Getting Back in the Dating Pool - Sex Stories

Getting Back in the Dating Pool

... will know when I’m interested, but will pretty much abide by your desires and needs.” It sort of felt like he was putting her in charge, but any opportunity would be better than no opportunity and he figured letting her pick would make her more comfortable with coming to him for some relief.

Not hearing any further objections, Madison quickly flipped off her t-shirt, lifting it over her head revealing a taut belly and just a hint of the ab muscles. The light green bra was fairly utilitarian, but that didn’t stop his erection from throbbing a bit more at the sight of it. She tossed the shirt onto the couch and walked over to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. He figured if she was going to back out of this, his shirt coming off would be the time. He wasn’t a body builder by any means, but he was at least toned and not overly flabby. His waist was definitely bigger than it should be, but part of it was due to the scar. It ran from his sternum down to his waist line, cut with a surgeon’s scalpel. It had been an exploratory cut to find out what was causing the pain and fever after the appendix operation came up empty, no organ in sight.

She tossed his shirt on top of her own, and ran her finger tips over the scar. Even after all this time it was still somewhat red and stretched, a smooth keloid that was about half an inch across. “Knife fight?”

“No fight to it, the knife was in the hands of a surgeon.”

“You’ll have to tell me all about it, but later.”

“I shall ...

... regale you with tales of the attempt to sacrifice me to the Whirly Bird of the Eastern Med.” She giggled and proceeded to unfasten his belt, she struggled with the unfamiliar buckle, but it only took her a moment to figure it out. His pants slid to the floor as she gave the tented briefs a pat before dropping her own blue jeans. She dipped her hand into her pocket as they fell to the ground, a slight gleam revealed that she had come fully prepared. There was no doubt he was getting a bit light headed, a combination of sexual desire and the situation, but he picked her up, she was a feather in his arms, and moved to the couch. Fortunately the curtains on the picture window were already closed.

Matt slid down on the couch with her still in her arms. Madison popped up and slid off her panties, a light green that matched the bra. He wondered if she always wore matching underwear or if she had been planning this. And realized, while it didn’t really matter, both were probably true statements.

Her skin was nicely tanned with a variety of lighter tan lines around her hips and breasts, pulling his attention into those areas, not that it was needed. She was clean shaven, not surprising considering the modeling she did. He flipped his hips up in the air as she reached for his briefs and slid them down. She didn’t waste a moment of time, ripping open the condom and after a quick glance to orient it, she rolled it over his penis. The unfamiliar hand coupled with the aroma of her ...