We keep a profile on one of the swing web sites just to keep a toe in the water. We almost never write to others and turn down more offers than we accept. When your husband wrote to us, it was obvious that you were people like us: people who work hard and enjoy life’s rewards. We could tell that you were people with an appreciation for that special magnetism between men and women and who revel in the mating dance.
Pat would sit next to me during our chats. I could sense the attraction that was building between her and your husband. And I am certain that she could also feel the fire that you have stirred within me. During our telephone chats, Pat took the phone into another room to talk privately with your husband. She rarely does that and it’s a certain indicator that her attraction to him is strong. I could only wonder what she was thinking when you and I finally spoke. The very sound of your voice made me feel as nervous as a sixteen year-old boy talking to the prom queen. The pictures you sent were wonderful! Beautiful pictures of you in many settings. But for me there were only your eyes; those beautiful eyes that burned into my soul and lit a level of passion and desire that had eluded me for many years.
When our meeting was arranged I found myself counting the days and finally the hours until I would actually see you. The thought of holding you, of kissing you, of touching you, of making love to you filled my thoughts to the exception of all else. Then finally, mercifully, the day of our meeting approached.
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The dinner had been pleasant enough. It was exciting to meet you and your husband at the restaurant. Pat and I instantly recognized both of you from the pictures and the small talk was spirited. Getting to know each other was genuinely fun as we sat at the table opposite each other. We really had a surprising amount in common. The years of experiences made for great conversation, but I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate upon talk. My eyes and my thoughts were drawn to you. I didn’t want to stare, yet I found a fascination about you. The way your dark hair framed your face, the tiny wrinkles that match my own, the sparkle in your eyes, the brightness of your smile, all of these features attracted and held my attention.
I could see a glimmer of passion in your eyes that teased and beckoned me, but at the same time a bit of nervous shyness. A spark would shoot down my spine each time our eyes would meet, but you would slowly turn away as if the intensity in my eyes were too strong for you. I would sneak glances at you enjoying the way your smooth white blouse followed the curves of your body. I wished that you had opened just one more button to expose a hint of cleavage. I remember how the black leather skirt softly wrapped about your hips accenting every curve, yet ever tasteful. When I extended my leg toward you under the table, you escaped my contact.
I talked with your husband of manly things; of jobs and home projects and personal accomplishments, but my heart wasn’t in the chat. Instead I longed to feast my eyes upon the lovely lady across from me. I wanted to study every feature, but not to stare or make you uncomfortable. My eyes would not easily leave you.
Even as we left the restaurant, I watched the way your legs and your hips moved in a soft flow to your car. The elegance with which you carried yourself captivated me.
The drive to your house was short, but it seemed interminable without the sight of you. We followed you through streets and roads, through stop signs and turns until at last you turned into your driveway. The large garage door opened silently and your car slipped inside. We parked near the other door, got out, and followed you in through the garage.
Your house reflects you and your husband. Quietly tasteful, perfectly maintained and groomed; it projects the image of years of hard work and commitment. We followed you into the basement game room and over to the well-stocked bar. You and Pat put your purses down and chat like two old friends. Your husband begins to mix drinks while you show Pat around the house. He and I talk of home maintenance and gardening, but again my ears long for your voice.
Your feminine footsteps on the stairs are welcomed as you return, still talking and giggling like schoolgirls. I watch enamored as you gracefully descend the steps, your smooth, slim legs moving elegantly atop your high heels. You sit on a stool on one side of me while Pat sits on the other. Your husband slides a freshly made drink across the bar into each waiting hand. Mine is cool and refreshing but with the distinct bite of strong bourbon.
As the conversation resumes, I stare at your legs crossed at the knee and folded together in that uniquely female position that no man can achieve. Your legs are youthful, strong, and well toned, truly the legs of a much younger woman. It occurs to me that you appear to be that fantasy that all mature people wish for; the mind with years of experience and knowledge in a strong and energetic body. Your skirt slides up a bit higher as you twist on the stool.
Your husband puts on some music and makes his way out from behind the bar to sit next to Pat. The tune is one of those oldies from the 70’s that always bring back memories and start conversations that begin with “Do you remember?” or “Did you ever?” The talk is lively and filled with laughter. I try to catch your eyes with mine, seeking out that fire that I know is within you. You tease me with glances and smiles, holding me captive to your wiles.
The song changes to a slow tune. I turn to you and ask, “Do you dance?”
Without reply you put down your drink, stand up and take my outstretched hand. Your hand is small and soft. It is warm and inviting, and the mere contact sends a tingle through me. We walk three steps together before you turn to me and melt into my arms.
At last! At last! Now I have you close to me. Your face is but inches from mine, your body presses against me. Your husband dims the lights as he and Pat move nearby. For a time I silently relish the feeling of you in my arms. My senses come alive with the sensation of your body against mine. My other hand touches the fabric of your blouse and presses it against the small of your back. We sway and take small steps in time with the music. You follow my lead flawlessly, inducing a silly thought into my mind.
Suddenly, I spin us around, catching you off guard and causing you to laugh nervously as we almost stumble. But I hold you ever more tightly while we laugh and tease. You smile at me with that bright, perfect smile that takes my breath away. I can wait no longer.
I pull you tightly against me and slowly press my lips to yours. Your lips are soft and moist. You hesitate at first then I feel your arms slide about my neck as mine wrap around your waist. This was the moment I have yearned for since our first meeting! Among a thousand other thoughts were my wonderings of your lips. Were they as soft as they looked? Would I ever get to kiss them? Would they be dry as mine became when I thought of you? Your lips were all I could have dreamed of and more.
I kiss you softly, gently, to enjoy each contact. Your hand presses at the back of my head and I pull you more tightly against me. My body stirs and I start to stiffen; I know you can feel my excitement. Our lips part slightly and my tongue dances and teases against yours. Finally, our lips separate and we move back enough for me to see your face. Your eyes are different now. They don’t turn down or look away. They shine now and lock onto mine to reveal the fire building within you. Your eyes entice me and challenge me to excite you. They cry out for me to give you what you long for. When I can no longer stand the separation, I again pull you to me. Our lips lock together while our bodies sway to the music.
The song ends and there is silence. Our lips part and once again I can see your magical eyes. I release you from my arms and we walk slowly to the couch across the room. For a moment, we sit face to face before wrapping up in each other’s arms. My free hand begins to travel, starting in your hair. First my hand caresses the soft, black waves before my fingers slide through the silky strands. My fingernails tease your neck with glancing and slow dragging touches. I feel your body shudder at my touch. Your muffled sighs sound like purring. Your grip tightens around my neck as my tongue explores your mouth and dances with your tongue.
My hand moves to the front of your ne
ck and my fingers gently brush at the front of your blouse. I touch you lightly, teasing you while enjoying the feel of your flesh. Finding the first button, I pull the fabric outward as my fingers release the button. I revel when it pops open. I open the next button, and the next, and the next, all the while struggling to control the urge to tear the blouse open to get to the treasures within. Finally, the blouse hangs open and I reach inside.
The smooth warmth of your belly greets my hand. I spread out my hand to touch all I can reach, rubbing lazy circles. You pull your lips away and place delicate, darting kisses upon my face. I listen to your breathing and the sounds that you make. I am caught up in the sensual world that is you. The scent of your hair, the sound of your breathing, the feel of your flesh; all combine to enchant me.
When I can contain myself no more, I slowly reach to touch that special soft smooth skin between your breasts. I linger to fully enjoy the feeling before tracing outward along the edge of your lacy bra. The swell of your breasts becomes higher and higher as I slowly move my flattened fingers over you. I tease back and forth at the edge of the lace, listening to your reaction. Finally I can wait no longer to touch you. My hand curls under and around your breast, sliding easily over the silky material. Your breast fills my hand and invites my touch, its hardened nipple straining against the thin fabric. Our lips separate and I again look into your eyes and listen to your smothered gasp when I gently pinch and roll your hardened nipple.
My other arm comes free from behind you so that both of my hands may enjoy your offerings. As much as I enjoy touching you, it is the sounds that you make that truly excite me. I soak up each little catch in your breathing, every tiny gasp, every quiet moan.
I slide my face down to your chest and gently nibble at you through the fabric. I listen intently to your heavy breathing interspersed with whispered words of encouragement. You lean forward giving me the cue to reach around and release the binding bra. I fumble only momentarily before one hook opens, then the other. My hands slide around you, bunching the loose fabric and lifting upward. Your breasts spill into my hands in a flood of smooth, soft pleasure that sends jolts of excitement into my now-rigid cock. Your nipples are wonderful; large and full, jutting outward in their arousal, greeting my touch enthusiastically.
My mouth covers your breast, nursing heavily, and rolling your nipple between my lips and tongue. Your hands crush my face against you as sighs and pleas pour from your lips. With my mouth at your breasts, my hand slides down to your thigh. Your legs open to welcome my touch and invite me to move higher. I tickle and tease your sensitive inner thigh, dragging my fingernails backward along your smooth flesh. Your hands clutch at me, eager for more contact, but I move slowly, teasingly along your skin.
Finally I brush the silky triangle of your skimpy panties. Your body stiffens when two fingers find and slowly travel the length of your labia. I love the control that I have taken over you as again and again I run my fingers along your damp and puffy lips. I can feel the building dampness. You whimper in reaction and whisper encouragement. My light and feathery touch causes you to squirm, and gradually I increase the pressure.
Sliding my hand into the leg of your panties, I start to brush you, this time without obstruction. Your hands grab my shoulders and your fingers dig into my flesh. Your breathing is erratic and short. Cries and whimpers pour from you. I press a finger into you to find a flow of warm, wet fluid that lubricates everything it touches. Watching your eyes I work my finger deep within you, exploring for sensitive areas and stirring your increasing wetness. In a daring move, I remove my wet finger from you and move it up to my lips. Making sure that you can see what I am doing, I hold my finger horizontally in line with my lips and make darting licks along its length. Suddenly, you smile a wicked smile and press your lips to mine, trapping my finger between us. I can feel your tongue also licking my finger. My cock twinges at the thought of what is occurring.
My eyes find yours as you slowly pull away. Your hand guides mine back between your legs as your mouth whispers, “More.” My hand finds you and my finger eagerly returns to its wet sanctuary. A second finger joins the first just before a third finger enters you. I twist my hand, pushing your lips apart and opening you as you grab my shoulders again. I feel the wet warm flesh yield to my touch. Even as my fingers open you, my thumb seeks an elusive target.
But suddenly, there it is; your hard little bud emerging from the folds of flesh. You stiffen and cry out as I touch it. My thumb rubs lazy circles while two fingers locate and massage your slightly rough G-spot. You squirm with pleasure making it difficult for me to stay on-target. By your reaction, I know it is time to move forward.
I slide from the couch to the floor and kneel between your legs. Pushing up the short leather skirt, I reach for the waistband of your panties. You raise your hips to help me slide them off. I move them slowly down your legs, enjoying the smoothness of your stockings and over your high heeled shoes. Once the way is cleared, I lower my face between your legs. The warm, wet scent of you is delightful. At first I just tease you with my tongue, licking slowly and lightly up and down your length. Then I part you and lick more tender areas. Your moans are my reward. Deeper and deeper I push my tongue. Your hands grab my head; your fingers tangle and pull at my hair. My fingers continue to massage your G-spot as my tongue touches your tender clit causing you body to stiffen. I have found my target and keep my tongue flicking and darting against it as you breathe faster and faster. Your words become slurred; your cries become louder and longer. Your body writhes and your hips twist.
Then you cry out and stiffen. My tongue moves even faster. Suddenly you grab my head as if trying to push me into you. Pulse after pulse shoots through you like jolts of electricity. I move with your pulses trying to maximize your pleasure. Gradually the pulses fade and you lay back exhausted and spent. I move up onto the couch to hold you. You smile and whisper into my ear,
“My God that was good!”
I reply, “That’s just the beginning.”
Droplets of perspiration dot your forehead and dampen your hair. You cuddle against me.
Across the room your husband and Pat are naked and making love furiously on the love seat. Her cries fill the room. Even in the dim light perspiration glistens on your husband’s back.
When you have recovered enough, I help you to remove your blouse, bra and skirt. Your shapely nude body is a tribute to years of careful diet and exercise. I help you to your feet and ask you to turn around and kneel on the couch, holding on to the back. I quickly remove my clothes and sit on the floor between your legs with my back against the front of the couch. I maneuver my head between your legs. You giggle at the awkward position and at my gyrations as I get into position, but you quickly stop when I pull your hips down onto my face. My tongue starts to explore you once more as you move yourself to find just the right position. Once found, your head falls back and I can tell by your moans that we’ve connected. Now your hips rock against my face pushing my head hard into the couch seeking more contact. Your moans transition into a steady series of gasps. Your hip movements become more intense. Your enthusiasm is obviously renewed. I lick you slow and steadily in rhythm with your hip movements. You move harder and faster, but after a while it becomes obvious that you require additional stimulation.
I put my hands on your hips and gently lift you up while I slide out from under you. As I stand up and look at you, a look of vulnerability and desire comes over your face. I silently answer with a smile as I position myself behind you. I see a sneaky smile as you turn your face away.
My cock is rock hard and eager for the comfort of your body. A couple of gentle brushes against your eager vagina and the head of my cock is wet and ready. With one gentle push I slide easily into you. The resulting pleasure is instantaneous and mutual. I hold myself deeply inside you and I bask in the euphoria. I begin to twist and grind my hips against you then slowly move in and out with tiny strokes.
Your wetness is extraord
inary! Your muscles are tight and squeeze around me. I start with long, slow strokes, pulling almost entirely out of you then plunging deeply. You react by pushing back against me. I watch carefully for signs of what you seem to like best. You appear to like my long strokes, but you want them harder and faster. I hold your hips with my hands and move faster, driving deeply into you. The smacking sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes through the room. You seem to enjoy it faster so I speed up even more. Your low moans become gasps interspersed with the sound of flesh colliding. I can see your hands gripping tightly on the back of the couch as your head moves up and down. I would love to grab your hair and ride you like a wild horse, but I fear that I may hurt you.
I can tell from your sounds that your next orgasm is building. I feel my own creeping up and I fight for control. I want one last position change to make it as good as possible for you. You don’t look happy when I withdraw from you and quickly sit beside you on the couch. When you look at me, I motion for you to straddle me.
It takes just an instant for you to position yourself and to settle down, taking me again deep within you. Your arms lock about my neck and your lips press against mine. The perspiration from our bodies smears together as you begin to rhythmically ride up and down on my rigid cock. Your hips rock slightly back and forth to rub your G-spot against the head of my cock. Our lips separate as you gasp for air. You clutch once again at the back of the couch while your hips move faster and faster.
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