When I was contacted by Steve, he sounded like a wonderful man. He owned and ran his own business and seemed put together. We texted back and forth for a week before deciding to meet.
I had seen pictures of his body but never of his face. So, I had no idea who I was meeting. Finally, on the appointed day, I went outside to meet him for the first time and there he was. This young guy with a beautiful smile and receding hair line. You could not imagine my disappointment. I tried not to show it and smiled as brightly as he was, but I have to admit, he was not the looker I was hoping for. You see, I like guys who are well built, tall and a nice head of hair. Steve was tall, thin and not nearly enough hair.
So, we went for a walk and I decided to ask him a few questions. I figured I had nothing to lose. This was the first man that I had this type of relationship with and was unsure of how to go about it. So, I was winging it. Luckily, I’ve never shied away from talking about sex. It’s always been a fairly comfortable area for me to deal with. So, I decided to ask Steve a few questions about what it was he was seeking sexually. He said he just wanted sex with a woman who would not be using him for his money like most girls in his town. He seems to think he was a much sought after bachelor whom all the girls wanted to marry. Furthermore, he was in a 2 year relationship and the girl wanted to get married but he didn’t, so they broke up. That was a year ago. That sounded fair enough to me. I was too was looking for sex and didn’t need the complications of falling in love with anyone.
After chatting with him for an hour, and despite the fact that he did not look like the type of guy I would normally go for, I decided that I would give him a chance and see how things go.
A week later, right before Christmas, we made plans to meet up. But because neither of us could have sex in our homes, we decided that we would meet and have sex in his truck. I thought that would be ok. It had been over 30 years since I did that and thought the experience would remind me of my youth.
When I saw his truck, I got in, we chatted for a few minutes then got into the back seat. Now, you have to remember, I have been with my husband at this point for 23 years and before that, I had been married to the same man for 6 years, so, in a span of 30 years almost, I had been with 2 men. And at this point, I was so horny and so in need of sex, I was crawling out of my skin. I could not wait to get screwed by Steve.
When I undressed, I saw him looking at me. He was fully erect through his jeans and I could see that he was clearly turned on by me. Naturally, I wore a new panty/bra set that I had bought especially for the occasion. I was looking forward to showing it off and have a man desire me. Well, I got my wish. I could see that I had the right effect on him that I was aiming for.
Once he removed his pants and I saw his cock, I was so turned on, that I could feel myself breathing harder and faster. I touched him, and started to beat him off. I then asked if I could suck him off. He told me that he was worried that if I did that, he would cum too quickly. Well, I don’t know about you, but most guys enjoy a good blow job and I wanted to do that for him. So, I proceeded to show him what I had. I enjoyed it too. I like giving blow jobs to guys who are clean and have a nice cock. But after about 3 minutes, he asked me to stop. I was surprised. I was enjoying it and wanted to continue. But, I thought maybe it was because he wasn’t enjoying that he asked me to stop.
Finally, he put on his condom and entered me. OMG, what a feeling. I had needed that so badly. I was desperate for some relief and an orgasm of my own. It had been 20 years since I experienced an orgasm and I was looking forward to it.
Steve started to thrust in and out, then after about a minute, he stopped. He looked at me and said “Sorry”. I was a little surprised by that. I asked him why he was sorry. He told me he came already. “Already!” was all I could say. You can imagine my disappointment of not having had the release I so desired and so needed. But, I laughed it off because I didn’t want him to be embarrassed or feel bad about it. I let him off the hook. Right after that, he wanted to get dressed and leave. I thought it was because he was embarrassed so I tried to make him feel better about it. But he made some excuse about needing to go to his parents’ place.
So, I dressed and left. I walked back to the car and I felt like I was doing the walk of shame. It was not a good feeling. I didn’t like how I felt at all. But, I needed to get home to my family so I got in my car and drove home.
Later that evening, I contacted Steve and told him how I felt. I told him I didn’t like the way he summarily dismissed me from the truck as soon as he had finished with me. He apologized and said that he didn’t intend for me to feel that way. He just had to leave. So, I forgave him and moved forward.
Christmas came and went and Steve and I had been in touch quite a bit over that time. I was getting very attached to him. He was sweet and charming and very soft spoken. He told me how beautiful I was and how much he loved my body. Once in a while, we would Skype while I was having a bath. We would chat and play while watching each other. It was fun and I was getting the attention that I was craving. He was fulfilling my sexual needs for the time being and I was enamoured with him.