Affair with a Lovely Lonely Lady  

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1/31/2006 7:49 pm

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Affair with a Lovely Lonely Lady

As we sat across the table at a local restaurant, the gleem in her eyes told me that she found me desireable.
There was no doubt that the top two buttons on her blouse were intentially left open for me to view her cleavage. What I could see was definitely inviting. She was a slender petite blonde. Her small femininte face was delicate and all woman. Needless to say, I found her equally desireable.
Following our long after-dinner conversation, we walked each other to the parking lot and parted company having set up a date for the following Saturday.
The arts and crafts fair was much more than I thought it would be when she first suggested it. The state fair pavilion was filled with vendors and most of them were featuring original art, sculptures, ceramics, paintings, etc. She had more fun showing me her favorite artists as she was an annual attender of this event.
As we made our way out of the building, she asked me if I would like to follow her car to her home for a "bite to eat" as her husband was out of town for the weekend. Her invitation sounded inviting so I assured her that I would enjoy that very much.
Following a nicely done but simple dinner along with a shared bottle of wine, we sat down together on her living room sofa. I asked her if she would enjoy a kiss.
"Well, kiss me and let's see whether or not I enjoy it." she replied.
As she parted her lips when mine touched hers, our tongues immediately began to dance with each other. That first kiss led to many more through out the evening. We said little more to each other over the next few hours.
Undressing her slowly seemed to increase her desire. I could see that she was breating heavy as she became more and more aroused. Once I had removed her blouse and freed her breast, she stretched across my lap facing up at me and smiled as it to say, "Take me, Daddy. I am all yours."
The foreplay was wonderful.
She kept referring to my penis as "...a gorgeous cock." As she sucked it, she kept looking up at me with gleaming eyes to let me know how much she was enjoying it. Of course, I was enjoying it so much more myself.
I reciprocated by licking her pussy until she orgasmed. It didn't take her long as she had not had one in a very long time. It was so intense that she could not endure another at the moment.
However,it was the thickness of my cock that proved to be a bit of a problem when she was ready to be fucked. She and her husband had not been intimate for quite some time. Not only was her pussy out of practice but she was small built. I decided to take my time and dilate her so that she could take me. By lubricating her with my index finger and then inserting yet another finger, followed by a third, her vagina stretched until it was finally open for me.
At first, she tensed in fear that it would hurt after not being penetrated for so long; let alone by a male with a thick seven inch cock. I took it slow and it slid in perfectly.
Over the next few hours, we must have tried every position in the Kamu Sutra. It must have been the third or fourth time that I had her on her back that I finally could not hold back any longer. The cum rushed out of my penis and filled the condom.
As a woman who had been acclimated to fifteen minute fucks for all of her married life, this new experience that entailed hours of hot passionate lovemaking was totally new to her. There was no question as to whether or not she wanted to see me again.
We met once or twice a week wherever we could find a motel or enjoy her place due to her husband's numerous business trips. We were the highlight of each other's weeks and came to be the most intimate of friends for over a year.
Our breakup resulted when her husband decided to accept a relocation to another city. Our last time together was tearful but sweet. We had come to care about each other as people just as much as our enjoyment of each other as lovers.
I never heard from her again.
Somehow, I suspect that she, too, goes back in her memories of hours and the many hours of passion we shared together.
Precious memories. How they linger.


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