TITLE    : Delicious Danielle Ch. 01
STORYID  : delicious-danielle-ch-01_2008
SUMMARY  : Two divorcees meet and great sensually.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2008-02-04
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |blowjob|oral|doggy style|divorced|


So after 21 years of marriage I found myself divorced mostly due to a complete sexual incompatibility between my wife and I. I wanted it every day -- or every other day at a minimum -- and she was quite happy with every other week. Our youngest child was grown and had gone off to college and it was time for us to go our separate ways. It was amicable. Neither of us was trying to hurt the other. We both felt a sense of loss. But we knew that if we stayed together problems were going to arise because I was focused on the lack of sex and she had no real interest in changing our sex life. We managed to stay friends.



Within a month or two of our divorce I met a woman named Danielle when I was at a conference in Seattle. We were asking questions at the same vendor's booth and our questions led us into a conversation about related topics. The conversation carried over into lunch together and when we parted to walk the floor that afternoon we made dinner plans so that we could continue the conversation further. I found myself thinking about dinner with some level of excitement as I watched Danielle walk away. Her ass swayed nicely and I felt a twitch in my pants thinking about having her for desert. I don't know why I thought it might be a possibility but I remained hopeful.



We were staying at different hotels but both were within easy walking distance of the restaurant we'd picked and we'd agreed that whoever got there first should get a table. As things worked out I arrived first and was waiting when Danielle walked in. She had changed her clothes since I'd seen her at lunch. She still had on a long skirt but her conservative dress blouse / vest combination had been changed to a soft snug-fitting sweater. I took immediate notice of how the sweater showed off her chest more and as she walked over to the table I stood to greet her, all the while staring at her jiggling boobs. They weren't huge... probably a B-cup, but since she was all of about five feet two inches tall and very curvaceous, those B-cups looked more than plenty.



The small voice in the back of my head told me that I'd better look at her eyes or I'd lose all hope of anything happening after dinner because she'd be offended. When I looked up she was smiling a big smile, obviously having caught me staring at her chest. I smiled a sheepish smile and said, "Good evening. I'm glad you were able to keep our dinner date."



She smiled back and as she sat down said, "I have been looking forward to it all afternoon." I saw her glancing at my crotch and realized that I wasn't the only person in this dinner date who was thinking that desert might be better than dinner. I tried not to focus on that too much as we talked about various business related topics, but eventually business talk wore out and we found ourselves talking about personal issues. She listened attentively as I told her about my marriage, kids, work history, etc. I listened as she told me about her marriage -- which she was freshly out of as well -- her kids, professional studies, etc. She freely told me that she'd left her husband after catching him more than once with young girls -- 18 or 19 years old. At the age of 53 she didn't feel like she should have to compete with that, and after more than 25 years of marriage she felt she deserved better from him. Further, since he rarely felt the need to serve her sexual needs, she felt it was doubly wrong for him to be out chasing "strange" without taking care of things at home. I was 51 and could relate to the lack of sexual gratification at home. That quickly became the central theme of our dinner conversation and when we had the option for ordering desert, we both declined. Our eyes met and she said, "Your place or mine?"



"Mine," I answered. I was thinking about the Jacuzzi tub that was in my king suite and wondering if she'd get wet enough so we could fuck in the hot water. I paid the bill, leaving a nice tip because I was so happy about how things were working out, and we walked back to my hotel holding hands. Neither of us was in a hurry when we got back to my room. We relaxed in the sitting area, comfortable on the sofa, enjoying an after-dinner drink and continuing our conversation. When our lips met for the first time it was perfectly normal; not contrived or forced. Our kiss was gentle at first but grew in passion until I found her straddling my lap, our hips dry humping together and our tongues wrestling for domination.



Backing away my soon-to-be new lover stood up and slowly stripped off her sweater and her skirt. She hadn't taken off her heals and I hadn't seen what was beneath the skirt, so I was quite pleasantly surprised when I saw a matching red bra and thong set being revealed while her sexy legs were encased in thigh-high sheer stockings with a slight red tint to them. She was a vision of mature sexuality. I couldn't help but think that she had put on those underthings hoping I'd see them. I was more than pleased and excited that she had worn something like that for me. It was a great compliment to my ego.



As she stepped back toward me I moved so that I was sitting on the edge of the sofa, and I could wrap my arms around her thighs, my hands filling with her ass cheeks. She was soft and supple as a woman should be... not bony or model thin. As I cupped and squeezed her delicious butt I let my tongue trace lines on her belly, across her belly button, up and down her sides, earning a giggle as I tickled her, and then up as far as I could reach. Her hands on my head guided my mouth to her chest where I engulfed each nipple through the sheerness of her bra, listening to her moan at the heated moisture she could feel. Her nipples instantly perked and a soft moan escaped from somewhere inside her.



Pulling me up, she took a step back so I could stand with her. Our mouths met again in passionate kisses as my hands again filled themselves with her ass and her hands began to undo my clothing. We moved as she undressed me so that we were beside the bed before my pants were around my ankles. They weren't coming off unless my shoes came off and I couldn't just kick them off. I took great delight in watching Danielle as she squatted to take my shoes off and then stayed there to pull my pants off. Casting them aside she reached up to grab my boxer-briefs, hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled them carefully down as well. She had to be careful because the erection I was sporting kinda got in the way. She managed to get my shorts down and off without taking her eyes off my manhood and I was deeply appreciative of the hungry look I saw twinkling in her eyes. With me now naked before her she pushed my hips back so that I landed on the bed, sitting at the edge with this sexy woman squatting face level with my hard on.



As much as I wanted to feel her mouth on my cock, I also wanted to feel, play, taste her some more. I pulled her up onto the bed with me and scooted back so we could lay together. Our lips met again and our hands explored until I began to kiss my way down her body, removing her bra and then her thong as I went. After I slid her thong off her legs she quite brazenly opened her thighs high and wide, spreading her pussy for me and showing me her pleasures. Her lips were shaved and pouty, slightly swollen and flushed red showing how ready she was to be fucked. Not yet though... Just above her slit was a small triangular patch of hair that seemed to point at her clit.



I teased her just a little, licking down the inside of each thigh, taking a deep whiff and smelling how sweet she was. She reached down to put her hands on my head again and I could feel her trying to push my mouth into her sex. I made her wait just a little more, kissing her thighs, tickling her with my tongue, kissing all around her pussy without going where she wanted me. When she began mewling in frustration I decided to give in, putting my mouth directly onto her hot pussy opening, kissing it like it was her mouth. My lips met hers and my tongue stretched forward, searching inside her, reveling in her sweet sex juices.



When my tongue slid into her pussy Danielle squealed loudly and her thighs seemed to spread even farther apart. Her hips seemed to move somehow pushing her pussy harder into my mouth and her hands locked my face into her. I didn't mind. I wasn't planning on going anywhere. Her womanhood was quite delicious; her clit was nicely erect; her juices were flowing freely. I could have stayed there for quite awhile.



When she came against my face I was delighted. I take great pleasure from delivering pleasure to my lover and Danielle was exceptionally responsive. As her orgasm washed over and through her I could feel her thighs tighten and then tremble; I felt her pussy muscles spasm, gushing more of her sweet juices out. When it passed she pulled me up onto her by my head... forcing my mouth to hers -- kissing me as if she couldn't live without tasting her pussy off my lips and tongue any longer. The kiss was hungry as she licked my lips, kissed me and then sucked my tongue. I was on top of her... between her legs... her pussy wet and swollen and just begging to be fucked, and I was more than ready to. I could have hammered nails with my cock.



As I started to position myself to enter her she pushed me away and over onto my back and I complied, assuming she was just going to climb onto my cock. I was wrong. She leaned down and repaid my oral sex favor, grasping my cock with her hand and sucking my length in all the way to the root without pause. My goodness but she was talented. Her mouth was hot and hungry as she licked and sucked my meat as if she knew she could make me cum and the only thing in the world she wanted was my hot load on her tongue and flowing down her throat.



Somehow I managed to hold off while loving the pleasure she provided. My moans made it clear to her how great of a job she was doing, but there came a point where I wanted her mouth no more... I wanted to feel her hot pussy engulf my cock -- or more precisely, I wanted to plunge my cock into her as far as I could push it. As if reading my mind she rolled off and laid back, grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled them apart. She opened her pussy before me, offering herself to me... the look on her face saying, "Please fuck me hard!"



I positioned myself between her legs, looked down to make sure my cock was lined up, looked up to meet her eyes, and then sank my length into her. She was so slick and relaxed that my cock went all the way into her balls deep on the first stroke. A deep groan came out of her and her hips twitched as my cockhead banged into her cervix. Her pussy was so warm and wet; relaxed and welcoming that I just ground down into her, making sure I was completely buried and stirring my length around into her.



I lost track of reality as I began to move within her. I felt her hands on my hips guiding my rhythm and her hips thrusting up against me, her pussy seeming to suck my length in with every stroke and milk it as I stroked back out. She came again as I ground into her and then we began to move around. I lost track of her orgasms as she rode me, first facing me and then facing my feet -- allowing me to watch her butt work as her pussy slid up and down my length. She finally ended up on her hands and knees with that sexy butt stuck up in the air. As I knelt behind her I looked down to see how wet she was and I was quite pleased to see her juices glistening all over her crotch, running down her thighs, and smeared all around her puckered winking back door.



With my right hand holding her hip I lined my cock up and slid it into her, slamming my hips forward and feeling her pushing hers back. With my left hand I played a little in her juices finally ending up with my thumb rubbing around and across her tight asshole. Just as she started to come again I slid my thumb into her and got a whole new reaction from her. With a steady push she forced her ass back at my cock, taking my thumb into her ass as my cock stayed buried in her pussy. The orgasm she had seemed different than the others as I finally lost control myself and shot my cum into her. My cock spit six or seven times releasing thick ropes of cum, splattering her vaginal canal with more sticky fluid.



When her orgasm passed she literally collapsed down onto the bed, her legs still spread and trembling. Her pussy began to flow out my cum as she continued a low-grade moaning with every exhale of breath. My cock began to wilt as I looked down at such a deliciously sexy sight and I idly wondered if we were done for the night.



As it worked out we weren't. After we recovered we took a warm shower together and then enjoyed soaking in the hot tub enjoying light conversation and a couple cool drinks. Danielle ended up spending the night and woke me up about two in the morning for another bout of energetic fucking. That time we fell asleep in our mixed juices and I woke up the next morning to the sounds of the shower. Danielle came out of the bathroom carrying a warm washcloth which she used to clean off my dick and balls. After I got up to pee and came back to bed Danielle started my day off with a fantastic blowjob. When I got close to cumming I said so and she reacted by pulling my cock farther into her hungry mouth. I launched my load all over her tongue and, after the first few spurts, she backed off to let the rest shoot onto her mouth, cheeks, chin, neck and chest. I was surprised at how much I had shot but she seemed to enjoy it, rubbing it around and licking it off her fingers.



We took a shower together and made lunch plans. By the time the conference was over three days later we'd had every meal together, spent every night together and fucked at least twice each day. Although we lived in different parts of the country we'd made plans to look for someplace we might be able to live together. Neither of us was deluding ourselves. We weren't in love. Truth be told, neither of us was looking for love. We were both adults who had lived full lives with the exception of sexual gratification in our marriages. If we could live as respected friends and work together to fulfill each other sexually, then what was wrong with that?



Little did I know that within a month of parting ways in Seattle we'd be living together in a relatively remote part of Wyoming. I'll have to tell you how Danielle showed me how much she liked the mountains. But that's a different story. 

