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This was our second date. I think we were both surprised about how things had turned out; we had met for lunch, as friends, a couple of weeks earlier, but somehow, a few minutes into it, we agreed that it felt like a date. Not just any date, either – this was one of the best dates either of us had had in years! Perhaps it’s because we are both married, so we don’t get out often, but we also have very good chemistry.

She had invited me to her house for lunch. Her husband was at work, her kids at school, and we would be able to talk privately without interruption. It was time to head over. I picked up the bottle of cologne I keep in my desk at work and headed to the washroom. I put some on my neck, and a little behind the ears – she would definitely notice it when she hugged me. And I was pretty sure she would appreciate it!

I went out to the car and drove to her place. It was quite a distance away, but she had given me fairly good directions, and I had confirmed by text message that we were still on to meet earlier that day. It took me about thirty minutes to get there, but I found the place without any problems.

I would normally bring flowers, but today I had picked up a bottle of wine. I wasn’t sure her husband knew I was visiting, and I didn’t want to give anything away – I could leave that to the normal rules of suburban gossip. I got out of my car, walked to the front door, and, with a little trepidation, rang her doorbell. I heard a dog bark from inside. I knew she had recently acquired a middle-aged dog, so this was a good sign that I was at the right place.

She opened the door and I stepped inside. “Hello Sexy,” I said, as soon as the door had closed behind me. “Hi Cutie,” she answered. I’m on the north side of 40; it was nice to be called to be called “Cutie.”

I handed her the bottle of wine. “This is for you.”

“No, it’s for us. And it looks lovely.”

The dog had wandered out, curious, to see who was disturbing her routine. I reached towards her and she came forward. I let her sniff my hand until she could decide she liked me, then reached up and scratched her behind the ears. She had woken up enough to wag her tail now; I guess I was on her good side. Omicron was smiling down at us; she was soft-hearted, and getting along with her dog was sure to keep me in her good books!

I took off my shoes, and she hung up my jacket. Once I was less encumbered with my winter weather gear, she stepped towards me and we hugged each other. This wasn’t the “stage hug” of acquaintances who barely know each other, or even the “social hug” of close friends. This was much more like a “man/woman” hug, yalova escort a lovers’ hug. I could feel myself becoming excited at the thought; this could become slightly embarrassing, but I refused to be ashamed of myself – I liked her, plain and simple, and that included a sexual attraction. If my hardness gave that away, well, I couldn’t be sorry she knew how I felt.

She inhaled once more and stepped back. “You must be hungry. And thirsty – you’ve been on the road a while, and I know you eat breakfast early.” And then she did something which surprised me. She reached her hand down to my crotch, rubbed her open hand against it, and said, “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of that for dessert.”

That was a little more forward than I had expected, but I liked it. Omicron was full of surprises! I followed her into the kitchen. “Would you open our wine?” I liked the “our,” too. I opened the wine and poured us each a generous glass. I handed her hers, looked into her eyes (which were framed, I should add, by a very pretty face), and touched my glass to hers. “To us,” we both said at once. I smiled, she giggled, and we each took a sip. Fortified, I leaned over and kissed her, boldly, on the lips. I pulled back and said, “Thanks for having me for lunch.”

“Oh, Honey,” she purred, “If you do that again, I will have you for lunch!”

I took another sip. I think this was called “enjoying each other’s company.” The table was already set when I came in, and she served up our lunch. We ate and we drank, and we leaned into each other as we joked, flirted, and laughed together. I hadn’t had so much fun in ages. By the time we finished the first course, our hands were touching; not too far into the second course, my hand was caressing her thigh, and our faces were very close together. We were enjoying the warmth and scent and touch of each other; as our appetites subsided, our hunger for each other grew, and soon we were kissing between bites. The bites, naturally, grew further and further apart. I knew I could go on kissing her a long time, but I was “ready for action” if needed! She knew it, somehow, as well. Her hand slid over to caress my crotch, gently and teasingly.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

I could barely respond; I was helpless. She filled my mind. All I could think of was how much I desired her, how I wanted to give myself to her.

“I’m wondering if I could have the honour of licking your pussy.”

She laughed.

“No one’s ever put it quite that way before. Do you really think it’s an honour?”

“Absolutely. It’s a sacred place. Very few men have been privileged to kiss you down there, and I want to join yalova escort bayan that very exclusive club. I think most men don’t give the act its full importance.”

She smiled, and I felt the room light up around us. “You are a smooth talker! I think you’re a very dangerous man when women are around.”

I smiled back.

“I promise, for this afternoon only, to use my tongue only for good.” I couldn’t resist the play on words.

She laughed again.

“You’re priceless. Follow me, Handsome.”

She led me into the front room, turned to face me, and smiled. She undid her pants and pulled them down, to reveal a very nice pair of crotchless panties.

“Those are lovely!”

“I’m glad you like them; I bought for you.”

Pretty though they were, I didn’t spend too long admiring them; I went right to work. The kind of work I loved. It looked as if she loved it too! I could sense her natural excitement and enjoyment, but there was something more. It was a simple, primal appreciation of the social aspect of oral sex, as if it had been a very long time since anyone had shown her this kind of enthusiasm and affection. This was, I felt, rather tragic, but I was pleased to be able to help her out; I felt like a hero. I kept going, switching occasionally to using my fingers to break the routine. I looked up at her; her eyes were lightly lidded, and her face was completely relaxed aside from her soft smile. She looked angelic, and I enjoyed watching her for a few moments before putting my head back down.

She sighed. I had been busy for quite a while, and had lost track of the time, but I guess she was paying attention.

“Let me do you now. You’re my dessert, remember.”

I couldn’t argue with an invitation like that! I got up, squeezing her leg gently as I stood, and removed my pants and underwear. I looked at her, winked, and took off my shirt as well. Soon, I was standing naked on front of her. I was hard, and very wet from the excitement of taking care of her. It had definitely been an honour!

“Where do you want me?”

“In my mouth, silly boy.”

We both smiled at her joke.

“Come sit beside me.”

I did as she told me; she put her hand around me, and ran it up and down my manhood. It felt fantastic, and I smiled. I wasn’t sure how she would react to my wetness, but I would not have been offended if she had asked me to go and clean myself off. She didn’t, though. Her hand went back and forth, slowly and gently, while we looked at each other.

“I have had no desire to do this to my husband in a very long time. You are a different story!”

This was a sobering thought.

“I escort yalova am honoured. In an even more special way.”

Still with her hand around me, she stretched her legs out behind her so she was lying prone; I leaned back against the sofa as she started running her tongue over the outside of my shaft. It was heavenly. I was, suddenly, even harder. Her other hand circled the base of my shaft, and she squeezed, gently. She continued licking me, clearly having as much fun as I had taking care of her. I felt validated, loved, and desired; it had been a very long time since anyone had made me feel that so good about myself. I was on top of the world. I watched her at work, letting the visual stimulation enhance the tactile. Her hands were both busy as she took me in her mouth, the one rhythmically squeezing and releasing the base of my shaft while the other went up and down. I wasn’t sure how long I could last, but I wished it could go on for a very long time. I moaned, deeply. I couldn’t help myself.

“Oh my God, Omicron! I hope it felt this good when I was taking care of you!”

She pulled back.

“Glad you’re enjoying it!”

Then she put one of her fingers in her mouth, wetting it top to bottom. Her lips went back around me, and got back into her rhythm. Suddenly, before I knew what was happening, her finger was sliding back and forth inside of me. Perhaps strangely, it felt too good for me to be shocked; I’d used various butt plugs and prostate stimulation tools in the past, and enjoyed them, but nothing I had ever felt in my life could compare to the waves of pleasure she was causing.

I moaned – no words exist to describe what I was feeling or what I wanted to say to her. It felt good to make noise; I exhaled, loudly, and moaned again. I hadn’t intended it, but she seemed to take my sounds as encouragement, and pumped me even more enthusiastically.

I couldn’t hold on any longer. I had tried to hold back, but she had too much power over me. I had shot into her before I could even vocalize a warning, but she was ready for me. She took it all in, pulled back, and looked at me. I was still speechless; my body and brain felt completely numb from the release she had given me. She smiled, leaned forward, and licked me clean.

“Dessert,” she said, sounding satisfied and, rightfully, just a little proud. I don’t believe she had expected to have this profound an effect on me.

I squirmed down so I was lying beside face-to-face beside her, and kissed her, very tenderly, on the lips.

“Thank you,” I said, “you have no idea how much I needed that!” I felt a little subdued, and was in awe of what she had done for me – I didn’t think there was any way I could repay the pleasure and sense of self-esteem she had filled me with.

We lay lazily, looking at each other, and kissed again. The afternoon was still young.

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