As you know, this is the dawn of my slut summer! The summer I should have had 30 years ago. A summer where I decide when and where I‘ll have sex, and with whom. When I was in my 20s I was trapped in a string of dissatisfying relationships that saw me make choices about sex that revolved around cheating or not. I never had control over what I got and rarely ever got what I wanted.
I was responsive to men’s needs and desires and all they needed was me to say yes. I never once told a man what I wanted, or even pursued one I was interested in. I was afraid to acknowledge or admit my desires, let alone demand they be filled.
I’m not that young woman anymore
I’m still cheating, but I’ve left the burden of guilt long behind. I am going to get my fucks in this summer, and not look back. So far my lover is on board. I’ve told him if it comes to a choice between me and getting my needs met, and him — I’m going to come first. Like I said, I’ll let you know in October where we’re at with our relationship.
So, who’s the lucky guy?
He lives about an hour from me, is in his early 50s, married with adult children. His wife, so he claims, always had a low libido, but stopped having sex altogether when perimenopause set in six years ago. Married in his 20s, he says he didn’t have a lot of sexual experience but had enough by the time he settled down.
“That’s what I thought too,” I replied when he told me.
He’s a white-collar government worker, which isn’t a surprise because government and tech are the two main industries in our region. Not that it matters, but he is a foreign policy advisor, which I found particularly interesting for no reason.
Most importantly, I’m his first affair!! And that’s what I wanted more than anything for my first conquest. I wanted to welcome a man into the lifestyle and teach him what his affair partner expects of him!
He knows about my slut summer and that this is a one-and-done for us, but I promised that he his balls will ache for me long after we part!
What he doesn’t know is that I write, or that I’m going to write about us.
An out of the way lunch
Working from home lets gives me the latitude to come and go as I please. Everyone knows how to get in touch with me, so it doesn’t really matter where I am during the day — which is usually home. I generally tell my boss if I’m out for lunch, and she doesn’t monitor me because she knows I’m good for the time — she reads my weekend emails.
We met at a small diner in a town between us. I don’t know anyone who lives there and assume he doesn’t as he recommended it. It was a nice little mom-and-pop sort of place with country-style breakfasts, regular diner-type food, and a 50s-style lunch counter. The patrons were ordinary people going about their day and us — two horny degenerate cheaters.
I’ve fucked on a first date, even though I don’t recommend it, so while we were breaking the ice, and it’s nice to do that with your clothes on, I was a little damp by the end of lunch. I couldn’t help it, I was really excited to finally meet him.
He was a bit taller than me but not tall, fit, with nice arms, and wide shoulders. A light beard, glasses, and the air of a breezy college professor. Was I swooning? No, but his words, or should I say, his voice, captivated me as I daydreamed about being on my knees in front of him.
Dessert
After lunch, I asked him if he’d like to sit in my SUV for a bit, and he obliged me. I’d parked nose in, in the corner of the parking lot along a line of overgrown bushes, in the shade of a large tree. I’d angled the car in such a way that people couldn’t park directly beside me and left the widows slightly down so the car wouldn’t be too hot.
Was I planning to molest him? No, but I figured if things worked out, I’d let him have a taste, and didn’t want to relocate to do it. Like the Boy Scouts always say — Be Prepared!
This is also why I wore an easy to get into summer dress.
Sitting in the back seat that had been conveniently cleaned and covered with a towel, we were obscured by tinted windows. I scooched into him and offered my lips, once we were settled.
“I love your arms,” I cooed as we kissed, caressing his biceps.
I’m not sure if he was going to make the first move, but I guided his hand to my knee and pulled him toward my pussy. He didn’t need much encouragement.
I get really turned on by hand in panties finger fucking. There’s something so hot about a hand sliding into my panties and finding my labia.
He did not disappoint
Gently pressing down, but not penetrating, he massaged my fleshy mound until my first signs of arousal became evident.
My breath caught in my throat, and the growing dampness began to trickle.
I squirmed when he pressed his middle finger into me, gently along my slit.
We were kissing so there’s no doubt he could feel what his fingers were doing to my body. Drawing his finger up my slit he slowly spread my wetness to my clit, but he didn’t play with it. Instead, he grazed it with each pass until my pussy was soaked
Sensing I was ready for more, he introduce his index finger. Spreading my labia, he circled the entrance with both fingers, further pressing inward, but never beyond my inner lips.
“Jesus, that’s so good,” I gasped.
“I’m glad you think so. I haven’t touched a pussy in over half a decade, and I was afraid I wouldn’t know where to find it.”
“Oh, god, you found it all right, don’t stop…” I worked to open the top of my dress to free a breast, and began tugging at my nipple.
With every fourth or fifth pass, he drew his fingers to my clit, pressing in softly, as he circled it. Not touching it, but pressing the hood inward and causing my clit to slip and slide with increasing pressure as he fingered me.
Grasping my hooded clit, he pinched it between his fingers and squeezed and pulled on me, until my clit popped out of his grip, before he recovered it and tugged on me once again.
“Fuck, if you keep that up, I’m going to have to fuck you right here…”
“We can’t have that, because I don’t want this to be my one. You promised me a little more.”
“Oh, gawd, I’m not going to cum without my toy, but you can’t stop,” I reached over the seat and retrieved my Magic Wand from my bag. Was there a “Preparedness” merit badge? I don’t know, they didn’t take girls when I was a girl.
Firing it up, I hiked up my dress, lifted my ass, and reefed my panties down. The dear pulled them off and in a second I was pounding my pussy to the orgasm he’d prepared me for. I came so fast I think I scared him.
After the first wave passed, I shut my wand down, pressed him into the corner against the door, and freed his cock. Pre-cum was running in rivulets down his shaft.
Sucking him into my mouth, I stroked him as I sucked, engulfing his cock in my mouth, bathing him in a mixture of saliva and pre-cum. His cock was slick as I alternated sucking and stroking him. His cock tasted sweet and a faint odor of sweat emanated from him. Not sour, but fresh and clean.
He was intoxicating
I knew he was close when he began to thrust, so I redoubled my effort. My lover goes insane when I alternate pumping and sucking and this man was no different, and he was soon gasping.
His cock exploded into my mouth in jets of hot cum. Jet after jet as he moaned and bucked. Fuck it was so hot.
I held him in my mouth until he finished and then withdrew. Staring at him, I felt his cum dribble from the corner of my mouth. I swallowed him, holding his gaze. With a fingernail, I collected the dribble of cum that had run to my chin and licked it clean as he watched.
Leaning back down, I sucked his cock clean as he softened, and tucked him back into his pants.
“Well then, what did you think of that?” I asked coyly.
He smiled sheepishly but didn’t respond. Leaning in for a kiss, he pulled me to him and returned his lips passionately.
“That was the most intense blowjob I’ve ever had. God, you’re so fucking sexy.”
“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself. What did you say your name was again?” I laughed pressing into him as I did, and wishing we’d booked a hotel.
That was yesterday. I’m not sure if I regret my one-and-done commitment with him, but we’ll see after our hotel meet in a couple of weeks. When I met my lover at his trailer last night and told him how it went I wasn’t surprised when he asked for a blowjob. And I was happy to oblige.
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