It was my turn to enjoy life. I had spent my adult years playing by the rules, working long hours, and paying the bills. I had done it all with no help from an entitled wife who made no effort to meet my needs, sexually or emotionally. Finally, after 25 years of enduring a lifeless relationship, I had been liberated. I was poised for adventure, and I was determined to begin living my life to its fullest potential. I had not, however, counted on the court awarding the ex-wife nearly everything that I had built.
I naively expected that I would have no problem finding female companionship. Physically, I was in reasonably good shape, 6’5″ and 235 with a touch of gray mixed into my light brown hair. But more importantly, I had a proven track record in the local business world. I was a good dad and a respected professional, and l expected those qualities to benefit my search. But I soon learned that a man over fifty is in low demand if he has no money to spend. And online dating seemed, for me, a practice in shallow, split-second decision-making for which I was poorly suited.
My few dating opportunities had been less than productive. They could better be described as interrogations. “Why did you get divorced?” “What are you looking for?” All sparks fizzled quickly. My last date had ended abruptly when an overly-suspicious forty-something divorcée asked me if I was “just looking for a good time.”
I shrugged and said, “Well, I certainly wasn’t looking for a bad time.”
She walked out.
I told myself that I was finished with women. After only a week, though, my high sex drive and empty social calendar convinced me to keep trying. So I spent an evening swiping faces on my phone screen and connected with Jenna, a 35-year-old nurse. She appeared to be reasonably attractive. With low expectations, I asked Jenna to meet. She accepted, and we scheduled a low-key weeknight date for pizza and beer. Anything, I reasoned, is better than spending another summer evening alone at home.
Jenna greeted me in the restaurant parking lot — all five feet three inches of her, well below my shoulder level. Her skin glowed with a brown tone from her Caribbean ancestry, contrasting with my white complexion.
Jenna reminded me of the reasons that I am often drawn toward younger women. She didn’t make the evening uncomfortable with hard questions, and I detected no hint of cynicism. Instead, she simply enjoyed the moment. As the evening wore on, I began to detect a twinkle in her dark brown eyes. Maybe, I thought, there was a mutual attraction. After dinner, I walked Jenna to her car and ended the evening with a long kiss.
I returned home to find a text message from Jenna. I unlocked my phone expecting the usual message: “You seem like a nice guy, but …”
But her message brought a pleasant surprise:
Jenna: I was hoping for more kisses.
***
That evening, we agreed to another casual dinner, this time at a Mexican restaurant.
Five days later, I picked up Jenna at her home. She was dressed casually in jeans and a pull-over shirt, but the gleam in her eyes had brightened. We shared casual conversation during the ten-minute drive. I selected a space in the restaurant parking lot and reached for the door latch. But before my left hand reached the door, Jenna grabbed my right wrist.
“Wait!” She said. “I want those kisses first.” She leaned in for a long kiss, her tongue moist and hot in my mouth. We made out for a good ten minutes as she slid her hands over my hair and neck. I kept my hands to her waist and throat, kissing passionately while cautiously trying to not go too far. Before pulling away, she placed her lips against my ear and whispered: “I’ll save more for later.”
After a spicy dinner, a bit of spicy conversation, and a couple of margaritas, we returned to the car.
“Where would you like to go next?” I asked.
“I have a suggestion,”Jenna replied. “I have a six-pack of beer in my fridge. Let’s go hang out at my place.”
With a full belly and a growing sense of anticipation, off we went.
Twenty minutes later, I lounged on Jenna’s sectional sofa and watched Jenna walk toward me, clutching a beer in each hand. But she walked past me, set both bottles on the coffee table, leaned over for another kiss, and straddled me. I responded by pushing my hand into her back and pulling her tightly against my chest. This time, as her tongue entered my mouth, my hand instinctively slid beneath her shirt.
“I think we are wearing too many clothes,” she said. Jenna pulled her shirt over her head. She was wearing no bra, nor did she need to. Her small breasts were capped by erect brown nipples. She reached for my belt buckle and stared into my eyes as she peeled away my jeans and boxer briefs. She took my hardened cock into her fist and ran her warm tongue from bottom to top.
Jenna took the head into her mouth and slowly lowered her head until my shaft was down her throat. She slowly bobbed up and down, watching me savor the warmth of her mouth and tongue. topkapı escort She kissed the tip with her thick lips. “I want you to fuck me,” she said.
Jenna slid out of her pants and laid in front of me. She spread her legs, revealing a cleanly shaved pussy. She slid her finger over her clit and pulled me on top of her. The head of my dick, now engorged and fully ready for action, sank deeply inside her. “Oh fuck yes,” she said. “I have been wanting this all week. Give it to me.” I obligingly picked up the rhythm, now rising above her and pushing inside to full depth.
As the pace quickened, Jenna raised to her knees and turned around. “I want it from behind,” she said, as she offered her ass. I positioned my cock beneath her and pushed up into her pussy. I felt her pussy walls tighten as I pushed deeper for maximum effect. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back against me, thrusting hard and fast inside her.
Jenna grasped the back of the sofa. “Oh yeah,” she screamed. “Just like that. Give me that fucking cock! Give me all of it!”
I grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her head into the back of the sofa.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She screamed. “I’m coming!” I felt a flood of her hot fluids against my pulsing cock. Though she was outwardly quiet and reserved, she was now screaming loudly enough to be heard outdoors. I pushed harder and faster until I felt myself release a massive load of cum deep inside her.
Jenna turned and laughed. “I didn’t know if a man your age could keep up. I’m impressed!”
“I’m equally impressed,” I replied. “I didn’t know if a little girl like you would know how to handle it.”
***
As summer gave way to autumn and then winter, the weather cooled but the sex became hotter. We spent more time indoors, sharing our fantasies and dreaming up new ones. I found that Jenna launched into sexual hyper-drive every time I mentioned the thought of her having sex with another woman. I could see a weakening in her eyes when I spoke of another woman’s tongue on her body. I soon began describing girl-girl fantasies while we fucked passionately. And the more vividly I described the scene, the more intense were Jenna’s orgasms.
The holiday season inspired further exploration of our playful urges. While attending a Christmas party at a friend’s home, we slipped to the corner, where we spoke in hushed tones about wild sex under the Christmas tree, and which of the female guests we would choose to join us. Jenna decided that she would most want to be joined by the hostess’ sister Christine, a voluptuous red-head in a tight Christmas sweater. Afterward, we returned to Jenna’s home, where we had some of our best sex while we spoke of Jenna’s mouth exploring Christine’s tits. Jenna reached her powerful climax while describing cumming inside Christine’s mouth. I hoped to one day make our threesome fantasy a reality, and Jenna’s growing enthusiasm gave me reason for optimism.
As the year drew to a close, I could sense a growing sexual desire within Jenna. We celebrated New Year’s Eve with dinner at a trendy sushi restaurant. Jenna fumbled her chopsticks and seemed nervous — almost jittery. Something was obviously on her mind. After her third drink, Jenna showed me her nervous smile. “So” she said. “I have something that I really want to do next year.”
I placed my right elbow on the dinner table and rested my chin on my palm, inviting her to continue. “Tell me all about it.”
“Well,” she hesitated. “I really want — ” She laughed nervously. “It’s embarrassing.” She hesitated again, and then stared directly into my eyes. “Okay, I’ll just say it. I want to have sex with a woman.”
“Are you asking for my permission?” I asked.
“I guess I am,” she answered.
“Do you have someone in mind?”
“No, that’s the problem. I don’t think I could approach another woman.”
“Let’s explore this a bit further!” I teased.
Jenna responded with an exaggerated eye roll.”What have I gotten started? I know how you are!”
“Look around the room,” I said. “Who is the hottest woman here?” Catching my gaffe, I added ” … other than you, of course.”
“Nice save,” Jenna replied. “Since you said the magic words, I’ll play along.”
She scanned the room with her eyes.
“Okay,” she said. “Behind you, to your left, back of the room. In the black dress.”
I casually turned and spotted a shapely, dark-haired beauty wearing a low-cut dress. She appeared to be in her mid 20s, probably a graduate student. She was sharing dinner with two of her friends.
I grinned playfully across the table. “Do you want to run your tongue over her nipples?”
She smiled. “Yes. I do.”
“Do you want to lick her pussy?”
“I don’t know!” She said shyly.
“Do you want her to finger fuck her while she licks your clit?”
“Mmm-hmmm. Now THAT I would do.” Jenna’s eyes turned steamy. I knew that look.
“Imagine how wet you will make her when you slide your fingers inside her pussy,” I said. esenler escort “Are you turned on?”
“Oh fuck yes.”
It was time to take the next step. “Next,” I dared, “I want you to make eye contact.”
“Okay,” she agreed. Her eyes glanced nervously across the room, then to me, and then behind me. She held her gaze.
After a few more sips of her drink, Jenna laughed. “Oh my gosh,” she said with a grin. “She caught me looking at her.”
Jenna crossed her legs and leaned back in her seat. She held her wine glass to her lips, casually looking above my shoulder. Then, much to my surprise, she did it. Jenna flashed her sexiest smile while staring straight at the beautiful co-ed.
“I must say that I am impressed!” I said.
“And I,” Jenna replied, “cannot believe that I just did that.”
“So what was going on behind my back, you Jezebel?” I teased.
“She was standing to leave and she saw me looking. She smiled back. Then she walked out.”
“That is nothing less than tragic,” I said.
“I didn’t tell you everything,” Jenna said. “As she was walking out the door, she turned and smiled again.”
Jenna reached for her coat and stood beside the table. She leaned to my ear and whispered: “I think I’m becoming a naughty girl!”
“In response to your question,” I answered, “I want you to fully explore anything that makes you happy. Do you want to include me in the fun?”
“Thank you for understanding,” she said. “I think this next year will be interesting! And I’m not sure yet about whether you get to help. We shall see!”
She smiled boldly through the window at the college beauty, who was now passing on the sidewalk.”I might just replace you,” she teased. “Out with the old and in with the new!”
*****
The excitement of the holiday season soon receded, leaving only short days and cold weather. To help liven the winter doldrums, Jenna and I made plans to visit her favorite night club, Glitter. It was the kind of place I would never have chosen. Glitter played loud dance music for throngs of beautiful people. The club was known for its late-night crowd, so we stopped in just before 8:00 in the evening to share cocktails before the DJ turned up the music volume.
We entered through the front door and, finding the bar to be mostly empty, pulled up two seats. A young blonde bartender stood on a small stool behind the bar, stocking tequila bottles on the top shelf. Her arms stretched far above her head, providing a view of her shapely ass inside her tight blue jeans. She wore Ugg boots and a fuzzy white sweater that hugged her trim body.
“I’ll be right with you,” she said, glancing over her shoulder.
The bartender stepped down from her stool. She appeared to be around 5 feet 8 inches with stunning blue eyes. She stepped from the stool, deposited two napkins on the bar top, and asked, while looking at Jenna, “What can I get you?”
Jenna and I decided on martinis. I ordered a dry gin, and Jenna opted for a limoncello. The lovely bartender retrieved two martini glasses and expertly crafted our cocktails. But before I could reach for my wallet, Jenna intervened.
“I’m buying the drinks tonight,”Jenna announced, handing her debit card to the bartender. When she took Jenna’s debit card, the bartender’s eyes widened. “Oh my God! You have the same last name as my friend Robert! You are the only other person I have ever had that last name! Are you related to Robert?”
Jenna leaned in. “I don’t think so. Who is he?”
The bartender reached for her cell phone. “My name’s Annette,” she said. “Let me show you Robert’s Facebook profile.”
Jenna and Annette huddled over the bar and, within two minutes, had become Facebook friends and exchanged phone numbers. And they determine that Jenna and Robert were, indeed, distant cousins.
“That’s such a coincidence!” Annette beamed. “I’m really glad that you came in tonight!”
Annette waved to me. “Hi, Jenna’s friend. I’m Annette. And what is your name?”
I waved back. “Hello Annette. I’m Dan.”
“Why are all the tall men taken?” Annette asked, and glided to the other end of the bar to tend to another customer.
Jenna returned to her seat and sipped her drink. “This drink is amazing!” she said. “But I’m tired. I have to work early tomorrow, so let’s finish these drinks and head home.”
*****
During the return drive, Jenna seemed relaxed and happy. The limoncello martini was working its magic. I welcomed this opportunity to gently tease her about the evening’s events.
“Annette seemed to like you, don’t you think?”
“What do you mean?”
“She read your name on your debit card and had your contact information within five minutes of meeting you.”
“She was just being nice,” Jenna rationalized.
“Do you think she’s pretty?” I asked.
“She’s fucking gorgeous!” Jenna squealed.
“If you’re so certain that she’s just being friendly, you should send her a friendly message to see if she sends aksaray escort a friendly response.”
“Oh, you’re funny,” Jenna sarcastically replied. “That’s very true, I could. But she’s working. She probably won’t see it until late tonight.” She put her phone into her purse, hesitated, and then removed her phone.
“Okay. Here goes.” She held up her phone screen to show me her message.
Jenna: Thank you for adding me! The drink was amazing!
Jenna tapped “Send” as I pulled into her
driveway. We walked to her front door and I hugged her from behind. “I can’t believe I messaged her!” she said.
As she unlocked the door, her phone buzzed.
Jenna held up her phone:
Annette: I’m just awesome like that!
So happy you enjoyed it!
You should have stayed for more.
We entered the living room and Jenna cuddled into my lap. “Well”, she said, “You got me into this conversation. So let’s keep it going!”
She typed a reply.
Jenna: You really ARE awesome!
I work early tomorrow.
Next time I’ll be ready to hit the dance floor!
I slid my hands over Jenna’s body and felt her nipples jutting through the fabric of her shirt. I knew that look. She was aroused.
The phone buzzed.
Annette: I’ll join you if you’ll let me!
I felt Jenna’s heart rate accelerate. I could see the pulsing vein under the olive skin of her throat. “See, she’s so nice!” Jemma beamed as she typed her reply.
Jenna: I would love that! I’ll need one of those strong drinks to loosen up before I show my best moves.
I continued caressing Jenna’s body as she lay against me. I felt her hardened nipple and explored her body with both hands. After what seemed like only a few moments, her phone again buzzed.
Annette: Then I’ll fix two. 🙂
“Oh my God!,” Jenna said shyly. “She just sent me a wink. Is she flirting with me?” I felt Jenna’s heartbeat quicken as I caressed her chest.
Jenna paused for a full minute and began typing:
Jenna: That sounds tasty!
We watched and waited, but no reply came. After five or more minutes, Jenna asked “Do you think I scared her?” Then the phone buzzed.
Anette: Sorry, the drunk guy at the bar wanted beer. I know how to make your taste buds tingle! I’ve got skills.
Jenna bit her lip. She laughed and shook her head in disbelief. I pinched her right nipple, which was now jutting through the space between my fore and middle fingers. “Go on,” I said.”I can tell you want to.”
Jenna quickly began typing.
Jenna: And on the dance floor?
The response came quickly:
Annette: Considerable skills with the right dance partner! What’s your skill?
Jenna laughed, showed me the message and typed:
Jenna: Shaking my ass!
Jenna closed her eyes as if imagining herself dancing to the beat. She laid still with her eyes closed until her phone buzzed.
Annette: I can’t wait to see!
Jenna, no longer hesitant, quickly replied:
Jenna: We’ll put on a show! 😉
Jenna looked at me proudly. “See? I returned her wink!” She stuck her tongue out at me playfully and tapped “Send”.
After five minutes with no reply, Jenna said “I think I may have scared her!” On cue, her phone buzzed:
Annette: Prove it! I work Friday. Come see me. Sorry getting busy here. See ya then!”
Jenna pressed the button on the side of her phone. As the screen darkened, she turned to face me and slid her tongue inside my mouth.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said. “I don’t want gentle love-making. I want to be fucked. I want to be fucked hard!” Jenna gasped as I slid a finger deep inside her. “Hard and deep! Oh yes!”
I bent Jenna over the sofa and entered her from behind, feeling all of my eight-inch cock inside her. She grabbed the sofa and pushed back into me. I had never felt her more wet.
“Tell me what you are thinking about,” I said.
I am thinking — ahhhh — that feels good — about your fucking cock buried inside me while I suck Annette’s tits.”
“Stick your finger inside her tight pussy.” I said as she bucked against my throbbing cock. “Do you want to finger her pussy?”
“Yes. I want to feel how fucking wet she is for me.”
“Lick her pussy while I fuck you.” I said.
“Oh God yes. I want to run my tongue all over her pussy. Fuck me! FUCK ME!” She screamed, as her body convulsed in an explosive orgasm.
My cock jerked and thrust deep inside Jenna. I felt my hot, wet load empty deep within her as she leaned forward, arms now extended over the back of the couch. As the last bit of my cum dripped inside Jenna, she turned toward me. Her eyes were smoky with passion, her hair now tasseled and her clothing askew. “I don’t know what has gotten into me,” she said, “but I like being a naughty little slut.”
That night, I stayed over with Jenna. The next morning, over coffee, we made plans for a Friday night out. This would be our evening to stay out late and blow off some steam. And, I hoped, we might return to visit Annette.
*****
When Friday evening arrived, Jenna answered her front door wearing a low-cut dress that flowed to mid-thigh. It. She was braless, and her glowing skin and wide smile told me that she was feeling free. “You look amazing!” I told her. “Are you ready to have some fun?”
“You know me”, she said. “I am always ready for fun!”