It is something new for me, this feeling; is it the stirrings of love?

My gal Sal, one weekend of pure pleasure, I’ve never experienced anything like her, this is how it started.

“Hi, you seem to have had a bad day, lose a case? I asked.” (In her tight Navy blue suit, white blouse and sensible black pumps she looked like an attorney).

“Worse or maybe better than that, I’ve lost a husband.”

I feel like I’m stealing from an old Kenny Rogers song, “In a bar in Toledo,” well. I wasn’t in Toledo, I was in Orlando, Florida but Sal was there, she was alone and she needed comforting; she’d just had it out with her husband, she was teary and lonely.

She is five years my senior and yet almost virginal in her sexual ignorance, I was to learn. Yes, of course she’s now a soon to be divorcee but her ex to be knew one position; missionary and knew only one time frame for his escapades; about two minutes. The poor girl had never; may I capitalize that, NEVER, experienced the exquisite pleasure / pain of an explosive orgasm. They had no children. Medical tests indicated that his sperm production was negligible; for which she was now most grateful.

I let her tell her story. They’d met in college, she was a freshman and a virgin he was a junior with one sexual experience, a fumbling effort with a high school sweetheart. The first time he and Sal were together, in the backseat of his car he blasted all over her belly before he could even get it in…just as well, he didn’t have a condom and she wasn’t on the pill. Next time at least he brought a raincoat but, like she’d mentioned earlier, it really didn’t matter; he was firing blanks.

To shorten a long story, they married as soon as he graduated. She continued her schooling after the marriage and took her degree in library science two years later. She’s a librarian with the city library system and he’s in a management with an information technology company. He’d begun seeing one of his co-workers and wanted a divorce. Sal was more than happy to give it to him, she realized they were just marking time, the marriage was over.

I bought her a couple more drinks and let her talk; she had my interest. Sal’s cute, petite, only five feet tall and about a hundred and ten pounds. Blonde hair worn short, cut in a bob with a cute little pug nose and sparkling blue eyes; she’s small breasted, a 34 B but she makes up for it with the sweetest bubble butt
you’ve ever seen. Being an ass man myself, I was enthralled.

I asked her to dinner. We walked to an Italian restaurant that was only a block away. Over pasta and wine we got to know one another better. We were sitting side by side in a booth; I put my hand over hers, squeezed, smiled at her and gave her a little kiss. She returned the kiss then pressed her thigh against mine, reached down and stroked my leg. I returned the intimacy. Her skirt had ridden up and my fingers were stroking nylon; she opened her legs slightly. I continued upward until I found flesh; she was wearing thigh highs. I continued my exploration finding her hot and moist, a veritable rain forest, even through her panties. She accepted my invitation to my apartment for a nightcap; but needed to visit the ladies before we left. I stared at her from behind as she walked to the facilities, nearly salivating as I admired her perfect posterior.

When we reached my apartment I took her jacket off and hung it on my rack as I admired hers. Like I mentioned, she was small breasted but they were so very very pert, standing out proudly; even displaying protruding nipples through her brassiere and blouse. She came to me and kissed me passionately, crushing her breasts against me. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom, unbuttoning my shirt as we went.

Once in my room I unbuttoned her blouse, took it from her shoulders and tossed it onto my overstuffed chair. Her bra was white trimmed in lace, I unfastened it as we kissed then lifted it off. Her small breasts were magnificent, nearly alabaster white capped with dusty rose nipples. I kissed them and sucked each nipple as I maneuvered the zipper down on her skirt. As it fell to the floor I stepped back for a moment to admire Sal. Topless, she was attired in only her white lacy panties and navy blue thigh high stockings, a vision of sexual beauty. I slipped out of my slacks, knelt before her and guided her panties down and off. I liked the thigh highs and decided to leave them on.

As I led her to the bed she began to tremble.

“Sam, I’ve never done this before; Harold (her ex husband) is the only man I’ve ever been with.”

Without a word I curled onto the bed bringing her down on top of me, feeling her firm breasts pressed against my chest as we kissed.

Then, then she said the words that could totally wreck this evening.

“Sam do you have a condom?” She asked. “I’m not on any birth control; I didn’t need it with Harold.”

Damn, damn, fuck shit hell and damn I thought. Most of my lady friends were on the pill or had IUD’s, I usually kept some rubbers on hand but I’d used the last one a week or so ago and hadn’t re-stocked; I was fucked or, more realistically, I was not fucked nor was I going to be. I thought fast, I didn’t want to miss this opportunity. Sal really had me stoked. If we didn’t get it on tonight I might lose the opportunity entirely. Honesty, the best policy I thought.

“No, Sally, I don’t; so just let me make you feel good, I’ll pick up some tomorrow.”

“Sam, I’m scared, I don’t want to get pregnant,” she pled.

“Sal, I promise anything we’ll do tonight won’t leave you with child; trust me lady.”

I pulled her to me; she was still quivering in a mixture of fear and anticipation as I kissed her while caressing her breasts. As she started to respond, kissing me back and sharing her tongue while beginning to gyrate her hips against my thigh, letting me feel her wetness. I rolled with her, placing her below me then kissed over her ear and down her throat.

Nipples already swollen, I sucked in one as I massaged her other breast, I nibbled on her letting her experience just a bit of pain; how would she react? She thrust her chest forward and I bit her harder. I slid a hand between her legs; she was liquid.

“You like it a little rough?” I asked.

She whispered in my ear as she bend forward, “I don’t know what I like Sam, teach me.”

Oh my God, that was an offer I couldn’t refuse and I knew what I wanted but that was for a little later.
Slowly I kissed down over her slight body; pausing at her cute little innie bellybutton to ream it and then down to her mons veneris. On her mound her hair was fine, blonde and sparse; I tongued down until I found her slit. I opened her with the tip of my tongue and licked between her lips.

“Sam, what are you doing? That’s so dirty; stop that, stop that!” Sally moaned.

I’d forgotten, she was one man removed from virginity; she had no experience and certainly hadn’t experienced oral sex before. I didn’t want to hear her bitch, I wanted to hear her moan, I really wanted to explore all of her tasty wares but her complaints required other action; I took her clit between my lips, sucked it in as though it was a nipple and sucked while I teased her pearl with the tip of my tongue.

When her hips started to buck and her words went to a squeal of, “Sam, Sam, Sam,” I knew I had her attention.

Slowly I eased down, opening her lips as I licked along her velvet slit. Her taste was exquisite; light, almost virginal. I slipped a finger into her vagina, she was unbelievably tight; God Dammed I wanted to visit her inviting grotto, but that was for another time; I had the same concern that she did; I wasn’t ready for fatherhood. I let my hungry mouth wander downward until my tongue could touch and tease her tight little rosebud. When she felt my attention she wriggled.

“Sam, what are you doing?” She breathed with both fear and excitement in her voice.”

Not wanting to reply directly I responded, “Why, am I hurting you?”

“No, I don’t know what you’re doing but stop doing it, it’s not nice.”

Those were her words but she was grinding her tight little bottom against my face; she liked, no question but we’d wait; I slid back up her slit.

I ran my tongue along her sweet slit and sucked on each of her labium, tugging and nipping until she let me know that I was causing a little pain.