online and by phone for quite a while. Our talking had us primed and ready for the action soon to begin.
Women under the right circumstances, making love to a soul mate can be as vulgar as sailors. Saying what would never ever come out of their mouth, normally and wallow in the mud like pigs when elevated to an orgasmic state of bliss. Passion has a way of doing that. Diane was my soul mate. She wasn't vulgar but, we did wallow. She was more than ready for elevation I had promised.
Diane is lovely, rubenesque, comfortable and nearly six feet of beautiful woman. Being in our fifties we made quite an attractive couple being six foot four myself. She was one big, beautiful, shapely, bi-sexual erogenous zone, seething with sexual need.
Now possibly she reacts to every man or woman the same way she did to my touch. I didn't care as long as she reacted for me and she certainly did. All women get horny to the point of acting like a slut regardless of how beautiful or ugly men think they are. All have need. All are sluts when turned on the way they need to be. Don't get me wrong now. There is nothing wrong with being a slut and even more so when they are ladylike in their sluttish actions. It's exciting, shows her level of passion and turns me on. To the exclusion of all else she was my slut for now and I was mesmerized by her.
Our first meeting I took the train in from the city where I lived to another. She had driven in from her small town. We had talked at great length online and by phone beforehand but, she was understandably nervous at that first meeting. We got in her car and with my hand on her thigh she drove. Diane quivered with anticipation. I had hoped my hand was doing that.
I didn't know the city so we drove and talked until we came upon an empty church parking lot. I told her to drive in and park. Having the hard on from Hades, on the church property, I in someway just had to have her..now.
She would not kiss me in the train station but now it was different. Extremely sensual was our first kiss. It was tender, caring and loving but with one passionate goal in both our minds. We were hungry and starved and needy for tongues and lips and cheeks and necks or whatever body part got in the way. Teenagers in the throes of heat in the front seat of Dad's borrowed car. The buildup of months of talking and planning this venture had come finally to fruition.
Her kisses so sweet and hot were filled with the promise of what was yet to come. I hope to heaven I was giving her as much as she was giving me. I nearly came in my pants from her kisses and know she did as I raised her dress and told her to spread her legs. Her cunt was awash with crystal clear, fragrant cum. The panties came off then.
