The older man has received less than glowing reviews due in part because it is a foregone conclusion that as a man ages his sexual prowess diminishes and the ability to adequately and proficiently satisfy his partner is just not possible. Nothing could be further from the truth.
I am confident that a sexually active woman of any age would welcome the man who didn’t believe that an erection was the only means of sexual satisfaction.
Personally, I would say that a man who knows how to use his hands, and his tongue can bring satisfaction tenfold without the stiff shaft that may no longer be up to waving in the wind. Since time began, men have improvised beautifully.
There is a place for romance and a place for raunchy, dirty, unadulterated down to brass tacks sex. What would happen if you could find both in one man, it would be a gift from the gods in my estimation.
This is a story about such a perfect man. I hope it will change the views of many lonely ladies waiting for that perfect man who could do it all. To say that I am a very blessed woman wouldn’t be giving justice to the man in my life. My dirty old man is far more than any blessing I could have ever been given, he’s a winning combination of every desire, dream, or hope I could have imagined.
I met my husband online and he was everything I wanted. Handsome, funny, loving, a man who worked hard and was loved by all who knew him. It was a fairytale marriage. His third, a glaring alarm I chose to ignore.
I should have realized that such a wonderful person who claimed that he had honestly found the love of his life and would be faithful and honest was indeed a fairytale.
I never took into consideration that his previous two marriages failed not entirely due to the women he married. I listened to every sad story, how badly he was treated, how much he tried and how in the end both wives turned out to be nothing more than “Bitches”.
That was until I became a “Bitch”.
The man I loved was a pathological liar and the clinical description of the ultimate “Narcissist”. Ladies, and for that matter gentlemen, when you fall in love with a person with these traits the path to heartbreak is certain and swift. This is, however, not a story about that part of my life, instead it is about the man who gave me more than I could ever have dreamed possible.
After my marriage ended I admittedly was very alone. I wanted and needed male companionship. I am a woman who needs a man by my side. I make no excuses and admit freely that in some respects that may sound somewhat needy, I am not a needy woman, I am a woman who loves.
There were several men who I met via the dating sites and while for the most part there was just no chemistry the sheer number of married men seeking clandestine relationships were not in my wheelhouse.
I’m smiling as I write these words.
If I see one more profile with the words, “I’m honest, don’t cheat or lie” I will vomit. If you have to assure possible lovers that these are traits you don’t possess save it, you are telegraphing loud and clear that you do in fact cheat and lie and honesty evades you.
Pictures, if you can’t post a current true likeness why bother to post one at all. If the idea is to simply project an image that isn’t who you are do you truly believe that once a meeting is arranged that fact will not soon become evident?
I am a “Full Figured Woman”. Gentlemen, that means exactly what it implies. I am not a size ten, I am not a model, I am not “Thin With Big Bones”. For those who need a description here it is. A “Full Figured Woman” is “Rubens” idea of what the perfect woman should be.
We are often an average size eighteen or larger. We are large busted, thick waist-ed, we have full hips and a softness in our bellies that men who actually admire us find very appealing and satisfying.
Men who claim to be attracted to “BBW” are most often not entirely clear on just what “BBW” actually depicts. We are gorgeous loving ladies who look and feel like women. Please, there are as many shapes and sizes as there are colors and desires. If you enjoy thin women, I applaud you for knowing who and what you want. Isn’t it wonderful that we can all have exactly what we want? Know what you want and then be clear about it.
I digress, forgive me.
After meeting men who were not what I was hoping for I chose to change gears. I knew who appealed to me. Why I subjected myself to those who truly do not know what they want was a wake up call.
I was sure that the man I was interested in was much older and I changed dramatically the perimeters of my desires.
My choice was clearly stated.
My perfect man was at least seventy two or older. Once I was adamant regarding possible suitors and dismissed those who were not in my age specifications I was literally bombarded with winks, flirts and messages.
If I saw the words, honest, cheat or lie, I immediately ignored the response. If the age requirement was not met I deleted the e-mails. I was determined to stay true to my search.
As I said the pool of older desirable men is endless. There were some who I just wasn’t attracted to. There were some who unfortunately couldn’t write a cohesive sentence. And naturally, there were those even at this advanced age who were looking for a playmate without the little woman at home being all the wiser.
All good things come to those who have patience.
One morning I signed into my online account and after deleting several messages I opened one that immediately caused me to pause and take notice.
“Hello, my name is Wilbert Everman, I am seventy four years young, a widow of five years, and seeking a woman who will and can appreciate a man who will be respectful and passionate. Perhaps we can chat and see if there is a possibility of a real connection.”
The perfect age, intelligent, passionate and respectful. I was very interested in Wilbert and answered his message.
“Wilbert, what a lovely morning for me. I am very impressed with your direct and thoughtful message. I would consider it an honor to chat and look forward to speaking with you. My name is Daria and you will be able to contact me through the e-mail address I have responded from. I look forward to hearing from you.”
I sent my response and clicked on his profile. Wilbert was an older man, little to no hair around the sides of his face. He wore glasses, and appeared to be a man who was just a little full around the middle and wore a very sweet smile.
His profile said he was a retired man and enjoyed music, good food, and intelligent company for stimulating conversation. He went on to say he was an affectionate man and was seeking a woman who was still sexually active. Check, check and check. I was certainly interested and looked forward to his answering my response.
I had some things to do, and just after lunch I opened my browser and low and behold there it was, Wilbert’s response.
“Daria, what a lyrical name, it rolls off the tongue like music. I am so pleased that you responded and would very much like to chat with you. I will send an invitation through YIM and we can spend some time together. I am at your service, so please let me know when would be a good time to chat?
I had to smile, he was so pleasant I was almost afraid to believe that he might be a very strong possibility. I returned his message and said I would be available this evening at 7PM. Almost immediately he confirmed our time and it was now a date, so to speak.
Anxiously I waited for the hours to pass. It seemed as though time was creeping and finally it was the witching hour. I opened YIM, saw his invitation, accepted and within minutes Wilbert appeared.
I won’t bore you with the conversation, it was exactly what you might expect. We talked about our likes, dislikes, lives, marriages, and eventually what we both enjoyed sexually.
It was not meant to be arousing, it was actually very open and clear. I believe Wilbert wanted assurances that I was in fact sexually active and should we find an attraction, mature enough to accept his advances. Yes, there was the usual innuendos and sexual banter. It was light hearted and quite sensual. We decided that we were both comfortable enough to arrange a meeting. Wilbert reminded me that at his age he didn’t want to waste a single minute.
We lived quite close to each other and made plans to meet the next day for lunch at a favorite restaurant. Wilbert asked if he could make a request.
“Would you consider wearing a dress, I love a woman in heels and hose.”
I smiled to myself. I liked his openness and self confidence. I said I would most certainly dress as he requested.
We spoke for a short time longer and said goodbye with plans made and agreed upon.
“I am very much looking forward to meeting you dear Daria”.
If I didn’t admit that I was very aroused with Wilbert I would be less than honest. I laid my head down and couldn’t stop thinking about him. There were a few things that he said that were extremely suggestive and I found myself needing some sexual release. I reached down and found myself quite wet and aroused. I closed my eyes and replayed his words as I let my hand fall between my legs.
My fingertip barely touched my swollen button and I slowly circled all around it. Within a mere few seconds Wilbert had brought me to a sweet powerful orgasm. I slept like a satisfied woman fresh from making love with her man.
The next morning it was chilly and I contemplated wearing something warm, perhaps slacks and quickly recalled Wilbert’s request. I chose a wool skirt and blazer. Since he was clear and concise regarding hose and heels I decided to wear thigh high lace topped hose. The skirt had a deep slit on the side and I knew if I positioned myself just so, it would be impossible for him not to see the lace hugging my thigh.
I choose a laced trimmed tank that had a deep rounded neckline. My darling expressed his love for a woman with full abundant breasts. I knew that he would appreciate a clear unobstructed view of the cleavage my bra would create. Soft silk panties and my choices were complete.
I showered and dried my hair. I decided to pull it up and let it fall behind my neck. This was a deliberate move. My hair wouldn’t be a deterrent or cover the fullness of my breasts.
I was blessed with perfect genes, clear creamy skin, dark green eyes that sparkled. A small amount of mascara, a deep berry gloss that plumped my lips and I was ready.
I am not a raving beauty, I am attractive and very much a woman who was gifted with a sweet smile. Some earrings, a small pearl drop that fell just above the tops of my beauties and I was very pleased. Perfume, a clean white flower scent in all the right places and I was on my way.
As I pulled into the parking lot I immediately saw Wilbert. He was quite handsome I thought, dressed in gray slacks and a navy blazer with a beautiful blue crisp shirt. When I opened my door he was there offering his hand to help me out of my car.
“Daria, I’m so happy to meet you.” His smile was truly infectious.
“Hello Wilbert, its a pleasure to meet you.”
“You are quite lovely, and thank you, I appreciate your wearing a skirt and heels, I love to watch a woman walk in heels and hose, shows off your legs, did I tell you I love shapely legs?”
“Yes, you did and may I say how handsome you look, I think blue is just perfect for you, makes your eyes very intense and mysterious.”
Wilbert chuckled, no one had ever said he was “mysterious”, I believe he was actually blushing. He placed my hand in his arm and we walked into the restaurant.
“Welcome Mr. Everman, how nice to see you again, your table is ready, this way please.”
Stepping aside he motioned me to walk ahead of him. I took this moment to show off my legs and maybe just the tiniest of exaggerated movement which I knew would attract his glance upward to my derriere.
As the host pulled out my chair I made sure my skirt rose just enough to allow the slightest peek at my lace covered thigh. I glanced at my handsome companion and heard the quiet soft moan when he looked down. I had chosen well.
“This is for you.” Wilbert handed me a pink carnation wrapped in baby’s breath, feathery green fern tied with a satin pink ribbon. I was truly touched, he remembered that this was my flower of choice. The man must have called ahead to have this lovely token waiting for me.
“Wilbert, this is so sweet of you, thank you.”
“I think you also made it a point to bring me a few unexpected pleasures, didn’t you?”
His eyes lowered, looked down at my thigh which now was completely exposed My skirt had moved up enough to show the lace stopping and my thigh in full view. I gasped as he placed his hand on my knee and let it move up just enough to make me shiver.
We looked at the menu and surprisingly Wilbert ordered for both of us. I was truly mesmerized with this man. The waiter brought a bottle of wine, poured Wilbert a taste, waited for his approval, filled our glasses and we were finally alone.
“Daria, you are exactly the woman you portray in your profile. I am very attracted to a woman who looks and feels as a woman should. Rubens was so right, his depiction of the female body suggests that a full figured lady is truly a very beautiful gift to appreciate and enjoy.”
His eyes were slowly taking me in. When he paused and saw the tops of my breasts teasing him his hand again touched my leg. I shivered as his finger curled under the lace and touched my skin. I watched his mouth open slightly and as he let the tip of his tongue slowly lick his lips I trembled. He was sensual and erotic, without trying.
The conversation over lunch was relaxing and happy. I was thrilled with this man sitting beside me. His voice was soft yet very strong. The compliments were many and endearing. I felt as if I had known him all my life. Wilbert was in complete control, a place I immediately understood meant a great deal to him.
There was nothing he didn’t arrange.
Shortly after we finished our lunch the waitress appeared with a luscious silver tray filled with chocolate dipped strawberries, small pastries and two glistening crystal cordial glasses filled with Chambord, a sweet dark raspberry liqueur.
I playfully picked up a plump strawberry and offered it to him. His smile was worth a million kisses as he slowly bit into it. It was so easy to like this man and want more of him.
I stood up and bent down placing a soft kiss on his cheek and excused myself promising to return in the blink of an eye. I knew that bending down would give him a clear look into the top of my lace tank, a view of the deep cleavage that separated my full breasts.
The feeling that his eyes watched every move I made walking away began a tickle deep down in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t deny the deep blush in my cheeks and the heat that was rising from those places that tell you just how aroused you are.
Returning to our table I couldn’t deny that Wilbert was beaming.
“Darling Daria, I have had the most marvelous afternoon with you. How would you feel about coming to my home Saturday evening for dinner?”
“I would love to, I’ve also enjoyed our first meeting and am looking forward to spending time getting to know you. What can I bring for dinner that would please you and make you smile?”
“I’ve been smiling for these two hours, so much so that my cheeks ache, in the nicest way. Why don’t you surprise me. I’ll send you directions by e-mail if that’s okay. I was thinking cocktails at six thirty, how does that sound to you?”
“That’s fine, are you sure I can’t bring something, dessert perhaps?”
“If the night goes as I hope it will you’ll be all the dessert I can handle.”
I was being told that dinner was merely a prelude to the true nature of his plans. I was now at the point of accepting his invitation with the unspoken suggestion or expectation of what the night would be.
“Perhaps I’ll surprise you with something special, I am looking forward to dinner and I agree, I may be more than you can handle.”
“I’m already surprised, gleefully charmed and eager to have you all to myself in a private setting. As I told you while we were chatting, I’m a man who knows what he wants and when I’m faced with making the choice to move along I always choose to make haste and not lollygag or meander.
It was time to leave and truthfully I didn’t want to end this, I was so enthralled with this man I could have taken him right there without the slightest regret. As we were leaving the staff thanked my companion and added that they looked forward to seeing us again very soon.
“I am quite sure that my lovely Daria and I will be enjoying many more visits. Thank you for a wonderful afternoon, all my wishes were just as I asked and it made the afternoon all the more enjoyable for both of us.”
So, I was right, he had made some plans before hand. It was abundantly clear this was a man that wanted me to feel very special and that only endeared him to me all the more.
We walked out to our cars holding hands as if we were a couple who had been together for quite some time. I am very much an old fashioned girl. Holding my hand, taking control, being a strong male presence is a very appealing quality.
I was leaning against my car and Wilbert wasted no time in circling my waist with his hands, pulling me close and kissing me. His tongue licked at my lips and as I opened my mouth he twirled my tongue around until I felt myself go limp in his arms.
“There’s nothing like a good kisser, its where it all starts and where it all ends. I am so glad you answered my e-mail. I knew that you would be a person I’d like to know better as soon as I read your profile. Daria, you are exactly who you say you are, no games, no misconceptions and no unwanted surprises. If I weren’t a gentleman I swear I’d throw you down on the backseat and ravage you with no mercy.”
We both laughed and once again Wilbert pulled me close, this time he placed his leg between mine and I’m sure I felt his excitement. My breasts were crushed against his chest and his hand now caressed my hips and slowly moved down over my body. I only hoped that no one was watching us, we looked like two young eager kids groping in the parking lot. He quickly looked around and confident that no one was in sight he kissed me hard and his hand reached up and squeezed my breast. I was breathless and couldn’t stifle the moan as he pinched my nipple.
Clearly I had to end this. I gently pushed him back and smiled as I felt him pull back his leg and release me.
“I am so happy that you answered my e-mail. Daria you are exactly who you say you are. My God, listen to me, I’ve been so taken with you I’m repeating myself as if I have dementia. It was clear to me once I read your profile you were a lady I had to meet I was sure there would be no games, no misconceptions, no regrets. Geez, I’ve already said all this, I’m just so damn happy and I’m getting the feeling that you feel as I do.”
“I have had a wonderful afternoon, you are exactly who you say you are. I’m looking forward to dinner, its going to be a long two days but I’ll struggle through and think about my surprise. Thank you for a wonderful afternoon, I haven’t enjoyed a lunch like this since I don’t remember when.”
There we were, each one not wanting to let go, not wanting to leave but it was time and we said our goodbyes and as I pulled out of the parking lot I smiled as I watched Wilbert blow me a kiss with a thumbs up and a smile that took over his entire sweet face.
The drive home was a replay of the last few hours. I was intrigued with this man. He took every possible moment that could have been ordinary and made it a dream.
I saw the light blinking on the answering machine as soon as I walked into the house. It was Wilbert, he sent me the directions to his home and thanked me for a simply wonderful afternoon. I was the one who was thankful and I knew that in time he would understand just how much.
I changed clothes and realized I was sleepy, maybe the wine or the excitement. I looked at the clock and it was nearly four so I put on some soft music and curled up on the sofa to calm down and close my eyes for a little bit.
The sound of the phone startled me, I opened my eyes and it was completely dark. I reached for the phone and said hello, it was Wilbert, I smiled.
“I woke you didn’t I, I’m sorry I just wanted to hear your voice and chat for a few minutes, maybe I should let you sleep.”
“I’m just fine, I think the wine and the delightful afternoon wore me out in the very best possible way. It’s so nice to hear your voice, what a surprise, I’m glad you called. I’m all yours so chat away.”
“I was sitting here and all I could think about were those lace topped thighs and feeling your skin, it’s driving me crazy. I think you purposely did that to thrill me, and you did. You’re a real surprise in so many ways.”
I could sense the excitement in his voice and I was sure he was imagining many things that might thrill him.
“What surprises you?”
“I suppose the way you think for one thing. In a very short time you’ve given me more pleasure than I’ve had in quite some time. How you picked up on my little nuances and what excites me is pretty remarkable. I couldn’t have dreamed up a better scenario if I wrote it down on paper myself. Obviously you heard what I was saying while we chatted and knew instinctively what to do to thrill the hell out of me.”
“What made you write that first e-mail?”
“First of all, the fact that you were specific in describing the person that you wanted. When I saw that I was well within the age group of the man you were seeking I was immediately drawn to you. Most women don’t even give an older man a chance. Your description of yourself was so natural and flowed so easily that I knew it was exactly who you were. I could have cared less about a picture but since you posted one I thought what the hell and when I saw you I knew I had to meet you at the very least. You have everything I want in a woman, and perhaps more than anything else, your smile, it melted my heart.”
This was the man I knew he would be. His words were plain and to the point.
“I wish I could persuade women to see the value in an older man. Unfortunately, there are those who believe that once a man reaches a certain age he can’t perform or satisfy them sexually so they discount an entire wealth of caring, strong, loving men. I’m a lucky lady, I know a man is more than an erection.”
“That doesn’t surprise me at all. I’m a pretty healthy man and I manage to produce what I need when I need it. That’s not to say that there are certainly times when I just don’t have it, does that mean I can’t make you happy and fulfilled, of course not. The fact that you want an older man told me that you didn’t feel that was a deal breaker.”
“I have a theory. For me, intercourse is not the heart of making love. If a man has an erection and has an orgasm he’s pretty well finished, he loses his desire and interest. If I’m making love why would my ultimate goal be to have my lover reach orgasm with the knowledge that he would be unable to continue. Its a matter of what you want vs. what you need. I want slow, sensual, erotic sex. Playing, taking the time to satisfy every desire is what makes the sexual experience thrilling. If my need is a quick release than masturbation fills the bill every time. On the same hand, there is something to be said for a quickie. In truth, most women don’t reach orgasm with intercourse. If you suddenly threw me down and wanted nothing more than a fast hard fuck that would be great but that’s not something I would want on a regular basis. And don’t forget, the sex toy industry makes billions every year selling toys that can help any couple enjoy the journey erection or not. I trust I wasn’t too blunt?”
“You could never be too blunt. I admire you for speaking your mind, makes it easy to know what makes you happy and how to please you. Honestly it also relives the pressure a man could place on himself to perform. I know your comfortable being yourself, that’s the first time you said fuck, I was wondering just how proper you would be.”
I couldn’t help laughing, it was the first time I said anything off color. Isn’t it strange how we walk on egg shells until we feel free enough to trust and be trusted?
“I’m sure it won’t be the last time I utter something that should be spoken in private places. I’m proper when its required and a hellcat when I need to be.”
“I got the distinct impression that you my sweet darling Daria can be the consummate lady and feel free enough to be a slut when you feel the need or should I say want?”
“Wil, there’s a time and place for both. It was the slut that taunted you this afternoon with peeks and simple pleasures. I was as wanton as the situation permitted. You were extremely turned on standing in the parking lot with your hand pinching my nipple in broad daylight. The slut allowed it, loved it. I felt your desire, you wanted me to, you made sure I felt your cock pressing against me. You were testing the waters so to speak, and when you realized I was a willing participant it made you want me even more.”
“That’s why I can’t stop thinking about you, you are a minx I fear and I will be putty in your hands, gladly I might add. I like to hear you call me Wil, it sounds so comfortable and easy. Most people call me Bert, even my family, for you I want to be Wil, and I will want to see more of the slut, she’s quite a woman.”
“I believe that Wil and the slut will come to know and enjoy each other in ways you may never have imagined.”
“If you could read my mind you would be quite surprised. There are two sides to each of us, when we choose to reveal to another that which we hide from the world and we feel the freedom to be the person who lives the fantasy then the magic begins.”
It was now perfectly clear to both of us that we were willing and looking forward to unleashing the wild child in each of us. We spoke for a few more minutes and it was time to say goodnight.
I was both tired and aroused. I decided a little me time was just what I wanted and with a picture of what was to come in my dirty little mind I had a powerful orgasm that sent me to dreamland.
I slept quite late. When I finally opened my eyes and peeked at the clock it was nearly eleven. I truly thought about getting up but I just lay there and my mind was flooded with thoughts of Wil.
Could he be the one I was waiting for? Slow down my lady, my better angel was whispering in my ear and I smiled knowing she was right.
I must have dozed off again because I was startled back to the real world by a pounding on my door. Quickly I shouted that I would be there in a minute, I threw a robe over my nakedness, yes I sleep bare, and headed for the persistent pest that was now creating quite a stir. I checked the outside step for the person that was insistent and opened the door.
“Good morning, I have a delivery for Lady Daria.”
In his hands was a long white box wrapped with a pink satin ribbon. My face revealed my happiness. I took the box in hand and asked the man to wait a moment. In a flash I returned with a thank you and handed him the expected and deserved gratuity.
I was giddy with delightful anticipation. Untying the ribbon I could smell the flowers before I lifted the cover. There, wrapped in pink tissue was a spray of pink carnations, filled with wispy soft emerald fern and cradled in baby’s breath.
There was a card in a pale pink linen envelope. I gently pried open the scalloped edge and I smiled and realized that I was tearing up, I suddenly felt the warmth of my own tears on my cheek.
“For My Daria…Your Wil…XXX”
I lifted the flowers and drank in the soft fragrance I loved. This was a gift from a gentle man who was stealing my heart one petal at a time.
The flowers were lovely and their luscious scent filled the air.
I found a crystal vase and slowly placed each stem lovingly and carefully. I filled it with water and set the vase on my table in front of my large window for all the world to see. As the sun kissed the soft pink buds and encircled the crystal it was a dance of color and beauty that left me breathless.
I had to hear his voice. I dialed his number and heard it ring, I was impatient and wanted him to pick up the phone and say hello.
“Hello, I’m sorry I missed your call, please leave a message and I will get back to, enjoy this glorious day.”
“What can I say, darling Wil, you have my heart, thank you isn’t quite enough.”
I put the phone down and I was secretly happy that he didn’t answer, I don’t think I could have spoken one word without tears.
It was Friday, how would I make it through these many hours without seeing him. I wanted to fly to him and throw myself into his arms.
Patience, she was whispering and I couldn’t ignore her. The rest of the day I waited, expecting him to call and somehow knowing he wouldn’t.
I spent the night between sleep and a dreamlike trance.The windows were open and I could feel the cool breeze floating in the air carrying the scent of the flowers like a tease. My body was hot and I lay there in my bed with my skin begging to be cooled and calmed. Somewhere in the darkness I heard the sound of the trees swaying, the leaves blowing in the gusts of wind and it lulled me to sleep.
The morning filled the room with bright sunlight and now I was again in control.
The man was a challenge, something I was never exposed to. My relationships with men were always the same. I never allowed myself to be completely taken.
I didn’t need a man for monetary support and that allowed me to be independent and free to stay or go at my whim. After my divorce I vowed that I would never be subservient to any man again. I built a portfolio that would support me well into my golden years and beyond. My house was mine free and clear, just as everything else in my life. I wanted a companion and now I knew that this man was an entirely different breed. Can you actually fall in love in a moment?
I needed to get out of the house, the scent of the flowers was clouding my mind. I dressed and drove into to town.
There was a small shop I loved and decided to stop by and treat myself to something new. Who was I kidding, I wanted to find the perfect dress, the one that would mesmerize and pull him in, promising him something he had only fantasized about.
The color was all important. He liked blue, his eyes were blue and he chose a blue shirt and blazer, he wanted to impress and he did. I looked through the many beautiful selections and when I was just about to leave I saw it.
The neckline was the perfect scalloped edge. It was cut to lay off the shoulders and plunge down revealing a soft bodice that hugged the body.
The deep midnight blue was almost black until the light fell across the lace and it glistened with the tiniest sequins in a barely lighter shade of the midnight sky. The sleeves were long and lace so the milky creamy color of my skin was like another layer of lace underneath.
The front was straight and hugged my hips, but it was the revealing slit that opened as I moved and offered a fleeting peek of my thighs. I was sure this was perfection.
Now that I found the wrapping I needed the gift it concealed.
I walked into the lingerie shop and knew exactly what I was after. My man liked legs covered in silk hose. I choose a deep blue garter belt and midnight blue silk stockings. The dress was cut low so I picked a bra that was actually half cups. The lift would be there and so would the offering.
I tried it on and it was perfect. My nipples were ever so barely covered, I knew that when I was aroused they would peek up just over the satin and I felt myself tremble with anticipation.
Now the final decision, panties or not. It was an easy choice, there would be no panties tonight.
With my treasures in hand I felt electrified and quite the siren. I was to be the seductress, the slut and I was ecstatic and more than ready to begin.
I ran a hot bubbly tub and sank down into the steamy scented water to soak the eagerness off my body and out of my mind. I had slow sultry music playing and sipped a glass of wine to settle my nerves and warm my soul.
By the time I finished my bath and dried my hair it was nearly 5:30. I had to dress and leave by 6:00PM to arrive at Wil’s on time. I thought about arriving purposely late but decided that making my sweet man wait and wonder wouldn’t begin this most important evening on a good note.
My choices were perfect. The satin garter belt hugged my waist and hips. Silk stockings attached to the shimmering clasps shadowed the curves of my legs and was exactly as I imagined, sexy as hell.
My full luscious breasts filled the half cups and teased my nipples as they rubbed against the lace edging. Peeking just out of the cups again, couldn’t be more seductive.
I stepped into my dress and tugged it up over my hips, my arms were covered in lace and the neckline off my shoulders barely covered my beautifully full bra. I pulled the zipper up and when I looked in the mirror I have to admit I was a quite stunning gift. The slit in the dress opened less than an inch below my mound and it would reveal a pleasure trove of want when I sat down. Stepping into take me deep blue pumps, thin heels and I was wrapped and ready to deliver.
Something was missing, and I knew just the thing to complete me. I had a deep blue velvet ribbon that held a diamond drop. I clasped it around my neck and you might have thought I had been collared, I knew that a man who enjoyed control would most definitely see the symbolism.
There was a chill and I wrapped a black velvet scarf around my shoulders, picked up my purse, a few extra drops of very spicy perfume and I was out the door. Yes, I did make a special purchase that I would bring as a gift for Wil, more about that later.
By the time I reached Wil’s house it was already dark. He was waiting for me with the lights on and a smile that just lit up his face. Walking into his home I was amazed. It was quite beautifully decorated and so inviting.
“You are stunning Daria, You take my breath away, come here I have to hold you.”
I slipped the wrap from around my shoulders and his reaction was exactly as I had planned. I just melted into him and he let his hands feel my body as his mouth sought mine and kissed me deeply and with passion and intense feeling.
“You look like the midnight sky filled with sparkling stars. Uumm, have I collared you my minx? Turn for me, I want a full and slow look at you.”
I smiled and turned slowly, letting him drink every inch of me in and when he had his fill he took my hand and led me into the dinning room.
The table was filled with several dishes and platters. There were beautiful mixed white and pink flowers in the center and long pink tapers glowing candlelight over the room. The music was sensual slow jazz and I was in heaven.
Wil motioned for me to sit and when I was seated he stood over me purposely filling his eyes with what was beneath the revealing dress I had on. Suddenly without warning he slipped his hand down inside the top of my dress and softly touched me, feeling the swell of my breast and I’m quite sure my stiff rigid nipple.
“My God, I knew you’d feel like this, I don’t know how I’ll get through dinner.”
Wil walked to his chair and sat down. He told me what each dish and platter offered and filled my plate with my choices. The wine was luscious and the food was just off the charts.
During dinner, Wil reached over and touched my knee. He soon realized that the path to a warm place was open to him. His hand crept up my knee as we spoke and even further as we laughed. It was some what of a more than pleasant surprise when he reached further and found there was nothing in his way. I trembled as he reached higher and felt the wetness that had seeped out and covered my lips.
“Daria, no panties, how erotic. You are so soft and wet, maybe a slight dip into you is just what I want.”
I felt his finger spread me open and he slipped in with no resistance. I held my breath when he touched my rigid stiff clitoris and I moaned as he gently teased me. Knowing I was teetering on the edge he brought his hand up and licked his finger, they were shimmering with my wetness.
“I see that you made several strategic choices in dressing for me. I made several strategic choices in the menu. There is nothing that has to be cleared away. We can take a bite here and there and just leave all the worries of dinner right here waiting when ever we need to replenish our energy supply.”
This was even more than I could have ever dreamed possible. Wil looked so handsome in his white shirt and dark slacks. I wanted to touch him but I knew he was the one who had the plan and I was more than happy to acquiesce and let him lead the way.
“Its time for dessert my Daria and I am a man who loves sweets. Of course you do realize that dessert will be served in the bedroom, so shall we retire and feed ourselves our fill?”
“By all means, its dessert that makes a meal.”
Wil took my hand in his, it was strong and warm. His fingers were intertwined in mine as he helped me to my feet.
I was being led and I was an eager aroused woman wondering just what the evening would bring. I stopped, I suddenly remembered my gift, I reached back and placed a shiny black box, wrapped in black satin ribbon in Wil’s hand.
“This is your surprise”.
He had the most devilish smile and the gleam in those ice blue eyes was blinding me with passion.
“And I thought you were my surprise?”
The bedroom was very welcoming. I smiled, a four poster bed, how fortunate. The covers were pulled down and the sheets and pillows were covered in glimmering satiny smooth sheets and covers. The door was open and there was a slight breeze. I felt it cool me and I needed it. The wine, the man, the anticipated hours were making my head spin.
Wil sat on the edge of the bed, at the foot, between the posters that reached up in the dark and allowed the flicker of a few candles dance off the gleaming wood. It all felt so comfortable and easy.
“Should I open my gift now?”
I smiled, he began to pull at the tails of the ribbon. The top now off and the rustle of tissue paper. I watched every inch of his face, the eyes opened wide, a smile, a deep slow breath.
“This is quite unexpected, however, very much appreciated. Are they for me to use as I deem possible?”
“They are your surprise, to use in any way you’d enjoy.”
His fingers rolled the braided silk cords back and forth,feeling the silky softness.
“Come here to me Daria. I want you to open the buttons on my shirt and take it off. Remember, we have all the time in the world.”
It was already sensual, he sat, followed my fingers as they twisted the buttons and pushed them through the crisp white shirt placket.
Wil reached between my legs, the slit was barely covering me. His hand rested on my mound and squeezed, pummeled, and held on to me. One long thin finger slipped up and down my wet creamy slit and I whimpered and trembled.
Each button slowly released until they were open to the top of his slacks. I slipped my hands inside and felt his chest. He was very muscular for a man of his years. Smooth skin, I leaned forward and let my tongue trail down to his buckle. He reached up and pulled me closer, between his legs now.
“What do you want Daria, tell me, what you want.”
I was caught off guard. I wasn’t expecting this, questions, wants, telling, asking, it was different, and very erotic.
“I want you to enjoy every inch of me, tie me, use me, drive me mad with want.”
I reached for his belt buckle and he grabbed my wrist, he wasn’t ready.
“There are a few more buttons.”
I smiled, he had a plan.I gently pulled his shirt up and opened the last two buttons. My fingers danced around his shoulders and slowly pulled the shirt over his shoulders and finally off his body. He had the body of a much younger man, when he moved his muscles moved with him.
I wanted to kiss him, taste his mouth, the lingering nectar he left on his lips. The kiss was deep and strong. His mouth devoured me and sucked on my lip, bit the tip of my tongue, sucked my lips between his own and caused me to shudder with pure excitement.
“Stand back, take your dress off for me and let it fall around your ankles.”
Ummm, I like this man. I reached behind me and felt for the zipper pull. It was easy to slide down, the dress, open from the back now.
I pulled one shoulder down and over my arm, the next the same, Holding the dress against me I let it fall away and pool at my feet. I suddenly felt nasty and dirty standing there with those eyes drinking in every part of me. I wanted to cover myself, but that wouldn’t do at all
“Come closer, step out of the dress. Your nipples are teasing me, did you intend to do that?”
“Yes, I want to thrill you, tease you, make you ache for me.”
He reached up and harshly grabbed a nipple with two fingers and twisted. I couldn’t stop the shriek. Now he pulled and twisted, hard, and now harder, I was loving the pain and he knew it. The bra covered nothing and he liked it that way.
“Tell me to suck you Daria, suck you hard, now I do what you tell me to understand?”
“Open that dirty mouth, take this stiff nipple and suck it hard, harder and harder, make me whine from the pain.”
And he did just that, first one, the other, then both over and over until they throbbed and I screamed out that I loved it.
“Now we play with my surprise. Lay down on the bed, in the middle, put your sweet head on the pillows.”
I crawled up and did as I was asked, instructed. The sheets were so smooth I felt as though I was laying on a cloud. I watched Will wrap the cords around the posts on the head of the bed. He was so into this and it made it more enthralling for me.
“Give me your hand Daria, its time to play games isn’t it?”
I watch as he wrapped the cord around my wrist and slowly pulled it up and tied me down. He just crawled over me straddling me while he repeated with the next cord. I could move my hands forward but not enough to actually make the slightest bit of difference.
There were two more strands of silky black cord and I waited, wondering what he would do with them. I didn’t have long to wait.
“I’m going to do something that I’ve imagined since I saw you the very first moment.”
I watched as he wound the cord around my ankle, I was sure he would spread me wide apart, not at all.
As he tied to the lower post he lifted my leg wide and high. I realized that I would be completely at his mercy and I was now spread wide and my legs lifted high in the air. My pussy was open but so was my virginal rosebud. He had clear access where ever he chose to go.
“I have you where I want you my dirty slut, and that’s what you are, a very nasty dirty slut that will be begging for me to shove my cock deep into you and fuck you as hard as I can. There are so many more things that I want first and I intend to have every inch of you in every way I have ever dreamed of using a woman.”
Might I have bitten off more than I could chew, I think not, I was exactly where I chose to be, doing exactly what I wanted and my man was being the strong controlling lover I so desperately desired.
“How many times will you cum Daria, how many ways will I play with you, how long will it be before you’re sobbing for more and more?”
Wil was at the foot of the bed unbuckling his belt. He reached for the zipper and in mere seconds he was gloriously naked.
I now understood his lust, he was fully erect and more than I could have dreamed he would be. I was so hot and wanted him to do something, anything, how long would he stand there.
He grasped his stiff rod and slowly stroked himself up and down, staring into my eyes and I was starving for that hard piece to be buried in me somewhere.
He straddles my chest and his cock whipped across my lips, I opened my mouth and I held out my wet hot tongue as he plunged into my throat gagging me but never stopping.
“That’s right, tongue me, take me deep so I can feel your throat pulsing all around me. Yesss Daria, suck me, slowly, I’m just getting started, not nearly ready to cum, Now, slow down, just lick me all around my head, let me see your tongue, work that tongue faster and make me leak some cream into your hot little mouth.”
As I cupped the tip of my tongue I felt the first drops fall and nestle in the bottom of the warm space. I pulled my tongue back and sucked the milky drops down and licked my lips wanting more and loving the salty thickness of him.
“I need to get inside this wet cunt, you want that don’t you, just a few strokes, a few deep stabs, let me get wet, feel that, my head my round big head tapping at the door, open up, let me in, yes, now I feel you, oh my God your are so sweet, maybe a few deep thrusts, yeah, you like it deep you love it hard and deep just like this.”
I loved it deep and hard and he was playing my song, making me sing with pleasure as he drove in and out and then just deep and still, he was a master.
Wil pulled out of me and moved slowly back on his knees, I knew he was searching and I felt the knocking as he rubbed my rosebud, beckoning it to open and draw him in. He was wet with my juices and he inched ever deeper until he was all the way in, down and tight.
“Pump that ass for me, squeeze my cock and fuck me back. That’s it oh damn so fucking hot and tight. I might have to get a little tough here, yeah just a little harder now, oh you love it, that’s what I thought, now we’re working that ass aren’t we, oh yeah, now we doing it good.”
With my legs wide open and pulled up tight I knew I couldn’t move There he was pumping me good and hard, I liked it, and I wanted him faster. He reached down and put two long fingers in my pulsing hot pussy and with my ass full of hard cock and my cunt sucking his fingers I couldn’t believe the thunderous cum that was starting to wash over me.
“Yesss…let it happen, this is only the beginning and you feel fucking good. That’s it, now it happening, oh yeah, I can feel this sweet pussy tightening down and cumming hard. You love it don’t you, filled all up and cumming hard, I knew it would be like this.”
I was feeling like I was on fire, my ass was full and he slowed down and was moving slow in and out and his fingers just let me clamp tight and hold on till the throbbing and pulsing slowed and stopped.
I felt him pull back and I was shocked as he lowered his face to me and began licking me from bottom to top. His tongue squeezed inside the tight opening of my ass and then deep inside my wet seeping pussy. When he captured my clit in his teeth and gently bit down I screamed and tried to pull away but the ropes held me and I couldn’t move.
“Oh my God, you have to stop its too much, too sensitive, oh please don’t.”
Wil didn’t stop at all, he released my swollen tender button and began sucking instead, I was crazy and couldn’t move, he loved it and knew I might be saying stop but I wanted him to keep going.
“Oh God, suck me I’m going to cum again, I can’t take it ohhh, don’t stop.”
And he didn’t until I trembled into another even more explosive orgasm.
He backed away from me and just looked down at me smiling and not moving. He was proud of his performance and was basking in his own glory.
I was so happy, he was feeling like the man he was and he loved it. It was his time now and he slowly pushed that still rock hard cock into my wet smooth cunt I felt him so deep and he took his time, the rhythm was like music and he was completely in sync with me.
“You are quite a woman Daria , you feel good, you look good, you taste good and you’ve been very good to me. I’m going to be easy and give you time and let you enjoy this. I’m in no great hurry to end this at all. I was worried, but you gave me the freedom to be a man and I adore you.”
All these words as he slowly did what every man wants to do, he knew I was satisfied and now it was all for him and I couldn’t have wanted more.
Still inside me, hard and proud he reached back and untied the ropes around my ankles, letting my legs fall along his thighs. This was his way of making love to a woman who gave him what he needed. He leaned down and kissed me, softly and with real caring, almost reverence. His body was moving slow and steady and he was trying to hold on and I was still, I didn’t want to break his stride.
“I know what you’re doing and just go with me, I’m ready and I want it.”
I grabbed his arms and pushed back against him, we were in unison and he was picking his moment. Two deep long slow thrusts and he was there.
I felt the warmth inside me and I watched his face grimace and contort in an orgasm that he worked for and wanted to prolong as long as he could. A few more strokes and he was finished, he collapsed on top of me totally spent and more than satisfied.
We laid there, not long and he rolled off me and laid next to me. I turned, kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear.
“I know I can beat you to the shower.”
I laughed, jumped up and ran, he was right behind me as I stripped off the little bit that I had on my body. As I stepped into the shower, he turned on the water and we both screamed when the cold iciness touched our bodies.
Pushing me under the stream of now hot steamy pleasure he smiled and said perhaps the sweetest three words I’d heard in a very long tine from a man.
“You are perfection.”