Mature woman has a relationship with a younger man

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Mature woman, younger man romance
Getting ready for the first date and then enjoying their first encounter

By Pierre Coda (with support from Kuusooko - translated as 'Fantasy Girl)

I had been nervous all day about the date that I had this evening with Ando. I have a feeling that he is going to be someone special in my life. I looked through my closet to find the right outfit, not provocative or daring, but feminine. I picked a simple black dress with a matching scarf and black high-heeled sandals. Maybe I shouldn't have been thinking this way since it was only our first date, but I decided to wear my favorite intimate apparel, just in case. While we had agreed that we would not undress or do anything hanky-panky, I did not trust myself. What if we felt the passion and I wanted him to see my choice of underwear? My black lace push up bra and matching panties.

As I tried to fasten the hooks of the bra, I almost felt that he was helping me somehow. Finally when I was done and looked at myself in the mirror, I almost felt him beside me admiring me in my underwear. I then told myself to not dream so much. I made sure that my hair and makeup was just right and then slowly put on my dress. It was a spaghetti strap dress, a bit low-cut but it fitted me well, like that of Ali Larter at the Golden Globe. It did a lot of justice to my body - it shows my cleavage without making me look cheap. It hugs my body and shows my contours but I still look elegant, which is so important at this point in my life.

That is my secret - I like to project an image of being elegant and sophisticated in public but be still able to give someone an idea that I am passionate and colorful and like to have fun. Not many people know that I like to play at all points of time and I give signals to that effect with the way I dress or I carry myself around the way I talk. I chose this silk dress because it makes me look younger and playful - after all if someone were to look right down me they would have a good view of my lace bra. But then someone has to be really close to be able to do that! So I can get away with it all! Naughty me!

I was not like that just a year ago. In fact I wrapped myself in a cocoon many years ago. A lifetime really! I never let anyone in too close. Only shared a part of myself. I have always been very quiet, independent, and private. I realized that God willing, I'm only halfway through my life, and I don't want to spend the rest of it this way. So I decided that I had to work very hard at pushing my boundaries. I have always had a hard time looking at myself. So, I bought a digital camera and started taking pictures of myself. I put them on the computer and spent hours editing them. Distorting, painting, and changing them. I got kind of lost in it, not conscious any longer that it was MY body. I began to get more comfortable with it. Exploring it, learning every inch of it, accepting it, and even learning to love it. I don't distort and heavily color or use a lot of special effects anymore. I actually don't undress in the closet anymore! I redesigned my bathroom and insisted on a bidet [now that I know what they are REALLY all about]. There are pictures of me now all over my bedroom and I was not sure if I would let him see it but I left the option open in my mind.

Now to set the right mood, I wanted to make some more preparations. I really liked this man and wanted him to see me as a soft and gentle woman. I chose to put on some soft instrumental music and light a few candles. The doorbell rang, my heart was racing...he's here. I was flattered that he asked me for a date to begin with. I didn't think that he was interested even though I tried flirting with him ever so subtly for what seemed like a lifetime. Though we hadn't known each other for more than a few weeks, I felt if I knew him. I opened the door and he was standing there in a nicely tailored suit holding a bouquet of flowers. I looked directly into his eyes and saw his soft, gentle face. I held the stare for just the right length of time, then smiled, and invited him in. He told me how lovely I looked as I put the flowers into my favorite crystal vase. As I turned back toward him, he gave me a hug. I felt so warm and secure in his embrace that I didn't want it to end. I offered him a cup of tea and showed him around my house as the tea was on the stove.

We began in the sunroom. I could tell that he enjoyed the same decor as I. I showed him each picture hanging on the wall. I tried to make small talk as I showed him around. I wondered if it would be too forward of me to show him my bedroom; I decided that I will. I brought him upstairs and showed him my son's room and the spare bedroom and finished with the master bedroom. When he looked at the life-size photos of mine, I could see how his eyes were glued to them. Perfect time for an excuse for me to leave him there and rush downstairs; the teakettle was calling me. After giving just a little bit more time to admire the photos, I called him down and he sat on the sofa as I prepared two cups of tea. (Related: How to seduce a younger man)

Picture of an elegantly dressed mature woman dressed in a black spaghetti dress with a black scarf

Picture of an elegantly dressed mature woman dressed in a black spaghetti dress with a black scarf

When I joined him in the family room with the tea, he invited me to sit next to him. He smelled so good; I made a mental note to find out what cologne he was wearing. It was so masculine. I tried to make small talk but I thought he sensed that I had other thoughts on my mind. Like he was reading my mind, he got up from the sofa and stood in front of me with his hands out for me to hold. I reached out to him and he pulled me from the sofa and hugged me with such passion that I melted into his arms. It felt so comfortable and familiar like we'd known each other all our lives. I wondered if he could feel my heart beating out of my chest. If I had any doubts that this evening would be special, I was certain at that very moment.

I would have loved to stay right there, in his arms, for the entire night. We agreed that we had the entire evening to get to know each other. We finished our tea each freely chatting about ourselves. He seemed like such an interesting man, so much adventure in his life. He had me so intrigued, from what I already knew of him; he has led a life that most people envy.

He told me of the place he had made reservations and asked if I am ready to go. I grabbed my wrap and he helped me put it on, gently touching my bare shoulders. My skin responded to his soft touch. He was standing so close that I was engulfed in his cologne; I could barely breathe.

It was a short drive to the restaurant and I enjoyed the classical music playing in the background. There was comfortable silence between us. I was enjoying his company so much that I realized I had nothing much to say. We arrived and he extended his hand to me and helped me out. The moment our hands touched there was undeniable electricity between us.

We had a great time talking to each other about a whole range of issues. He was so good at asking questions to me and listening to me as if I was the best storyteller on the planet. He would ask so many interesting questions to me and I was just answering his questions knowing that he was genuinely interested in me. It was after such a long time that someone was so interested in me. Whether it was a minor detail like how much salt I like in my soup or a big one like what I wanted to be when I was 65, he was all ears.

It must have taken a good one-hour for us to finish our dinner and I did not realize it. He then offered to go to a nightclub to listen to some jazz. He just wanted to chat, he said, but did not want to be in a noisy place. I liked the idea too and so we went to this little club called the Funky Corner. There were not too many people but still the music filled the room. We went to a table near the musicians and we could clearly listen the sound of the piano. However, the sound was low enough to talk as well. After a few glasses of wine and the fact that I was having such a great time, I was starting to open up with my feelings. When he extended his hand and rested it on the table, without his even expecting it, I put my hand onto his. He then gently flipped his hand and stroked my hand. As he took my fingers and stroked my palm, I could feel the sensations flowing from his body to mine. When the song ended, we all clapped and that is when he let my hand go.

He suggested that it was a good idea to leave before the next song began. He put his arms around

me and once again when his hands touched my bare arms, I could feel the warmth of his body. It was chilly outside and as we drove towards my home, I was afraid that he would simply drop me off and leave. I was now regretting all the restrictions that I had imposed upon him prior to the date. I wanted this to be just a date and I was afraid that I might not get a chance to see him again for a while.

As we pulled up into my driveway, I changed my mind. I decided that I would invite him inside. I just did not want him to leave. "Would you like a glass of port?" I asked, as I unlocked and he opened the door for me. "Oh no. It will be too much hassle for you. I know you must be tired answering all the questions from me. Plus I want to keep my promise to you not to go beyond the meal." "No, I actually would love to ask you some questions too; so if you would like, you might want to give me that opportunity as well".

We both walked inside the house. As I turned on the lights in the family room, I was surprised that the aromatherapy candles had created a sensual ambience. He collapsed on the loveseat and closed his eyes. Then he took a deep breath. "I feel great. I am so glad that I had a chance to spend some time with you. For a long time I had wanted to have a friend who was fun and playful - someone who did not take life too seriously, who was adventurous and was willing to go off track and do something different. I see that in you. Well thanks for bringing this joy to my life and I hope tonight is just the beginning".

The soft light, the aroma, the music, and such romantic words - I could have just died at that moment. When I looked at him, I was delighted to see how relaxed and comfortable he looked just sitting there. I looked into his eyes and for a few moments we just stared into each other's eyes. Then we both smiled and burst out laughing. "Come closer; let me look into your eyes", he beckoned to me.

I was shy to let him do that; I just sat away from him. I was reminded of a short poem that I had composed during my teenage years and had never forgotten. "Can I share with you a favorite poem of mine?" "Oh sure! Did you write it? I would love to hear it." I lied. "No, I just know it. I do not even recall who wrote it."

"Meaningless it might sound, because it is
Words do not have meaning anyway when eyes can do the talking
Weren't words created to convey what was not possible to convey with the eyes
I sat there staring into those eyes
And then we both smiled"

"Why don't we enact this scene and then see what happens?"
"Yes, you stand there quietly and just look at me."

I then adjusted my hair, put the scarf (Belisi scarves) elegantly around my neck, and stood right in front of him with my hands on my hips. He was seated on the sofa and from his position he could barely focus on my eyes. They were too high and as I tried to look, I saw him looking at my front. "You are not looking into my eyes. You are admiring something else. Nothing wrong with that but I want you to look into my eyes. Can I sit next to you so that your eyes will not go elsewhere?"

I found some room for myself on the loveseat but my curvy hips would not fit. "Here, sit on my lap and let us try it again." I looked into his eyes and he was as serious as anyone could be. With the look of an innocent 19 year old, he just looked deep into my eyes. The weight of my body on his thighs, the proximity of my ears to him that I could hear him breathe, and his intense look - did make my heart miss a few beats. Then he just smiled. I smiled too. We kept looking at each other for what seemed like a lifetime.

I do not recall what made me do this but I took my index finger and touched his face. I first touched his cheeks and passed my fingers over his ears. He continued to look as I moved my finger over his face - forehead, eyebrows, eyelids, nose, cheeks, and back to the ears. It looked like he was in a trance and so was I. His lips moved as if to say something but no sound came out. Everything was so quiet that I could hear the sound of my finger rubbing his soft skin. His lips moved again and the mouth opened - I could see his tongue licking his dry lips. I brought my finger to his mouth and he gently licked it. He now started to lick my finger feverishly as if it had some unique taste. All this while his eyes were glued to mine and I was so mesmerized that I did not even realize what I was doing. I just let him do it and closed my eyes as I felt the sensation traveling all the way from my fingertip to my head.

I felt a strong desire to taste his saliva - after all what was it that he was enjoying so much, I asked myself. I let him put as much saliva as he could and then I put it into my mouth as he watched. It tasted good - it was a light, almost salty flavor. "I also want to taste your saliva", he said.

I took my finger and brought it right next to my mouth. First I used my tongue to lick it and as it got wet enough I put it into his mouth and he behaved as if it were the tastiest candy that he had eaten in years.

He closed his eyes as he continued to do it. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were tightly closed. And then he took the finger between his teeth and gently bit it. "Bite me harder." He did not but held my finger between his teeth and continued to use his tongue to stimulate my nail. Before he could even realize, I took my other hand and used it to release his jaw and within a moment, my finger was released. I then used both my hands to cup his face and said, "I want our saliva to mix. I like cocktails". Sealing his mouth with mine, he pushed tons of saliva in my mouth and I just enjoyed the taste as the concoction flowed through the taste buds. I kept drinking it until his mouth was dry - it seemed. "Give me yours now." I tried to produce as much as I could, and only then I realized how much one could, and let my tongues act as a pump. He devoured on it like a thirsty cat...till we were both exhausted.

"Meaningless it might sound, because it is
Words do not have meaning anyway when eyes can do the talking
Weren't words created to convey what was not possible to convey with the eyes
I sat there staring into those eyes
And then we both smiled
We looked and looked
Till the juices started to flow
And then we just tasted each other's juices
It was a delight as we collapsed"

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