[MF] Divorced, got back into form recently with an unlikely connection from my life. A fun update. Long.

My [recent story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/81nwy5/mf_divorced_over_a_year_ago_got_back_into_form/) was well-received (thank you again) and I honestly had a blast reliving it through writing, so I’ve decided to relate a saucier happening that probably fits here better. Like last time some things will be a little vague to protect my privacy. I’m aware I’m in the midst of something special and writing about it is extra hot for me, plus helps me remember the details.

Short summary, I was divorced over a year ago, losing my kids and my mind a little and moving out of state to restart, and it’s been a pretty difficult and lonely climb back up. Lots of regret, particularly in regard to my children who I miss every day.

But life goes on. I’m beginning to adapt. Recently, during a sequence of events beginning at a friend’s birthday party I made an unexpected connection with a woman I’d known for a few years – Sara, spellbindingly beautiful and chemistry for days but several years younger than me. I’d liked her for a while, thought she was untouchable for me, but as things turned out she was pretty in to me as well and when we both figured it out, it was rather explosive and wonderful.

I’m 6’4″, athletic/lifter but perpetually on the skinny side, and was told in college I’m ‘classically handsome’ whatever that means. I think it means ‘my mom would like you but not you’re not hot,’ but I’ll leave that for you to decide. Sara is over a foot shorter than me, thin figure, very feminine, blond with brown roots, with the face and green eyes of an angel.

I’ll pick up where I left off last time. Probably the only other non-vanilla story I have with Sara (so far). This is a chronicle of one of the best nights of my life.

After our first evening together, I went home to let out the dog but also to gather myself. After all, what had happened was amazing but I’m a textbook overthinker. I really needed to wrap my mind around this thrilling and slightly terrifying possibility that I was head over heels in love with Sara and her with me, though neither of us had uttered those words yet.

My roommate Todd has a girlfriend and works for a large company nearby, and he is pretty detached from my social circle which is great because he stays out of my business (I’m fairly private) and vice versa. We do update each other occasionally on our lives. We made breakfast and coffee that morning and, as I was messaging back and forth with Sara, he asked me if I’d met someone recently. Yeah, you could say that. I told him I had met someone and she might be coming by at some point, and she’s definitely out of my league so don’t be shocked if/when you see her. Thankfully they didn’t know each other (of course I checked) and he said he was fine with it.

That afternoon we met up for coffee. All smiles. There was such a gravity and ease with one another. It’d been so long since I felt that with someone. Maybe this is the first time I’ve felt it this hard. It’s like a drug, one that clouds your judgment yet you’re conscious of its effects; you know what it’s doing to you, but you want more. That’s how I felt. I don’t remember what we talked about but I remember Sara biting her lip with this goofy grin, staring down at her coffee while I made subtle hints about our previous evening amidst the crowd of college students and everyone else who packed the place out.

I consider it a good sign when you can be with someone in a crowd of people but still have your little island that no one can touch.

Later we went back to my place. Initially Sara was content to be close, and a repeat of the vigorous lovemaking we’d had the night before was tabled for the time being. Unfortunately the next couple of weeks overall were sparse due to holidays, obligations, and business stuff on my end, plus my traveling north to see my kids for a couple of days. Sara and I managed to see each other when we could and we continued to work back to our previous high pitch, attraction for each other in full display.

Since we both had a desire to keep the relationship private for a little while that meant her being out of her apartment (and over at my place) more than normal; Christine started to pick up on this and realized that Sara was seeing someone. They’re pretty tight so it was to be expected; Sara told her who it was she was seeing and got a mostly positive response but also a fair warning about dating a divorcee with kids, to which Sara fired back defending me. Girl’s a badass. I get Christine’s position though. Everyone is friends now.

Moving along – through a contact I recently got invited to a charity gambling night for a local group I really like. You can’t swing a dead cat where I live and not hit a casino of some kind, they’re seriously everywhere, and this one in particular had an area (a convention hall I guess) of the casino they would cordon off for private groups for different events and private tournaments. For this night they had a large area set aside with various types of poker, blackjack, and a craps table, typical retiree gambling fare (minus the slot machines) which was 70% of the audience for this event. Older folks with money love to finance good causes – and gamble – no complaints.

More importantly though, this was very much a ‘bring a date’ semi-formal event and I was pretty excited to be out with Sara considering most of our time spent together was in my house or otherwise involved jeans or pajamas (or less). Sara is a stone cold knockout in pretty much any dress and my best look is probably a nice fitted suit.

Sara leapt at the idea when I told her, relishing the opportunity to do something social (a lot of our friends were out of town for the holidays and we were still not ‘out’ officially) and also to dress up and hang out with people, despite many of them being gray hairs. For me I was excited to play poker (I’d be a compulsive gambler in another life, I stay away from casinos and cards) without a real downside and also to see Sara in a dress, shamelessly show her off to people and hopefully end the night on a high note (it did).

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I had some stuff crop up in the late afternoon and finally picked her up about the time the event was supposed to start. I hurried up to her apartment, adjusting my navy suit and dress shirt before I walked in; we talked to Christine for a bit and headed out. She had her LBD on, form fitting but not skin tight, mostly hidden under her jacket (it was cold by this point) with black heels. Her hair was all down, a classic look on her as she literally has no bad side. We made our way out and hopped in my truck.

Ladies, remember that weird kid in middle school that you knew had a crush on you but couldn’t look you in the eyes, ever, for any reason? That was me, I was that guy. I still am that guy. Sara’s face is almost dangerously beautiful and on the way to the event 7th grade me took over, unable to even look her in the face. I’m pretty sure she thought I was just watching the road, but that’s how I felt, like we hadn’t already furiously made love and gotten this awkwardness out of the way. I’m pretty weird. Anyway.

Handing my truck off to the valet, we checked coats, got our allotment of chips and headed inside where music was blaring, hoping at least to find someone to talk to but mostly enjoying each other’s company. Sara stunned me in the dress, as expected; it was black, flared out well above the knees, cut kind of low but with hardly any cleavage (Sara has a smallish but oh-so-fun chest). Sophisticated with a hint of slutty. Sara gives off a serious good-girl vibe and knowing her lusty side made it all the more distracting.

For the sake of brevity I’ll just say I saw a few people, some more interesting than others; every male I met seemed pretty thrilled to make Sara’s acquaintance and more than a few heads turned as we made our way to a poker table to see the one person under 40 in the whole room other than us, a grad school friend of mine. Any other time this would have been a great time to work the room, but my focus was… singular, tonight.

Some time passed, some food was eaten and drinks drank. We played cards and I was up a few percentage points. Sara wasn’t. She’s pretty sharp, but godawful at poker, though it was fun to watch her lose and get mad about it. With no chips left, and a couple drinks in, I became the object of her attention and feely Sara started to make her way out. When one of the people in charge got up to make a speech she sat in my lap and put my arm around her and helped me quietly make fun of a few of the people talking (all in good fun). She was comfortable in my arms. Finally she whipped around and gave me one of her fiery looks with one hand tugging at my hair. I figured I knew what that meant and I subconsciously started trying to figure out an exit strategy.

I had to get up to go greet someone making an early exit, so I left Sara with my chips and my place at the table. On my way back I saw a familiar face had made his way over to the table to chat with her. It was Richard, a partner at one of the firms I interned with way back when I was in undergrad. Though I didn’t have a relationship with him directly he always came across as a self-important ass, the type to color his hair a shade too dark, dress 10 years younger, give you a fake-as-hell smile, and make sure you knew what sports car he drove whether you asked or not. His firm also revoked a job offer they initially gave me despite using me for cheap labor for several months, so not really my favorite person then or now.

He didn’t notice me as I came up but was clearly very into Sara, who had to be 25 years his junior. I’d say it was the alcohol but maybe the guy is just really, really confident; regardless he was doing his best to drum up some humor and was perched up and ready to pounce. Sara held a stoic but amused posture, politely fielding his questions. I came up right as he was asking who she was here with, at which point she gestured to me.

Richard turned to stick me with a measured glance, gave a microscopic hint of recognition and without saying a word to me turned back to Sara. I wish I could say some epic verbal smackdown happened but sadly no such luck. Richard dropped his chips on the table, clearly looking to stay for a while, next to Sara of course. I came to her left and she put her arm through mine. While Richard was mid-sentence she turned to me and asked me why I was gone so long, and lightly chided me not to leave her alone again so she wouldn’t have to hunt me down. Yes ma’am.

A few hands later I lost all my chips to a bad beat. I was ready to get out of there anyway. I said bye to my friend and another person I’d met at the table and we left Richard twiddling his chips, still probably trying to figure out where he knew me from.

It was a big place, so we decided to take a walk. Sara has this effortlessly feminine, sexy walk that draws all of your attention to her ass, so I make sure to walk behind her whenever possible; she led us down a hallway that looked pretty empty, and with a mischievous grin pushed open an unlocked door. Inside was what appeared to be a smaller private room with a bar, but no one was around; my guess is they were going to renovate it but hadn’t started, it was pretty outdated. Sara hopped up on one of the bar stools and turned to me, and my lips were on hers before she could say a word.

It’d been a couple of days since I’d been able to touch her like this; she wasn’t messing around either and seemed intent on making up for lost time like I was. Her hands hovered around my chest and I pulled her in close. Smell is one of my biggest turnons; Sara always smells good but for the first time since we’d been together she was wearing perfume and it drove me half crazy right away. I kissed her up and down the sides of her neck and face, starting to slightly smear her makeup, which she didn’t seem to care about as she held deep, passionate kisses.

It didn’t take long for my hands to find their way up her thighs and under the skirt of her dress, feeling my way up and resting on her firm little ass. I’d like to take this moment to personally thank whoever marketed Crossfit to average white girls. Sara’s lace thong held firm but I could tell from her body language that she was heating up. I grabbed her around the waist (she’s tiny and it’s my favorite thing to do) and set her up on the bar, and I started to kiss around her chest and taut stomach over the surprisingly touchable fabric on her dress.

Sara had her arms around my head and neck and when I started to kiss her she pulled me in hard, clearly enjoying being put (literally) on a pedestal as my head rested right at her chest. My kissing found its way, as it often does, down to her inner thighs and before I could start to tug at her thong to get it off she had already slipped a hand down and beat me to it. Off it came and she held on to it in her hand while she began to tremble as my lips and tongue found her pussy.

The position was awkward so I got her to ease down and lay down on the bar. She propped up her head slightly to watch me eat her out. It couldn’t have been comfortable but damn it if wasn’t incredibly hot to watch her, still looking formal from the waist up, getting eaten out on this shabby but clean bar, quivering and shaking from the ecstasy. I’ve loved to watch every woman I’ve been with shake the same way but for some reason it’s just different with Sara; the way she does it, it makes me feel like I’m the only one in the world that could make her feel this way, if that makes sense.

Before I could finish, all of a sudden (probably should have seen this coming in hindsight) we heard voices down the hallway. There were a few rooms on this hall but better safe than sorry. I helped Sara down from the bar, still shaking slightly, and wiped pussy off my mouth with my handkerchief. Sara, having left her purse in my truck and her clutch in her coat, crammed her phone and thong in my coat pocket, and we turned to leave as a security guard and a headset guy in a polo with the casino logo emblazoned on it opened the door in mid conversation.

Busted. I didn’t even think about cameras, of course they would be everywhere in the hallways of a casino (though none were in this room, at least I was smart enough to check that first). At first they seemed pretty pissed but we just said we were on a walk and wanted to do some sight-seeing. Bullshit, we all knew it, but credit to their excellent customer service they sent us out without incident and kindly redirected us to the floor.

We walked as fast as we could toward the valet. Sara, mortified at first, broke into a laughing smile and that mischievous look. Damn, she is beautiful. In what I consider to be a very smooth moment I grabbed her arm and marched toward the front desk, asking if they had any rooms available. Sara looked at me incredulously but stayed quiet; I was on a mission. They didn’t have much but had a suite available at a decent rate and within five minutes I had the keys in my pocket and we headed toward the elevators.

Blessedly the elevator was empty and I hit the number. Wasting no time I half-slammed her into the wall, lifting her tiny body off the ground. She met me there, kissing me back deeply and feeling my hard dick through my suit pants with her hands. Erection impossible to hide at this point, I prayed silently for an empty hallway. It wasn’t. We walked pretty fast.

Finally some privacy. Sara took a timeout mid-makeout to respond to a fairly important text. As I was praying for her not to be taken away I texted Todd and asked him to feed the dog; I’d owe him one. My phone buzzed with a response I did not check, as Sara came back into my arms revealing details between kisses about a family matter. Eventually we ended up on the bed. One of my other favorite things to do is undress my partner before/during sex. It’s probably a control thing but it drives me crazy, and soon she was straddling me naked on the king-size, hair over one shoulder, black dress and heels on the floor, me still wearing my dress shirt, suit, and shoes.

She helped me take off my jacket as we made out and started unbuttoning my shirt. Eventually I was shirtless and she got to my belt and pants, starting to kiss me down my chest and stomach almost to mirror what I was doing to her earlier. Working her way through she got my dick out of my pants and started to put on a show, relishing in my reactions to her lips and tongue.

Sara is wicked smart and as such is a quick study at many things. Giving head seems to be one of those things. She quit playing around and starting sucking my soul out through my dick, using her hands to work the shaft that her mouth couldn’t reach. My shoulders and head propped up on a pillow, I watched as her little feminine body worked in unison with her head; her golden wavy hair fell down around her face and I couldn’t help but run my fingers through it while she worked. Finally when I was on the edge she worked her tongue up my dick and flashed this look of pure fire right through me. I couldn’t hold back, and she locked her lips over my dick as I came really, really hard, bucking a bit and looking her right in the eyes.

She didn’t swallow, letting most of the cum fall out of her mouth and down my shaft, which is one of the *hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen.* I laid there while she wiped her mouth with a nearby tissue and laid down, and we kissed like lovers.

In a daze from my orgasm, but still horny as hell, I really wanted her on my face to finish what I started earlier. At first she wasn’t sure what I wanted (for some reason I find it hard to verbalize things I want in bed in the moment) so finally I just grabbed her hips and positioned them over my face. She got the picture and moved her hips in rhythm with my mouth. I slowed her down, not wanting to rush anything, and stretched it out over a long time, after which she couldn’t take it anymore and started grinding my face, keeping her wonderful noises less quiet now where few could listen in.

She came as hard as I did, and I already had another erection.

Lying naked in the afterglow we decided to see if any good movies were on. It was still only 10-10:30pm or so, so with her head on my chest I called up some room service. Thank god for places that serve breakfast at night. After it was delivered we had bacon, toast, and orange juice (why is orange juice so good after sex?) while watching one of the Thors (I can’t keep track of all these superhero movies) and Sara educated me on the Marvel timeline. Soon after she drifted off asleep.

The movie droned on for a bit and I finally turned it off from lack of interest. Not wanting to disturb her but still needing to clean off bodily fluids at this point, I left her in bed and quietly went in the bathroom. This being one of the nicer rooms the shower was a huge walk-in, all glass on one side, and had this (I don’t know the technical term) cutout seat on the tile wall with this huge shower head that felt like a raincloud showering water on most of the seat and floor. After checking my phone which was thankfully quiet I steamed up the room pretty good and washed my hair and body, then sat down to think my thoughts and drink in the evening.

Sara, a lean 110-115 and ninja silent without shoes, having woken up quietly made her way in the bathroom and then to the shower. I looked up to see her open the glass door, stark naked, and we shared smiles. She’s such a thrill. Apparently she had the same idea that I had. I asked her about the family stuff she was talking to me about earlier and we talked about some semi-serious stuff while she entertained me by cleaning herself off, avoiding washing her hair for the time being. Eventually the subject drifted to my erection that I made no effort to hide and Sara made a comment about how big I was. Being a red blooded straight male there are few things more hot than a naked paramour, covered in soap, flattering my dick; it wasn’t long before I stood up and had my hands on her again.

Every significant other I’ve ever had has had trouble kissing me standing up due to height and Sara is the shortest of them all. To remedy this I grabbed her ass and put her against the wall, kissing everywhere I could get my lips on her, while she did her trademark ear biting/nibbling thing that drives me insane. She’s fairly light so I held her there for a while, drinking in her kisses.

I had this timely flashback of all the times I’d seen her before we got together, how beautiful I’d always thought she was and how I knew, just knew she was out of my league and not interested, and laughed again internally at how wrong I was as her petite body knelt down and her lips wrapped around my dick again like there was a million dollar prize inside that needed to be sucked out.

I needed to have her. Right then, right there. I stopped her blowjob and brought her over to the seat, kneeling down to taste her and warm her up for my dick. She was way ahead of me. Sara gets wet at the drop of a hat. This is a game changer for me as my ex was almost never wet and needed lube constantly even when she was horny, leading to frustration and a very vanilla sex life. Sara was practically dripping and I didn’t waste any time, lifting her up and working my dick inside as she straddled me and exhaled short, sharp breaths that mirrored my own.

Sara’s body type is pretty off-type for me given my past interests, other than a couple of petite girls who turned me down in college, but I think I’ve been changed forever. There is nothing in the world like watching this hot, nubile, tiny woman react to my dick being inside her like she does, like it’s an effort and sometimes even pain sometimes but also pleasure. I have to be really careful with positioning or I will absolutely bash her cervix and leave her almost in tears. Thankfully that didn’t happen here and Sara slowed down to enjoy riding me and work my dick like she’d been doing this for a long time. I ungracefully sucked on her delicious little boobs as she rode me and I was dead to the world except for the sighs she made. Not wanting to cum just yet I slowed her down and we made out for a while, still inside her.

Showers are great, showers with seats are even greater, but eventually the lack of padding and all the water can be kind of limiting. I whispered to Sara that I wanted to take her to the bed and she reluctantly agreed, not really wanting to leave the warmth of the shower. We grabbed towels and haphazardly dried off, still making out and feeling each other up in the process. Sara seems drawn to my traps in particular and I silently thanked past me for keeping deadlifts in my workout routine – I’m a tall guy with crazy long arms so my biceps suck, but the deadlifts keep my back looking awesome and Sara’s hands find their way there often.

I carried her to the bed and tossed her on the duvet, still messed up from our earlier romp, which prompted an amused protestation on her part about my taking advantage of her being little. I told her to suck it up and flipped her over on her stomach, grabbed her hips and buried my mouth in her pussy from behind. Like lots of people not living under a rock I’d read about other people adding ass-eating to their love life which I always thought was odd because I never, ever was drawn to that with my ex. For some reason, that I have yet to process, it felt like a good idea at this point, and venturing north I put my tongue between her firm little cheeks and swirled it around her asshole clumsily, finger in her pussy. She gasped like she had been underwater for two minutes and asked what I was doing; I asked if she liked it and she gave me some variation of ‘Yeah… but… mmhmmm.” I have to imagine it’s an odd sensation at first.

Nursing a huge erection still, I figured I could explore that option later. I rubbed my dick over Sara’s asshole and cupped her ass cheeks against it, teasing her and enjoying seeing her spread out before me. I love seeing how ‘far’ my dick will be inside her. Finally she looked back and gave a stare that in no uncertain terms meant ‘fuck me, you tease’ as her hand came back to help me find my way in.

I’m not sure what’s so different about doggy style but, while in other positions it feels like we’re equals, when I’m fucking her from behind she becomes my slutty little doll with nearly zero resistance. This time was no different. Sara couldn’t contain her screams anymore and let them out into a pillow, interspersing with yes’s and moans. I took turns slowing down and going really deep, while also lightly smacking her ass while it wobbled on my dick.

A FWB in college told me once to massage the asshole with my thumb during doggy style and that it was an amazing feeling for the girl. Tried this on my ex-wife one time and she hated it so I never did it again until now. I gave it a shot. Sara moaned soooo damn deep when I tried it on her. Not sure where to venture next I kept it pretty light, filing away her reaction for future exploration.

Sara has almost no dirty talk game so I have to pick up some things on intuition and I despite her never having an orgasm from PIV before (it came up in a previous texting binge), a big one was on the way. Her whole body tensed up and then these waves hit starting emanating from her pussy and working their way all over her body. I pulled out slightly to let her have her moment, her involuntary shaking rocking the whole bed, eventually subsiding. Her blond hair, perfect for most of the night, was splayed out on the pillow in disarray, its own kind of beautiful.

That carnal drive picked up again and I entered her all the way, this time not slowing down for anything. My hands went from her thighs to her waist and I had her ass shaking hard now as I pounded away. Sara was mouth open, eyes closed on the pillow letting me have my way with her; I grabbed her forearm and held against her own waist with one hand and gently but firmly grabbed her hair in the other. Slowly but surely that familiar feeling crept through my balls and my hands went back to grabbing her ass as I came forcefully deep inside.

I laid down exhausted and told her it was the best I’ve ever had in my entire life which is 100% the truth. What a mind-blowing evening. She agreed, still shaking a little, and we fell asleep not long after.

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That morning she awoke to a few ‘where the hell are you’ texts from Christine who thought Sara would be back by midnight or so. Whoops. I didn’t want to leave and was hoping for more action in the morning but Sara had to get ready for an event she had committed to. We picked up coffee on the way home, still in our nice clothes, and I dropped her off at her apartment and painfully watched her walk away. She looked back with this fake pouty expression and blew me a kiss. It was honestly the first time in a long time that I DIDN’T want to be alone, didn’t want to live life by myself that day. I’d missed that.

Since then we’ve grown closer and become more public with our relationship, and we’re making plans right now to get my kids down to where I live so they can meet her, which is kind of an important step. This is new territory for me, but I love chasing this feeling and honestly any vision of my life without her at this point just depresses me. One step at a time.

That’s all. Thanks for reading.

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