'This is it. This is really it. This is finally it. Today, I'm going to make a sexual pass at her. I'm going to solicit her for sex,' he thought. 'Now or never, I need to make my move. I need to make my sexual intentions and my sexual feelings known. I need to make her my woman. I no longer want to be just her best friend. I want to be her lover too,' he thought while looking at her with nervousness and self-doubt.
Not wasting precious time with conversation as he always did before when sitting with her, then regretting not making a sexual move on her later, something special was in the air. As if it was kismet, fate, and/or their destiny, it was as if they both knew what was about to happen. Hopefully in tune with one another, as if the angels were smiling down on them, they were both seemingly on the same, sexual page.
Obviously, in the way she was looking at him, she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Befitting that this should happen on Valentine's Day, in the way that she looked at him and leaned into him as if to cuddle, was she ready for this sexually, romantic moment as much as he was? Hoping that she just wasn't tired when she leaned up against him and closed her eyes, he hoped she was asking him to kiss her. He hoped she was asking him for more than just a peck but a long, wet kiss, a French kiss.
'I'd love nothing more than to French kiss her while feeling her through her clothes,' he thought.
When he didn't kiss her, she looked at him with her big, expressive, blue eyes as if she was waiting for him to make his move to kiss her. She looked up at him as if she was expecting him to take her in his arms and make her his woman. She looked at him in the same way that he looked at her. With him supposedly the aggressive man and her supposedly the submissive woman, it was up to him to make the first, sexually, romantic move. It was up to him to take her. It was up to him to make her his woman and his lover instead of his best friend.
'Do it! Just do it,' he thought. 'Kiss her. She wants you to kiss her, you fool.'
As his way of breaking the ice and to not only show her what he thought of her but also what he sexually wanted from her, he took her in his arms. He brushed back a strand of her natural, blonde hair that fell in front of her captivating, blue eyes and stared at her as if she was the only woman in the world. As far as he was concerned, she was the only woman in the world. Filled with love, he looked at her as if she already was his one and only and as far as he was concerned, she was. Sexually excited, he gazed at her in the way he had never gazed at anyone before.
Then, not giving her the peck on the lips that he usually gave her, he kissed her. He really kissed her. Parting her lips with his tongue, he gave her a deep, wet, sexual kiss. The first time kissing her in such a passionately sexual way, he French kissed her. The first time kissing him in such a passionately sexual way, she surprised him when she returned his kiss with her kiss. Even though he sexually lusted over her for six years, he never had such a sexual attraction to her before as he had now.
'Maybe Cupid had something to do with this magical and memorable day,' he thought while continuing to kiss her and before she blanked his mind with her kiss.
With them more best friends than lovers, he kissed her lots of times before, of course. He kissed her on her birthdays, on his birthdays, on Christmas mornings, on New Year's Eves, and on Valentine's Days but not like this, never like this. Nothing more than a peck, the first time parting her lips with his tongue, he had never French kissed her before. Now, as if addicted to her lips, he couldn't wait to French kiss her again.
Obviously, they were both ready and willing to take the next step in their friendship that had somehow morphed from friendship, sexually lust, and now to love. As if a key, this kiss not only unlocked the love they felt in their hearts for one another but also this kiss freed the forbidden, sexual passion of a much younger man falling in love with a much older woman. In this modern age of cougars and Sugar Daddy's no one pays no never mind how old or how young they are.
As if this one kiss validated their love, with them hopefully now poised to be lovers in addition to being best friends, with that kind of connection already in place, they could endure anything. Never expecting to kiss her but always hoping he could, he surprised himself as much as he surprised her by French kissing her. His friends and his relatives would never approve nor understand his sexual attraction for a woman who was twice his age but he didn't care.
'Fuck them,' he thought. 'They don't know how I feel about her and how she obviously feels about me. They'd never understand our forbidden love. Besides, what we hopefully do behind closed bedroom doors is none of anyone's business.'
This first, French kiss was their first step in changing their relationship from just friendship to friends with benefits. Their first, real kiss, an unforgettable kiss, even if nothing came of it, he'd remember their first, French kiss for the rest of his life. With her lips so soft, so full, and so sweet, he'd remember this kiss first forever. His dream of love, romance, and sex come true, whenever he wasn't physically with her, he'd remember pressing his lips against her lips and parting them with his tongue in his dreams. Now that they were together as man and woman and hopefully lovers, in addition to best friends, he'd never leave her side.
Even better than the kiss that his Prom date, Jessica, a hot, sexy cheerleader, and ex-girlfriend, gave him six years ago, when he was an 18-year-old high school senior, this kiss was the best kiss he had ever had from anyone. Even better than the kisses that hot, sexy, drunken redhead gave him at a college frat party, her kiss paled in comparison to Elizabeth's first kiss. Better than the kisses that he imagined giving Emilia Clarke from Game of Thrones, Scarlett Johansson from Lucy, Kate Beckinsale, Angelina Jolie, and Charlize Theron, he had never felt such sexual passion for any woman as he felt for Elizabeth now.
'Wow,' he thought while reeling from her deep, wet kiss.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Elizabeth," he said again.
Holding her and hugging her, wanting to hold her forever, he never wanted to let her go. He moved another strand of blonde hair away from her big, blue eyes again before sliding a slow hand down her back to cup her sweet, firm ass in his horny hand through her short skirt and panties. Going for broke, he had always wanted to touch, feel, and squeeze her beautiful, shapely ass. Especially for an older woman, no doubt from her playing tennis, doing palettes, and swimming, she had such an incredible, round, firm ass.
The first time touching her in such a brazen, sexual way, she further surprised him when she allowed him to feel and squeeze her ass as if her ass already belonged to him. As if he was dreaming or sexually fantasizing this happening, he was happy that she allowed him to touch and feel her sexually while kissing her. Obviously sexually aroused by his French kiss, she looked at him stunned in the way he looked at her filled with lustful desire. Now he couldn't wait to undress her. He couldn't wait for her to undress him. He couldn't wait to have sex with her.
Never expecting this to happen, never expecting to fall in love with her in the way that she obviously fell in love with him too, but they did. A good match emotionally, other than the big differences in their age, they were perfect for one another. They were the perfect love connection. As if they were made for one another, if he searched the world, he could never find a better woman for him, just as if she searched the world, she couldn't find a better man for her.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Robert," she said again before returning another one of his deep, wet kisses with her deep, wet kiss. Weird for her to call her Robert instead of Bobby, she only called him Robert when she was angry with him. Now, she called him Robert because he kissed her, French kissed her and felt and squeezed her ass through her clothes. "I'll be back after I put on and model your Valentine's Day gift," she said giving him a sexy smile and naughty look before leaving his bedroom with her sexy nightgown in hand.
'I can't believe she's going to model that sexy nightgown for me,' he thought while impatiently awaiting her return. 'With that nightgown so sheer, so short, and so low-cut, I'll soon be seeing more of her beautiful body than I've ever seen before.'
Having never given her such a sexy and sexually provocative gift, he took a huge leap of faith by giving her a sexy nightgown for Valentine's Day. He couldn't believe she not only liked the gift and had left him to try it on but also that was going to model it for him too. Yet, more than just the card, the flowers, the perfume, the box of chocolates, the champagne, and the sexy nightgown that he gave her for Valentine's Day, he had much better gifts he hoped to give her.
If she allowed him the sexual pleasure, he had gifts that couldn't be measured in monetary value. His gift to his soon to be lover was to give her orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. His Valentine's Day gift was not only to give her sexual pleasure but also to make her cum. Even though she was an older woman, his gift to her was to make her his woman in the way that he couldn't wait for her to make him her man. Doing the math in his head, when she was 60-years-old, old enough to be his mother, he'd be 36-years-old. With her looking younger and him looking older, the difference in age wasn't an issue.
Now that he French kissed her, he wondered what Liz sounded like when having an orgasm. While imagining the facial expressions she made, he wondered what she looked like when cumming. As if she was his blushing bride, he could only imagine her body coming alive and her face glowing during the orgasmic pleasure that he intended to give her.
Even though he was a much younger and less sexually experienced man, he'd love to be the man to do that for her. Even though she was a much older and more sexually experienced woman, he'd love her to be the woman to make him a better man. Just as he'd love for her to be the woman to make him sexually satisfied, he'd love to be the man to make her sexually satisfied. Just as he wished that she'd be the woman to love him forever and a day, he'd love to be the man to love her forever and a day.
