After my previous adventures in cheating, I finally asked my wife to move out, which she did. At the same time, I had gotten an amazing job offer in another city I couldn’t pass up, so I began preparing to move. In the last week before my move, I decided I needed to try dating, this time not only as a single (okay, separated) male, but a sexually active one. After a bit of stumbling around on a few dating websites I found a profile of someone that didn’t just catch my interest, but lit it on fire.
It wasn’t that Marie was super hot, or seemed really sexual. She just had a very strong intelligence that came through everything she wrote. As I got to know her, I found out she was a professor at a local college. She stood 5’4”, and was more of an athlete than me, with some curves but more just a strong person.
Yeah, strong women. That’s my weakness.
We had our first date at an Italian restaurant on Friday night, and it was a nice dinner, and we both decided to have dessert. And, eventually, we realized we were there too long and I finally gave up and walked her to her car. We kissed in the parking lot for a minute or two, and just one moment of French kissing. But it went well enough, so we decided to meet up Saturday night, and play trivia with her friends which went really well. Everyone had fun and I enjoyed her group. After trivia, we walked around for a bit and found a quiet spot and this time really made out. Although I brushed her neck with my fingertips and went down to the buttons of her blouse that was as far as things would go.
But then she decided we should go three nights in a row, and we could have the third date at my house, since I love cooking so much. I was definitely not turning that down.
So I made lasagna, and she came over, bringing wine. We sat in my dining room and talked over dinner. Conversations were always easy with her – so much to talk about, and she was someone who really thought about things. As dinner finished, and I took the dishes back to the kitchen, she sat on my sofa. I happily sat next to her and put my arms around her and we immediately started kissing again. Her tongue slipped in my mouth just like the night before, and it was amazing. We really understood each other kissing. As the making out stretched into longer and longer minutes, maybe fifteen or so, and I realized I didn’t know what was next, she finally broke the kiss and sat up on the sofa, and, without a word, pulled her sweater up over her head, revealing her peach satin bra underneath and otherwise bare above the waist.
Well that’s a clear signal.
I asked her if she wanted to go to my bedroom. She said sure and we walked upstairs like that, her topless, me dressed, and I brought her back to what had once been my marital bed. As we stood next to the bed and kissed again, she stepped out of her shoes, and I opened her jeans, pushing them off her hips, and she stepped out of them. I pulled my shirt off as she worked off my slacks, and then I laid on top of her in bed, each of us in our undies, and we resumed kissing again.
This was really my first time with someone new where it wasn’t some rushed, secretive thing, and I could really enjoy this moment. Her skin was soft and she was happy under me. I reached behind and unclasp her bra, and she lifted her shoulders up so I could pull it away, exposing her small but firm breasts. I couldn’t bear to wait to kiss her there, and her hands ran into my air and her body arched under me as I licked and sucked on her nipple. I looked up to see her mouth wide open as she breathed in, writhing under me. My hand went between her legs and her thighs fell open, where there was a rich wetness in her panties. I started to rub her there as I turned my attention to her other breasts and her body again heaved under me, lifting her breast into my mouth. I felt like an absolute king having this incredible woman contorting to my touch like this.
I slid my fingers under the waistband of her panties, the last clothing she had. Her hips reflexively lifted and I took the hint, pulling them off and over her ankles. Suddenly I realized I now had a strange naked woman in my bed, and the symbolism only excited me more. As soon as I finished taking her underwear off she immediately pulled mine down as well. Being much taller than her, I pulled them the rest of the way off, and laid on top of her, kissing, as her legs wrapped around me. So close…
“Do I need a condom?” I asked. I had bought a box when I got the supplies for lasagna and they were in my nightstand.
She considered this for moment, knowing how short my sexual history really was. Her hand reached between us, stroking my erection. “No.” She said, and guided me in to her body.
As I sank in I was overwhelmed. “My god you are so hot.” I meant that to express the temperature I was feeling inside her, but it came across far better. I slowly ground my body against hers, having learned from before that I tended to be faster than I wanted, and it worked. For an extra eight seconds. As I exploded in her, shivering, I was awash in a whole new kind of pleasure in having an orgasm I deserved. I kissed her some more before rolling off to my side of the bed, thinking I was done, and a bit embarrassed. She didn’t hesitate to follow me over, and her mouth went down on my fading erection. After a few moments, she paused sitting up on my lap, absently stroking me.
“One thing about me,” she said. “I neither spit nor swallow. Just tell me when you are going to come.” I agreed. She resumed sucking on my erection, which I was delighted to see come back to life, then lifted her head up as she threw a leg over me, guiding me back inside as she settled on top of me. Well, this was different. I realized how silly I was to think I was done. She worked up and down on my length for a few minutes, her breathing getting heavier and heavier, then sitting back and rubbing her clitoris with her hand as she moved. Suddenly I felt muscles start to get tighter on me, and her mouth fell open as if she wanted to scream, but she didn’t make a sound, her body unable to do anything but wrap itself in her orgasm. It was my first time seeing a woman orgasm while I was inside her, and definitely not going to be the last.
As her orgasm finally began to crest and fade, she slumped over on me, relaxed, and nuzzling her nose into my neck while holding my cock inside. I held her close to me.
I remember thinking “so *this*is what sex should be.”
We stayed up most of the night, talking, drifting back into fucking again, and talking some more. We would see each other every day that week, and always find our way back into bed, and she began spending the night with me, too. She even visited me once in my new town, and I saw her again on a return trip. But I had a new relationship brewing in my new town (with my future wife), and I broke her heart to focus on that. It wasn’t long before she also found someone to marry. We stayed friends for a while, but we worked better as lovers in the end.
But I will never forget the way she brought me into the world of dating as an adult, and how perfectly she did.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7o3uio/my_first_real_third_date_mf