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Sally called me last Sunday morning and invited me to visit the apartment she had recently purchased. We have been divorced for about five years. We have remained generally on good terms during that time, despite our collapsing marriage. We never had children, but we talked about things like weddings or deaths in our respective extended families, anything new in our work lives, etc. A few times during those five years we became romantically involved again, and once we became engaged again. But the same problems that ruined the marriage always resurface.
I was surprised when Sally greeted me in a bathing suit that morning.
“There’s a community pool that comes with the place. I’ll go there later and try on different suits to think about which one I’ll wear.”
Sally is about 5’5. She has long, curly blonde hair, which is beginning to have some gray highlights, which makes her look distinguished and sensual at 46 years old. Her eyes are a pretty green and her skin tone is light, with a tendency to have freckles. He likes rich foods and doesn’t exercise as much as he should, but he finds the extra girth attractive, something nice to hold on to. Her large breasts currently appeared to be pants-inducing in her one-piece swimsuit with the swirling orange and yellow paisley designs.
“Well, I don’t think I’m exactly an impartial judge on this, but if you want my opinion, in that The suit will attract attention among your new neighbors.”
“That’s so sweet. You always know how to make me feel pretty.” Then she approached me to hug me.
I wasn’t exactly in a relationship at the time, but I was on the brink. I went on three nice dates with a woman I put on Bumble. We had been talking about our next meeting being a weekend trip to the mountains.
“But we can’t do that unless we’re ready to try monogamy,” he told me. “I’m not willing to travel with a man who dates other people.”
I told him I needed a little time to think about it. Dating through apps was a relatively new experience for me and I was still in the initial exploratory phase. But I liked her and I was 50% ready to do it, although 50% unsure.
Sally was in no hurry to let go of the hug we held near her house. He started rubbing my back and finally ran his hands under my shirt. Touch is my love language. Sally knows exactly how to use her hands to stimulate me. A sexually intuitive and caring woman, she had long ago found all of my erogenous zones and helped me discover some I didn’t know I had.
She said, “Are you ready to see the rest of my house now?” but she was still caressing my back.
I thought momentarily of the Bumble woman. If something happened between Sally and me this morning, did that mean I had to cancel the trip to the mountains? Probably. And that probably meant she would leave me behind. His profile made it clear that he was looking for something committed and long-term. I felt a momentary indecision. But Sally took me places no other woman had ever gone. We couldn’t get along the same way out of bed as we did in it, but there was a strong and persistent connection of attraction between us. At that moment, her breasts were pushing against my chest and her touch on my bare skin was provocative to me.
“Can we go to your room and cuddle a little on your bed before you show me around? This feels so good.”
Sally and I have long used keywords in our on-again, off-again relationship. If one of us wants to lie in bed and hug each other for comfort, we call that hugging. Cuddling means sexual activity.
“This suit is really getting to you, huh?”
She took my hand and led me to her bedroom.
I hadn’t thought to ask Sally if she was involved with anyone. But I knew the answer had to be no, because she is always faithful in a relationship. In her room I undressed but she kept her swimsuit on. He probably deduced that the garment had fetishistic effects on me and wanted it to be an element of our foreplay. She always knows ways to improve the sexual encounters between us.
Before being with Sally, I had never imagined that hugging had such an erotic charge. With her, just holding on to that delicious, thick body could drive me crazy with desire. That’s how it was then, while we hugged each other tightly on her bed, she in her colorful, tight swimsuit.
“I’m not squeezing you too hard, am I? I just can’t near enough.”
“I can handle it, honey. You know, last night I had a dream about us. There were huge, colorful balloons. I’ve never had a dream before that was so wildly erotic. That’s why I had to see you today. Inviting you to see my house was just a ruse. But I guess you don’t mind?”
Now he was using his hands to rub and scratch my scalp, my ears, my neck and up and down my back. Patiently, luxuriously. I didn’t want to stop giving her my bear hug, but I needed to grab her glorious breasts. I used both hands to squeeze them greedily.
“If I ever go out to that pool with you and you have this suit on, I’m afraid I’ll make a scene that will shock your new neighbors. There’s just no way I can keep my hands off you.”
“Hmm. I like making you want and having to wait for gratification. I would take you out into the water out of everyone’s sight and put my hand on your penis under the cuff of your swim trunks. I would play with you down there for a little bit and then let you go. You would be so hard that you would be embarrassed to get out of the pool and let everyone see your big bulge, ha ha.”
She was playing with my tummy now. Rubbing me down there, scratching me, stabbing me with her nails. Being touched in that area always provokes a wild desire in me.
“Dollar for me. I want to see you moving like a wild animal.”
She was using her assertive vocal tone, another big turn-on for me. She reached lower, scratched my pubic hair and tickled my balls. I couldn’t help but move and make thrusting motions with my lower half, trying to get her to grab my cock and stroke it. She knew what she wanted but she kept teasing me, touching me everywhere in that area, but not directly on my begging cock. I kept squeezing her huge tits and kissing and biting her lips, cheeks, neck and ears. My breathing was becoming desperate. Sally moaned.
“That’s it. You’re moving the way I want you to. Move like you would if your big hard cock was inside my wet pussy.”
She was speaking directly into my ear in her authoritative way. I thought about switching gears and doing the things for her that she liked, with my hands and my tongue. But she was in charge here and I knew we’d get to that later. I squirmed and squirmed, still trying to get her hand to touch my cock.
“Tell me what you want. Be explicit.”
“I want you to put some lube on your hand, then grab my cock and play with it like you do.”
“Well, that’s pretty obvious from the way you move. But go on. What?” others Want?”
“Then I would want to rip off that beautiful swimsuit and suck hard on your naked tits while I pound my hard cock into you again and again, deep inside.”
“You are doing very well. I like it when you are so expressive. Now tell me because “You want all that.”
“Because I ask you. Sometimes I can’t understand why we never break up. The moment I looked at you this morning, I knew I had to have you. You drive me crazy. That is Is he among us?
“Don’t question it right now. Just feel he.”
He reached into a drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. He wanted to reach the edge, and when he did, he needed to be inside her. But when she finally grabbed my cock with the gel on her fingers, I almost lost it in that moment.
“I’ll take off my suit if you tell me.” because You feel so strongly for me. of which think about it. Just feel it and tell me what you feel.”
She was caressing me the way she knew I liked. With her thumb stroking the head of my penis while her other fingers made circular movements at the base.
“YO love you. That’s what it is. I know we have trouble getting along…”
“Shh. Don’t think. Just feel. Tell me again.”
“I just love you. I need your affection.”
“That’s better. Now help me with my suit.”
Later that night, from Sally’s bed I deleted my dating app profiles, then texted the woman on Bumble and said, I’m sorry but I’m getting back with my ex, and wished her the best in finding the right man for her. Sally never made it to the pool that day. I still have the second engagement ring I bought her…
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