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Good things are worth waiting forThey say that when the time and place are right, life’s true course will occur. I was 18, my parents were driving my brother and his girl friend somewhere. Just 8 months prior I had my first sexual experience with a woman more than twice my age. I’d had been living torture since then, I had no girlfriend, and my only release was at the end of my wrist. Her warm soft thigh pressed against mine and each bump in the road moved that sensation to a new level. Her scent was deliciously feminine and her shapely legs enticing. I looked down at the lines of her breast against the fabric of her dress and longed to suckle and caress them. I looked back up and right into her eyes, she smiled as if somehow knowing how much I had enjoyed the view and thoughts of fantasy. I had to look away as the temptation to kiss her was overpowering. That night, I experienced my first wet dream, Thank you Cher`i Roma.Years passed, I went off for 8 years in the Air force and returned home a single parent. I saw her in the grocery store and followed her for a few aisles just watching the motion of her hips as she walked. and admired her womanly curves. When I coached youth softball, she was there to watch her girls, what I wouldn’t give to get her alone for 2 or 3 hours. I saw her where she worked and to my surprise by the end of the conversation, we had planned to meet on a seldom used road nearby.That yüreğir escort afternoon and evening I was on edge with excitement. I had no idea whether she would show or not, what might happen, or what she would let happen. An embrace, a kiss, that would be enough to fuel my erotic imagination, and cause multiple times of self gratification. I went and waited 20 minutes or so, Then left and went to a pizza place to collect my thoughts over the disappointment.While my order was being made, she rode by……When next we talked I found out that she had indeed gone to the designated rendezvous and felt I had backed down. She also worked for that firms home office about 20 minutes north of the state capitol. I went there and met her, sat in her car and talked a bit.She had on a loose fitting blue print dress that rode up her thigh and generously gave me a good look at her legs. She smelled great and her dress was tightly restraining her breast. She said she would gladly split a hotel room at another time and my heart raced at the thought of such an opportunity. As things would have it that never happened. We talked on numerous occasions when ever we had the chance, no mention of past attempts were ever mentioned. So I presumed i had missed my chance.So 47 years after the ride in the back seat of my parents car I got reassigned to a local post office. She adıyaman escort collected mail from a p o box there and I occasionally got the chance to speak with her. Her appearance was always a pleasure to view and the years had not lessened her attractiveness. Her figure, although changed, was still eye catching. And always seemed to light the fire of allure and fantasy.We started having more conversations, and dropped a few emails as well. A divorce and moving to another town only made for more sensually driven thoughts. I told her that if she ever had the need for a sexual, pleasure filled encounter I would gladly find a way to make it happen, but she held firm that she wanted more than just a fling.Then one day she mentioned going to her camp to check it out, and maybe I could go along as she really didn’t want to go alone. I jumped at the chance to even just ride somewhere with her and tantalize myself with the sight and smell of her.We met and parked her car and she directed me to her camp. She was wearing a mid calf denim skirt, that was conveniently slit to show some leg. A tight sleeveless blouse with maybe a button or two undone for ventilation, Yeah – more like intoxication of my overactive, erotic, fantasy driven mind.We got to the camp, got out of the car, she stretched, pushing her ample bossum out for maximum viewing pleasure. That skirt hugged her hips afyon escort snugly. She unlocked the door, stepped in, I closed it behind me, and turned to find she hadn’t moved but turned to face me. Our eyes met, her lips parted. Whether she was going to speak, I never found out as my lips covered hers and our arms wrapped around each other. Her breast flattened against my chest sending electrical impulses throughout my entire body. The kiss seemed to last an eternity with neither of us in a hurry to break it. I wanted to cup and caress her ass, but something told me not to rush it. 47 years, is not rushing it. I gasped as it caught me off guard that the palm of her hand was pressing against my cock. With the kiss still intact, i placed both hands on her butt and slid them down over the rounded curve and cupped her well formed ass. Her hand was now tracing the form of my rapidly growing erection. I reluctantly broke off the kiss, her eyes should sparks of anticipation. I unbuttoned the last few buttons and gazed at the rounded mounds of flesh held captive in her bra. I lowered my face into her cleavage and took in the scent that I had longed for so many years. I guided her back to a couch and eased her down. Unhooked her bra and rubbed my thumbs across her stiffening nipples. I could not contain myself any longer and kissed and nuzzled those orbs of feminine grandeur. Cher`i sighed, the sound of sensual acceptance, i knew then that she also was enjoying my manipulations. My hand reached up under her skirt and found her warm and wet. I got a finger inside her as my thumb toyed with her clit. I moved from her tits to her lips and started another long slow kiss of tantalizing pleasure.

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