Five years ago when my wife Michelle was dying from cancer, a neighbor we called "Lisa Lasagna" would drop off pans of vegetable lasagna two or three times a month. It was really great; I'm not much of a cook, and our schedule was so disrupted by cancer that I rarely had time to cook anyway. A number of friends and neighbors dropped off meals and they were probably the only good meals I had when things got rough at the end.
In one of the last "after I'm gone" discussions we had, Michelle told me I would be an eligible bachelor as soon as she died, and women would probably start hitting on me the day of her funeral: 50ish guy with no ex-wife, no kids, a house, a job… that's a target for a lot of women. She wanted me to be careful and choose wisely, that it was fine to have a fling with someone like Lisa, but that's not who I should marry. I said it wasn't something she should be worried about, and she said it was important to her because she didn't want her cancer to screw up the rest of my life.
I am not sure why Michelle used Lisa as an example. She was divorced, so that put her in the running I suppose, but I didn't think Lisa had a thing for me, and she isn't exactly my type. She's petite, 5'3 or so, and I'm 6'2, and Michelle and my previous girlfriends were all taller. But, my type or not, Lisa is hot. Pretty face, great ass, pretty eyes and smile. I suspect that Michelle knew something I didn't know (then), but if so, she didn't tell me.
After Michelle died, no one hit on me immediately, but it wasn't long. I was not ready for any kind of relationship, so I ignored the subtle come-ons and tried to be gracious and kind when declining the more obvious ones.
One night after about a year I was at a little neighborhood get-together. When I was getting ready to leave, Lisa asked if she could walk with me. When we got to her driveway, she asked me to come in. I said I didn't think that was a good idea, but she took my hand, told me she didn't want a relationship or a commitment or anything, and that I should go in the house with her and not worry about anything.
I don't know what exactly was stopping me before, but it must have left because I decided to go in, and I got really horny. Not being with a woman for more than a year will do that to you.
We started making out as soon as we got in the door. I tried to pull her into her family room, but she said, "No. Right here." and pulled me down on top of her. Through some kind of magic, she dropped her wrap-around skirt and I stepped out of my pants and we did that while we were kissing and making our way to the floor. Foreplay was evidently not important because she immediately put a condom on me and guided me into her.
I hadn't been with someone other than my wife for more than 25 years, and I was a little nervous. She whispered to me, "Slow and hard", so that's what I did. She had her arms wrapped around me and she was squeezing me really tightly. I was resting a lot of my weight on my right arm, but she told me to let my weight rest on her, so I did. In no time at all she was moaning and then she squirted all over me, her, and her skirt, which was under us. She seemed so turned on, and I loved that she squirted, and I just lost it. We had probably been in the door about 3 minutes tops. Not my finest hour, endurance-wise, but she didn't mind at all. We did it again a little later (at 51, I need some recovery time), and I snuck back to my house about 4am.
It's an understatement to say Lisa was not interested in a relationship. Her first husband, the father of her college-age son, cheated on her when she was pregnant and left her shortly afterwards. She had a better time with her second husband, but they fell out of love if they were ever in it, cheated on each other, and at the time she had been single for about eight years. She said she would never marry again, and would never be in an exclusive relationship.
We had sex once or twice a month for two years, so I guess it was an FWB thing but we never called it that. I have no idea if the neighbors knew, but I have to assume they did. It's hard to miss when two people leave from the same house to go get coffee in the morning.
She has a very high libido, and masturbates every day, but says the only great orgasms she has come when a man is pressing his weight down on her, so she likes man on top the best. We'd use other positions, but we'd almost always finish with me on top.
She's so small I can hold her up easily, so I convinced her to try with her arms and legs wrapped around me and me pushing her against a wall. That also worked, but not quite as well for her. I could also get her there doing it from behind if I pushed her down into the bed. I liked that one because I got a great view of her beautiful ass, and while I'm not into anal, I do love a beautiful behind.
We haven't had sex in almost two years. She's now in an open relationship, and while I was OK with her having flings besides me, it didn't appeal to me that I'd be a guy on the side while another guy was the main event. We are still friends, and it wouldn't surprise me if we get together again some time in the future. I won't do it if either of us is in a committed relationship, but she would, so I'll have to be careful.
The body pressure thing was new to me. I'd never heard of it, and couldn't believe how big an effect it had. I once moved my upper body up and down while not thrusting at all, and she orgasmed as good as ever. She couldn't explain why she needed it, she'd just say, "I don't know, I just love getting pounded!"
There was one other unusual turn-on for her. I'll describe it in another post when I get a chance.
I'm curious, do other women share this pressure thing?
tl;dr: A story about Lisa Lasagna and how she likes to be almost crushed when having sex.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/42sxer/under_pressure_me_m_and_lisa_lasagna_f