I know that guys here this every time they are with a woman..."you're the best that I've ever had." Of course they are going to say that and not mean it. What else would a man expect to hear? "I hate how you kiss, try not forcing your tongue down my throat. I didn't appreciate my ass being hit THAT hard and...your penis isn't that large?" Anyway - I understand that guys hear the "you're the best" statement a lot, those guys include me. Problem with this is...I believe it in a lot of cases.
I have quite a few ex's that I stay in touch with and they all say the same thing about our sexual past: They always come back to me in their minds when it comes to love making. They have been with guys that have bigger cocks than I do, guys with better bodies, etc. But there is something about the way I make love that always has them thinking "one more time" before calling it a day. I have been told that I am a very good kisser and it starts there. I am also very talented with oral sex. I think that the most important thing is my passion. When I am having sex with someone - that someone is the center of my universe. My only thought it pleasing them. I am completely and totally unselfish in bed and it's not an act.
So that brings me to Grace. She and I dated a long time ago and stayed in touch after we split up. We would get together when we could and those get together sessions always ended with us fucking. A couple years ago Grace got married and had three children. We emailed from time to time. Mostly talking about our lives, I never "cross the line" in my talks with taken people. Every now and again I would get the "I miss us" type emails. Grace moved a signifigant portion of the country away, so getting together wasn't an option.
Until last week.
One of her childhood friends was getting married and she was coming home for a long weekend. She was traveling alone, her friend was having a smaller wedding to cut costs and her bringing the entire family would cost too much. The rehersal stuff was on Friday, the wedding on Saturday, catch up time Sunday and she was flying home on Monday. Would I like to come see her on Sunday? Maybe have dinner? Of course I would, she's one of my favorite people.
So I hop in my little car and drive the two hours to the hotel where we was staying. Knock on the door and she greets me. She's a lot different now than she was, her long flowing hair is now very short. Her glowing green eyes are slightly hidden behind the very vogue glasses. Her ripped jeans and t shirt look from our college days replaced with heels, a skirt and a very low cut and sexy shirt. We smile at each other and hug tightly. She invites me into her room while she gathers some things together and...of we go.
Grace is a little hung over from the night before, the wedding went deep into the night. Her idea is to grab a cup of coffee and take a walk around the river to start our day. Sounds good to me! We talk about times past, her kids, my inability to make any relationship last, her husband. She compares me to a character on a television show that I've never seen ("What About Brian." Any of you watch it?). The afternoon is very pleasant. It's quite warm for this time of year and we stay out and walk until the sun sets.
We stroll back towards the hotel. There is a TGI Fridays next door and we decide to hop in and have some dinner. Grace reminds me that her favorte hockey team is playing at 7 and Fridays might have the game on. A girl that loves beer and hockey, how did I let her get away?
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Dinner was a very pleasant experience. I am not a health food nut by any extreme, but I am very careful about what I eat and I work out a lot. It felt good to have some good old fashioned bad for you food and drinks. I was drinking water and Grace asked "don't you want a drink?" I had two hours to drive that night to get home, drinking isn't such a hot idea. She smiled and said "if two friends can't be trusted to sleep in the same bed, we're doing something wrong. Have a drink!"
I WAS hankering for something other than diet Pepsi and Fridays has ultra large and dangerous drinks, so I took her up on her offer. Extra large Lon Island Tea in hand, hockey on the tube, the night was looking great!
After spending too much money at the bar, but not being anywhere close to calling it a night, Grace and I decide to grab some Captain Morgan's, ginger ale, ice and head back to her room. We get there and she changes into her pj's, I make some drinks and the tv comes on and we start talking.
As the drinks start to really take hold my eyes start wandering. Her pjs are very cute. Little red shorts and a cute little tank top. Her long legs partially hidden by being under the blankets, her dark nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her tank top. The night starts to get late and we decide to shut the tv off, exchange our alcohol for bottled water and go to bed. I strip down to boxers only and climb into bed next to her, on my side and facing her. We continue to talk.
Grace makes a comment about how close we are, how much she misses me. It's a touchy-feely moment and we hug. The embrace lasts a little too long and, next thing I know, our lips touch. Lightly at first, passion slowly building. Soon we are making out like two little school kids up past our bedtimes. Unsure how to proceed past the kissing (my drunked haze hasn't made me completely forget that I am in bed with a married woman), my question is answered as I feel her hand fumbling around in my lap. Before I can say "are you sure" she's found the opening of my boxer shorts and is wrapping her hands around my rock hard cock and stroking it.
I roll on top of her as she tugs my boxers past my hips. I assist happily and take them the rest of the way off, and then slide her little shorts off. "I really want my shirt to stay on" she breathes. I kiss her deeply, my cock brushing against her pussy. Smiling in the dark I gently lift her tank top up to her neck. "This beautiful body should never be covered" I whisper and she offers no resistance as I slide it off her. She was worried about how I would view her body now, three kids / three c-sections later.
Her body is just as amazing as the last time I had the pleasure of experiencing it. Her stomach is not as flat as it once was, but who doesn't show signs of age? Her c-section scar is very sexy. Her full breasts, 38C if I remember correctly, show no signs of the breastfeeding. I kiss my way to her stomach and to her pussy. Grace is a natural woman and doesn't do a lot of pubic hair trimming, it's been a long time since I have been with someone that has a "full bush." It is very sexy, actually, as the craze for years seems to be completely shaving. She seems a little uncomfortable at first with my mouth down there. "I don't have a lot of visitors down there" she says. "Ben hasn't gone down on me since Beth was born. Not much incentive to stay trimemed." That is astonding to me, Beth is her oldest kid. I gently shut her up by flicking my tongue over the hood of her clit.
It didn't take long for Grace to reach her climax, grabbing the back of my head and moaning "right there...right there...God...Do...NOT....STOP!" Grace had a very powerful orgasm in my mouth and then started pulling on me, pulling me close to her. "God, I need your cock inside me so badly..."
...to be continued...