I met him after leaving a relationship that never reached marriage. A relationship without love, without passion, where he never wanted to touch me.
It had cost me a lot to get out of such a situation; I had not wanted to do it, even though it was more of a friendship than anything else. My life had changed for the better, I was on my own, but without carrying the enormous weight, that man represented in my life.
There I was, a 40-year-old single woman, yet relaxed and carefree. A woman with a not inconsiderable figure, my body had remained almost innate, yet I was not fully aware of this.
My hair was shoulder-length and auburn, my eyes were large and the same color, I didn’t look my age at all. And that was fine with me.
My friend Megan had talked me into going to a book club. I had always been a fan of reading, but joining a book club was not high on my list of priorities. I felt she had a specific goal, or maybe not.
Still, I joined her one afternoon to find out what it was all about. It wasn’t too much; it was only one afternoon a week. Most of those books I’d most certainly have read by now, but I’d pretend I hadn’t.
“Come on, are you up for it?” Megan asked me when I joined her.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m here for, isn’t it?” I said with some exasperation in my voice.
“Alright!” Megan exclaimed enthusiastically.
Megan was a robust woman who was always full of energy no matter what. That afternoon, we headed to the book club in her car.
My car was in the shop due to maintenance things I had very little understanding of. As we entered the room where the book club was supposed to take place, I soon realized that it wasn’t just women.
There were several men, impeccably dressed, trying to look like intellectuals. Many of the women there were looking at them avidly. I understood what it was all about. I shot Megan a look that made it clear what I was thinking.
She just shrugged and sat down in the closest chair. I did the same, sitting next to her. A few men looked at me, and I pretended not to notice. However, when the discussion began, one of the men immediately caught my attention.
I had not noticed him until that moment. We engaged in a lengthy debate about the book “Crime and Punishment.” The others turned their heads to focus their eyes on me when I spoke and then on him when I replied. He had a lot of knowledge about this book, but not all of it. I was blushing.
Megan nudged me in the ribs to get me to tone it down. He kept talking until the hostess called an end to the heated discussion.
“Well, I think that’s enough for today, don’t you? Said the hostess forcing a smile.
As we left, I was annoyed and irritated, and it was Megan’s fault. I couldn’t discuss books like that. I would end up just as I was in those moments.
“This is your fault.” I accused her.
“It didn’t go so bad.” She replied, holding back the laughter that was struggling to get out of her throat.
“What are you laughing at?” I asked, annoyed. Suddenly, I felt someone behind me as I was about to enter my friend’s car.
“You sure know your literature, don’t you?” the same man I had been arguing with asked. I turned to face him.
“You base that opinion on arguing about just one book?” I said, my voice laden with sarcasm.
The man started laughing and introduced himself. His name was Richard, and he wasted no time in buying me a coffee, according to him. I politely declined his offer, but he insisted.
“It’s just coffee. No arguments.” He commented as if apologetically.
From the car, Megan cleared her throat. I rolled my eyes and finally accepted the invitation. It didn’t hurt to have a simple coffee.
The appointment was scheduled for the following afternoon. Richard showed up at exactly the right time, which delighted me. I loved punctuality. There were no heated discussions about symbolism, but there was an intense attraction.
After talking for half an hour with him, my mind was covered by a thin layer of mist. I was perhaps attracted to the man from the first moment I saw him. I knew he didn’t take his eyes off my breasts, but at least he was trying to conceal it.
Every second that passed was more interesting than the last. I was forced to cross my legs in a failed attempt to curb my momentum. I hadn’t been with a man in a long time, and that didn’t count either. Richard was awakening in me the fury that no one had ever ignited.
My core throbbed as if it had taken on a life of its own as he spoke and gestured with his hands to explain himself better. I felt my nipples harden, and a flush covered my cheeks: he would perhaps notice it through the thin fabric of my blouse.
He looked in that direction but said nothing. When we left the café, Richard offered to drive me home. I gladly accepted.
Needless to say, I let him in. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but the way he looked at me made it clear to me. We fell on the front door, my hands searched as best they could for a way to open the door.
His kisses covered my mouth as I turned to open the door; he brought his kisses to the back of my neck. Those kisses threatened to bring me to my knees.
“Give me a second.” I managed to say between gasps, but he continued.
Once inside, things went to a new level way too fast. I didn’t have time to think; I didn’t have time to point out to him where my room was; the carpet seemed to be the most appropriate place.
Richard made my clothes fly through the air, his head between my breasts, then searched for my nipples that were hard as rocks. He worked his way down, kissing every inch of skin in his path. When he reached the height of my crotch, he removed my panties, and I stopped him.
“Never has a man… Well, I’ve never been kissed there.” I said, dead embarrassed.
On Richard’s face, there was a brief expression of surprise, but then he smiled and went on with what he intended. At the center of my sex, he licked voraciously.
The sensation shocked me, and I writhed in pleasure on the carpet.
I couldn’t stifle the scream in my throat; I let it out as Richard sank deeper and deeper between my legs.
I had never received that from a man before, and I felt myself dying of pleasure. His fingers slid into my cave, as deep as his tongue left nothing unattended.
An explosion of major proportions erupted inside me. I pulled at his hair and screamed like a possessed woman as the release took place. Richard sat up with a big smile on his face.
He positioned himself on top of me; my legs on either side of his hips welcomed him. Richard kissed me with great passion once more before thrusting himself inside me. My hands clinging to his back, my mouth over his ear I moaned with pleasure as I felt him lunge into me with great joy.
His pelvis impacted against my center, and he lifted me to the peak of unbounded pleasure. He continued kissing me on my mouth, on my breasts, on my neck, until finally he trembled on top of me and withdrew, then fell tiredly on my chest, panting and gasping for breath.
I had never had a night like it, and I would remember it forever. Richard and I began a relationship where passion was present at all times…