The Touch of a Man

The Touch of a Man


The touch, the feel, the smell of a man, I had forgotten how it felt. Then you said, “The touch, the smell, the feel of a woman….” I sat bolt upright in bed and turn to look at your face, “Were you reading my mind?” You just smiled and said that it had been so long for both of us; with the divorce, the finding of someone who did not have any diseases, everything, that we had been thinking so hard about what it was like and wanting the physical feeling for so long that we had both been thinking the very same things.

I had been feeling this smoldering fire that was tearing me up inside, so when a girl friend of mine had suggested we go for coffee at this upscale coffee shop, I had said yes. I wasn’t really looking, but if you don’t step out the front door, how are you going to meet someone? I had met you in the coffee shop when I was supposed to meet my girl friend. While I had been waiting you had pulled up the chair next to me and asked if I would care for a little bit of company until your friend arrived also. Since we were waiting for others to show up, I had said yes. Right after my cell phone had rung, yours had too and we both laughed when we hung the phones up, we had both been stood up! So we continued to talk and enjoy each others conversation. I didn’t have to go back to work this afternoon and so you called in and took the afternoon off.

This unplanned meeting was becoming something I had never expected. Just like people say, when you stop looking for something, you usually find it. We found that we both needed the company of an intelligent person, who could joke, use puns and hold a decent conversation. We just had never realized just how important that was until we had suddenly become free. Relationships are never easy, we both knew that, but you also could not put the entire weight of a marriage on one person’s shoulders, either. We lightly touched upon our marriages, nothing really wrong, just that we had not been getting what we needed from our separate spouses and felt that it was time to move on. We both knew that was a risky step since we had both been married for a long time by today’s standards.

Meeting people was hard for me; I had never been good at making friends, or they never seemed to last because they would let me down when I really needed them. So my faith in other people was compromised. For some reason I was relaxing with you and felt that I could just be myself and not worry about making every sentence, every word, perfect. The friendly banter continued until it was approaching 5 pm and you said, “Don’t you think it is time we started thinking about dinner?” I replied, “Maybe you are right about that.” So the conversation switched to styles of food. We finally settled on a seafood restaurant that we both enjoyed and called a cab.

We ordered drinks and the talk began again. We had covered so much ground so fast that we felt like old friends by now. More drinks with the excellent dinner and then we faced the next step, call it a day, or stay together for a while little longer. I said that it had been a long week and that I really needed to shed my work clothes and settle into jeans and a tee and just relax. You instantly agreed and we decided on renting some videos and going to my place so I would have the “home ground”, so to speak. I gave you my address after we’d gotten the videos, and we had stopped on the way to my place for you to change clothes while I waited in the taxi. I had excused myself when we arrived at my apartment and did the same thing. Brushed out my hair and shrugged the week’s tension off as well as I could.

I kept a bottle of Jack Daniels, the best sipping whiskey there is, some so-so wines and Coronas and limes. The beer had been something I had acquired a taste for in Aruba when my girlfriend and I had taken our vacation last year. You asked for the beer and I got us two. While doing so, I also took a small shot of the Jack to quell the butterflies in my stomach. We had picked two new releases and the first was a big disappointment. The second had been alright, but mostly we had just talked. Half way through we had decided to just turn on some music and forget about the movies, which had proved to be far less than great. The Coronas, the conversation and feeling like we had truly met before let to you softly kissing my lips. Just a small, light brush and then you opened your eyes to see my response. When you saw the small smile reach the corners of my lips you smiled and kissed me again.

We had already moved from the couch to the soft carpet on the floor because we had challenged the other to a game or two of Gin Rummy. You made me laugh as you shyly smiled and changed the rules every time it was your deal. I couldn’t help but laugh it was just too much fun. One game it would be hold the tenth card on your forehead with some tape and play the nine cards we held in our hands. The laughter became more consuming than the cards so we just stopped and you leaned over and kissed my lips. I kissed you back and we both felt the tiny start of a great French kiss. The French kiss is really an art form and you have to enjoy it and make your tongue really work. An absolute turn on when done just right. The carpet was soft, but not inviting enough and you held out your hand and asked which way the bedroom was and I walked you down the hallway. Too many beers diverted you to the bathroom and I waited, showed you the bedroom and proceeded back to the bathroom myself.

When I had returned the comforter and blanket were turned down and you were just sitting on the bed looking lost. I sat down beside you and gave you a deep, lasting kiss, which was returned with equal intensity. With the kiss the hands started to roam and soon the clothes were scattered on the floor. You laid me down ever so gently and started kissing my left breast. One had always brought stronger sensations than the other and I lightly put my hands in your hair. The tingling sensation traveled all the way to my shaved pussy and I could not keep the deep moan of pleasure back. When you changed breasts I reached for you and caressed your dick and your balls ever so lightly. You made it plane you wanted more and soon we changed positions and I gently ran my tongue around the underside of your dick and made you moan when I reached the inverted “V” and went to work on you in earnest. After you caught your breath you dived and really started in on me. Sucking my clit, licking fast and deep with your tongue I came hard and you said mmmm and proceeded just slightly slower until I came again. All the while I had been taking as much of your full length in my mouth with my tongue never letting up for a minute. It all felt so good! So much pleasure I had not felt in a very long time. You were good, a STUD: "Stunning, tasty, and utterly delicious!!!!" When I told you this while you had been sucking my breast you’d laughed, but now you just intensified the sensations and I could not help but buck against you for more. You were also enjoying yourself, and said we’d better turn around before you came. You pulled me up on top of you first, letting me ride you as you sunk deep into my pussy. After a while of wild thrashing you rolled me over onto my back and gave me the fucking of my life! Your mouth on my breasts for just a little while then finding my mouth and we really laid it on then. Deep, intense kisses and deep, intense trusts taking your dick out and then ramming in again. I wanted all of you, everywhere at once and I could tell you wanted the same thing. The climax was intense and lasted at least five minutes with the small waves lasting longer than that.
We held each other tight until our regular breathing returned, then rolled off each other to lie on our sides and look into each others faces. At the same time we smiled and said, “I wonder if we can do the same each time?” At that we both cracked up and fell into each others arms. We held each other until we decided it was definitely shower time and we made our way to the bathroom. After getting the spray just right, we entered though the glass doors and we were in each others arms and kissing before a breath could be taken. After we broke this embrace we started with the bath gel and the bath scrunches and lathered each other up, paying close attention to the parts we adored on each others wet bodies. Then another kiss while we were both soapy and you started to get an erection again and we decided to return to the bed.
This time was slower, both of us paying more attenyion to the other. I could feel your dick reach the depths of me and for once, this felt good and I was taken away with the hardest climax I have ever had! This caught you pff guard and you climaxed also, deeply and I could feel it in my belly it was so hard.
I told you after we regained our breath to meet me in the living room and that you could get us two more Coronas and we would unwind. When I finished up in the bathroom, you had indeed set up the beers and waiting on my return. You had even found the limes and we proceeded to refresh are dry throats. I looked at you and asked, “You are planning on staying the night, there are more beers and….” You answered, “Of course, if you want me,” while a sly grin touched your face. I laughed and you joined in. We knew this was going to be the start of something really, really wonderful and the question had only been asked as a joke.
We finished the beers, took our turns in the bathroom and proceeded back to bed. One more glorious joint climax with you inside of me told all and we were finally exhausted and feel asleep to face the next day and more love.

We were married six months later and both of us agree we were meant to be together forever, we had found our "Happily Ever Afters."