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So there was this older woman at the bar.
Fucking hot.
Short, like 5’2, with a buzz cut that wasn’t quite fresh but didn’t need redoing either. She was curvy and wore baggy jeans and a tight, silky black lingerie body suit tucked into them.
I’m feeling myself; I’ve had a desperado or four and I’m feeling desperado for a fun time. So I pluck up the courage to approach her and say:
‘hey, I noticed you and your friends out celebrating something? Probably the good weather? And anyway I wanted to buy you a drink, you know, to add to the celebrations?’
Ew.
What is this? I know.
But it worked.
So I bought her a drink and I got her name- Carrie- and her number - 077 something- and we chatted and danced and then I leaned in for a kiss but got swerved and given a cuddle instead. I took it. Took that shit like a real good man. It was a fun time.
Anyway her and her friends left the bar at 1 and I went home with some other people at 2 for an after party which was more like after orgy, if you know what I mean?
Anyway. Carrie.
🙂↕️
So the next day I texted Carrie and asked how her head was.
‘Who is this?’ She replied.
At this point I’m like that Homer Simpson disappearing into the bushes gif but before I could actually send that gif she goes:
‘just kidding, handsome’.
She’s got jokes. I like her.
So we chatted for about an hour and she agreed to let me buy her a coffee later that day- nice. And we agreed a walk might be a bit much but the fresh air would be good so settled for a park bench with our takeaway coffees.
We met, hugged, smiled, giggled and ordered before taking a stroll to Regent’s Park to find a bench. We people watched and talked about life and shit. Carrie watched people watch us and would scoot slightly further away in shame at being seen with a man so much younger than her. I didn’t care but I appreciated that she did care.
‘Carrie’
‘Yes, Stephen’
‘Ha. I like it when you say my name’
There was a pause and a look then a smile and a look at the ground. From us both.
I broke that awkwardness.
‘You’re really pretty’
Of course she protested 🙄. Told me I must be blind and that I was silly. But I looked her dead in the eyes and told her that she’s really pretty. And she melted.
I could see her melt.
She melted into a puddle.
She touched my arm and then my thigh.
‘Thank you, Stephen that’s really sweet. And thank you for the coffee. I needed that.’
Not long after that I walked with her to the bus stop. It was unsurprisingly empty like it was most Sundays. I hugged her and she kissed my cheek. Not letting go, I turned my head and kissed her neck. She moaned quietly. And as I pulled away, she pulled me in and kissed my lips. It was a passionate kiss. The tongues came slowly into it. We flirted with each other’s lips and I held her face. A slight lip bite when she pulled away and a smirk. I knew she was not finished with me. But she was for the afternoon- Her bus came.
We waved our goodbyes. Smiled at one another and I walked off in the other direction.
It was two weeks before I saw her next. We had dinner at a really nice Caribbean place I’d heard about. I don’t normally do Caribbean restaurants because they cater to a different clientele than takeaway shops and the proof of that is usually in the food, but this place was decent.
We had fun but I still sensed the nervousness when she caught others notice us. So I suggested we got the bill and went for a walk. Walking along the well lit street, I slowly, put my hands in hers and squeezed gently. She looked at me and smiled.
I walked her home that night. And at her building entrance I kissed her lips passionately goodbye. Only it wasn’t a goodbye. Because when I pulled away to end the kiss, she grabbed a fist full of my t shirt and pulled me back into her. And kissed me. Deeply. Deeper than I’d ever been into her. But not deeper than I’d ever be.
‘Can I take you upstairs, Stephen?’
‘If you’re sure you want to. I’m ok waiting’
She took my hand and held it until we got to her door and she started searching her bag for her door keys.
I laid her down on the bed and began to slowly start searching for flesh to kiss, to taste. Her neck was exposed. I held her cheek and stared at her before kissing her lips and then slowly working my way down. That exposed neck flesh got devoured. Next I kissed along the fabric of her dress until I found the flesh of her thighs, or as they would be known shortly, my ear muffs. I didn’t take her knickers off immediately. I teased with kisses and tongue rolls along the fabric. She wriggled and moaned. I felt her grab hold of my forearm tightly.
I took my arm back and then the knickers came off.
I gently pushed her legs back and then I got to work.
She came.
I rested my head on her stomach and kissed her soft skin. She wrapped her legs over the back of my shoulders and we laid there for a while.
I got up to kiss her and she aggressively pulled me close. She kissed my neck and ran her hands up my t shirt. She tapped the bulge in my trousers.
‘I want this inside me.’
‘Ok’
‘NOW. Please’
‘Ok’
So next thing you know, I’m naked and she’s naked. And we’re staring at each other. It’s silent in the flat. I can hear the world outside but I also can’t? She sat on the edge of the bed, holding my gaze. She lifted her legs and spread them, revealing herself.
You know that soft intake and release of breath When you first feel the water of the sea as you walk out to meet it? When you step into a warm bath for the first time? When you first enter her?
Like… she was perfect. In every way. The sex was perfect. We performed as partners that had practised for years together, perfecting something to be showcased. It was the most beautiful experience. And we had a stupidly good time for years after that too.
I had some really good times with a lot of women to be fair. |
