Reality Doesn’t Match the Hype
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Hooking up with Cheryl, my old married high school buddy, about a year previously got me thinking about some other girls from back home that I’d had some interest in back in the day. One was Jess, who was half of a twin, though not identical. Her name had come up at our little reunion, and word was that she was divorced. No one knew her status though. Although I’m not big on Facebook, I did have an account at the time, and she and I were “friends” so I scoped her out a bit.
Her profile said “single” and there were no recent pics with any guys, so I assumed she was single. She and her sister were the talk of the town back in high school- tall leggy blonds, pretty with great bodies. Everyone wanted to get with them, but they always wanted older guys, so those of us a year or two younger had no shot.
Fast forward 30 years. Jess still looked good – a bit thicker as we all were, but still very pretty and a nice body. I sent her a private message on Facebook, just some general chit chat, how are you etc. I asked if we could meet for a drink, which we did about a week later.
It went well, talk of old times etc. Jess was a bit old fashioned, so there was no immediate jumping into bed. In fact, we went out several times before we even kissed, and I spent an evening with her family – kids and sister – to Maltepe Escort celebrate a family birthday, and another time we all went out to dinner. She was bringing me into her family before we’d even slept together.
After about six weeks, she was at my house one night and I was trying to figure out how to take this to the next level. So far all we had done is kiss.
So we were kissing a bit and my hands were roaming, and I said, “You know, I’m not seeing anyone else, are you?”
She laughed and replied “No, I could never juggle two men. Thanks for saying that.” Then she grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs to my bedroom.
We slowly undressed each other. I had recently turned 50, so she was 51, and looked pretty good. The body that I and so many of my friends had jerked off to when we were horny teenagers was finally in full view. She wasn’t a hard bodied 19 year old like the last time I saw her all those years ago, but her tits were nice and full, and her legs were still long and shiny with oil or moisturizer of some kind. She wasn’t skinny, thin, chubby, or fat. Just a six foot tall, healthy blond body that was perfectly made for hard sex. I was hopeful that her relatively quiet demeanor would switch into an animal in the bedroom.
I started making my way down her Anadolu Yakası Escort body, playing with those big tits on the way, flicking her nipples with my tongue, past her belly button, and finally to her shaved pussy. She smelled good, and tasted fine. So, I did my thing. She was wet and clearly aroused, but something was off. She was still so quiet. Not quiet like when you are having sex with kids in the house and you need to keep it down, but she was quiet all over. No squirming or gyrating her hips or grabbing my head. Just lying there.
I thought – maybe she doesn’t like oral and is just allowing it to please me. After a few minutes I pulled up, hoping she would maybe say “my turn” or roll me over or something, but she just laid there. So I got between her legs and thrusted my dick into her. Again, very little reaction. I fucked her in standard missionary position, and she had her legs open and welcoming, but not spread wide and definitely not really into it. I sat back and grabbed onto her tits a bit, put her feet flat against my chest and got a little deeper and harder, but still nothing.
Finally she reached down and made a V with her fingers and put them on either side of my cock, which felt great and was new for me, and I came within another minute or so, shooting İstanbul Escort my cum up inside her without any reaction. It was pretty bland and boring.
We held each other for a minute, and she stroked my head. I wasn’t sure what had just happened. Sex was clearly her idea, she had a body perfectly made for some rockin’ good sex, but it’s almost like she was laying there saying prayers while it was happening. We got dressed, and she said goodbye with a light kiss. I thought I’d never hear from her again.
She texted later what a lovely evening she had, and hoped we could get together again soon. So a few days later, she was back. Things repeated themselves in the bedroom, with me giving her oral without much reaction. When I finished eating her pussy, I laid on my back and pulled her over onto me, hoping she’d take the hint and trail some kisses down my body on her way to sucking my cock.
Nope. She reached down and lined my cock up with her pussy and sank down on it. She rocked a bit, then I grabbed her hands so I could push her straight up and see her body. She rode me for a bit, again I couldn’t tell if we were fucking or washing dishes. Her face was expressionless. Finally I rolled her over, mounted her, grabbed her hand to do the V thing, blew my load and said goodbye.
Life is too short for shitty sex. I called Janey the next day and got a parking garage blowjob and forgot all about Jess.
Apologies for the fairly boring story. I promised myself I’d tell the readers the truth, so I’m not leaving the boring stuff out. Fortunately this is as boring as it gets.
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