My first non-martial contact - Sex Stories

My first non-martial contact

... my daughter. Paul and I had a couple of more early dates. I’d call my mother and say I had to work longer and would go directly to school from work. On our fourth date I cut class because Paul wanted me to come over to his apartment. He wanted to fix me dinner. I didn’t know he had an apartment in town. I though he lived in Germantown with his wife. It turned out he and his wife were getting a divorce. He left work early to go fix dinner. When I got to his apartment, I found out it was in one of the most expensive buildings in town. It was on the 20th floor and had a beautiful view of the Mississippi River and the downtown lights.

I rang the bell and he answered the door wearing a really nice dinner robe. There was soft music playing and he had a glass of wine ready for us. He gave me the wine, pulled me very close and once again I could feel his hard cock. He kissed me long and deep and it took my breath away. He told me to sit that he had a surprise for me. He came back into the room carrying a long silk nightgown. He said, “This is for you. Would you put it on before dinner”? I didn’t know what to say I wasn’t used to this kind of romantic treatment. So, I said, “yes”. He told me to use his bedroom. I went in and took off all my clothes and put it on. It was floor length and medium sheer. I stood in front of his full-length mirror and looked at the half-grown women standing there. At that time my hair was blond. And the first thought that crossed my mind was that when ...

... he saw me, he’d know I wasn’t a natural blond. I really liked the way my tits looked in it. I fixed my hair, put on new lipstick, and went back into the living room.

I loved the approving look that was on his face when he saw me. I thought I’d never seen a handsomer man. It never even occurred to me that he was only a year younger than my Dad. He kissed me again and this time slipped his hand inside the gown and cupped my butt and pulled me close. We both started to breathe hard. I put my hand inside his robe and felt his cock. God, it felt so good. It was at least 3 inches longer than my husbands and much bigger around than any other one I’d had. He pushed me away and said, “we’d better eat”. I don’t remember anything about the dinner. All I could think about was what was going to happen after dinner. When we finished eating, he gave me another glass of wine. We went out on the balcony to look at the river. He gently turned me towards him and untied the gown and slipped it off of my shoulders. He took a step back and looked at me from top to bottom and whispered, my god you’re beautiful. He opened his robe so I could see him. He didn’t look like 45 at all. His cock was straight and hard and was at least nine inches. He pulled me to him again and kissed me and it felt like I was going to choke on his tongue. I was more aroused than I’d ever been in my life.

He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees. The only other time I had ever had a cock in my ...