Happy Birthday Connie

This story is called a Romance for a reason. If all you want to see is the same old, same old, look elsewhere.

This story has been in the works for weeks, trying to get the rights words to create a very erotic atmosphere and avoid using the much over used porn vocabulary and mental images. Yes, yes, I know, what is porn without all the moans and groans.

What I was attempting to do was build a strong foundation base about a person who has centered their life around self-gratification and has found the results of that unsatisfactory.

Then love comes along and the result is way better than the first. If I am successful, you may find the start of the story, as slow and uninteresting, but as you continue it grows on you

Until in the end, you cock is stiff or your panties are wet.

Good luck to all of us!!

Happy Birthday Connie

Connie woke up slowly. She was depressed, because it was her birthday, her fiftieth birthday, in fact. What had happened? She was alone in her bed, with no one to share her hopes, her fears, her successes, and her failures.

She had started out with supreme confidence, that her life would be an example, of a woman of success. But she did not feel successful right now. She was lonely.

In the Beginning

Connie was born into a rather average middle-class couple, who were normal people. They eventually had a couple of kids and went about their lives. Except, a few events occurred, that affected everything, from that point on.

Connie was a beautiful baby, a beautiful little girl, and beautiful woman. She also had a brilliant mind, with an IQ of 130. She was also a little outside, of the average child in temperament.

Connie learned very early in life, that her mind and her body could be helpful, in getting what SHE wanted, and not be troubled with how it impacted others.

Connie was considered a very attractive woman, being 5 4 and 120 pounds, with auburn hair, brilliant blue eyes, 34 C cup breasts, very nice legs, and great ass. To put it in a crude manner, any normal male would love to jump her buns.

Anyway, with her physical assets, and mental abilities, she was admitted to Harvard Law and graduated with honors.

Connie used her mental and physical assets, from the beginning.

While attending Harvard, she met her first husband Frank. Frank also had a brilliant mind, and they both went to work at the same law firm. The marriage lasted only two years.

Between Harvard and her last husband (#2), she bedded uncounted numbers of men, including lawyers, bankers, doctors, firemen, police officers, and just average men, to advance her goals.

Connie was worth over $1,000,000, by the time her second husband divorced her, because everyone under the sun was getting the benefits, and he was getting the shaft.

Now Connie was 50, and still looking good, but she was alone.

Connie had used everything at her disposal, including every sexual trick in the book, and was now alone. What had gone wrong?

Connie knew that she was well versed in the sexual arts and had used them all. And yet here she was, 50 years old, by herself and miserable.

Connie did not know who to talk too, because she did not have any female friends. Other women kept their husbands, sons, and daughters away from her, because of the rumors!

There were a few people, that she had not screwed, one way or the other. One was Ted.

Ted was a rather nice man she knew, who seemed harmless, and he was about the same age. He had been happily married, until his wife was killed by a drunk driver, 8 years ago.

Connie did not understand why Ted and his wife had such a close relationship, because he seemed rather boring.

Connie had not seen him in a long time. Ted has always been nice to her, and considerate, even though most people kept their distance. Maybe Ted would listen to her, without being judgmental. One could always hope.

Connie was able to locate Ted without much trouble. She called his home and was happy to hear a friendly voice, even when he knew who was calling. After a few brief words, she managed to ask Ted if she could meet him for coffee, at the local coffee shop. He was pleasant, and very careful in what he had to say, considering what her reputation was.

When they met later that day, Connie saw that Ted hadn't really changed much, over the last few years. After a little small talk, she managed to get to the real reason why she called.

She needed someone to trust, to hear her problems, without any accusations or judgements, letting her spill her guts without interruptions. She felt everything coming out when she could see his caring consideration.

After a little while, Ted suggested that they find someplace quiet, where their conversation could be less public. They finally decided that the local library, in one of the small study rooms, was quiet enough and public enough, that people would not jump to the wrong conclusions.

They sat at a small table, facing each other, where they could see the important feelings, that only the face can express. It was a very embarrassing moment, and they decided to stop after a while, to gather their thoughts. It was decided to meet again tomorrow, at the same place.

The next day, they met again, so Connie could continue her confessions, slowly. After all, to just rip off the band aid in a split second, is too much.

They continued to meet every few days, to as gently as possible, talk about a lifetime.

After a few more days of talking, they began to sit on the same side of the table. It was not a conscious effort to get closer, but an unconscious effort to communicate, on a more personal level.

During one of those sessions, as they parted, Ted gave her a hug of encouragement, and briefly touched Connie on the back of her neck. It was not sexual on his part, but it was something else to Connie.

It was comforting and reassuring, and not something that she appreciated until later, when she thought about it. She had never felt that way before, because she was used to lots of grabbing and rough touches by men.

The next time they met, they sat on opposite sides again but moved closer to the table. Connie sat with her hands and arms resting on the table. At some point, Ted reached out to cover her hand with his. Connie immediately felt closeness, that was unexpected.

Ted on the other hand, realized something was changing. Ted had been without his wife for almost 10 years and was not expecting anything. Ted and his wife of 30 years had always been connected, in every way. They were soulmates. This touching now, was almost adultery to him.

Connie and Ted are meeting more frequently now. They were talking about other things and growing more familiar with each other. The meetings were now, not meetings, but something else.

One day during their time together, Ted said, "Connie, can I ask you something?" "Of course," she said.

"Would you feel comfortable going out with me, Friday night?"

Connie surprised herself by saying, without thinking about it. "Yes."

That Friday, Ted took Connie to a very nice, but low-key place, called the Secret Garden. It was a favorite place for couples, who wanted to remain private.

Each table was partitioned off, so that they could talk quietly. The wait staff were experienced in working low profile, allowing the couples to talk intimately.

When Ted went to pickup Connie, he noted that she was dressed as a mature woman, with a dress that showed off her figure, with an interesting amount of cleavage, but not excessive. Her dress had a tantalizing split up the left leg, but not too high.

Her perfume was light, just barely noticeable. It was rather unusual, and she got it just for that night.

Ted was dressed in a light sport coat, not a formal suit, that indicated a mature adult male, that was confident and refined. They made a stunning couple.

After they ordered their meal, Ted, who was sitting next to her, first held her hand, and then placed his arm around her shoulders. Connie was not used to this treatment.

The touching of her hand, and then her neck, again caused, her to feel comfortable, safe and protected. She never felt the need to be protected before. Ted felt protective of her, like he did with his first wife. He also felt the stirring of something else that he hadn't in a while.

After dinner, which they couldn't remember, they sat together, enjoying the closeness, with the light touches of their arms, hands and legs. There was no groping or grabbing.

Finally, they left, and Ted took her home. He walked her to her door and embraced her gently, with his had on her back (not her ass) His other hand was pressing on her neck, when he leaned in and gave her a light kiss on her neck and ear, and then a firm and meaningful kiss. No tongue.

Ted said, "I haven't felt like this in a long time, and I want to see you again, is that OK?" "Oh yes," Connie said.

Connie went into her house and into her bedroom. She started to take off her clothes, and after getting naked, she began to touch herself. She was so excited, and she couldn't remember when she had been so aroused in this way.

He hadn't touched her breast, or her pussy, yet she was very excited. It made her want to forget all those sexual escapades, of the past, and consider something else in the future.

Ted was having problems too. He and his first wife had a great sex life, even though people had considered him rather bland. That just illustrates the old saying "you can't judge a book by its cover." Now Ted was strongly attracted to Connie, but he needed to get her healed from her past. Ted was patient.

When Ted got home, he called Connie.

When she answered he gently asked "are you ok?"

: Oh, Ted", she said, "I need time to think."

Connie spent the next several days crying" and smiling" and going up and down the emotional scale. The ball was in her court, she had to decide what the future would bring.

On the third evening Connie called Ted and said, "Ted, I need you so much. Please come to me!"

To Ted, that did not mean come over and screw me. It was a plea to help her get over the past.

Ted went to Connie to help bring some peace to her life.

When Ted got there" Connie was crying in her room. Ted went to her and held her, helped her calm down and then rocked her to sleep.

When Connie woke up the next morning with her clothes on and Ted sleeping next to her, fully clothed, she cried again in happiness.

Connies recovery

Ted knew that everything was not alright, and that he was going to have to be tender, and loving, to get Connie healed.

The first thing was to avoid any sex.

That would, just bring back all the things she wanted to forget.

Ted started by making sure she was comfortable, by fixing her breakfast, picking out her clothes for the day, and not putting any pressure on her to do anything.

After breakfast they sat on the couch to watch TV. While they did that, Ted gently caressed her back and shoulders, stroked her arms and hands, and told her how much she meant to him.

Later in the day they went for a walk in the park and stopped at the pizza place for a pizza. During the rest of the day, they just sat around, and looking and softly touching each other.

Then Ted kissed her softly and went home to give her space and for him to masturbate. Otherwise, he might lose control.

For the next several weeks, Ted was very attentive to Connies' moods, and tried to anticipate what might guide them, in the right direction. Ted knew for sure, that he wanted to be there for Connie, the rest of his life, if she would let him.

Connie was puzzled, because Ted had confined his touching to wonderful kisses to her ears and neck, and arms and hands. By smelling her hair, and breathing on her (Where did that come from?) and speaking about the features of her that he liked. No dirty words there. Maybe Ted would use those other words later, in their passion.

Connie wondered why he didn't touch her breasts, because hers were very nice, according to others. Ted wanted to molest her breasts, but you know what they say,"Anticipation"

Finally, there came a time when they were on the couch, and Ted still had not approached her breasts. Connie said, "Ted, do you like my breasts?" Ted had been waiting for this for several weeks, but didn't scream out, "hell yes". Instead, he said "yes, I do. They are wonderful, but I didn't want to rush you." She said, "I have been waiting"

Teds next move, was not what she expected. He opened her blouse slowly, one button at a time. Then he said, "can you lean forward a little?" When she did, he carefully removed her top and then reached around, to release her bra. Then he slowly pulled it off, revealing her breasts to himself, like a precious gift. Ted was awe struck; they were wonderful.

Before he went any further, he pressed her to himself, gently massaging her back. Her nipples pressed into his chest, and they were very hard. Then Ted pulled away from her and gazed at her beautiful breasts. They weren't tits, or boobs, or anything like that, they were glorious breasts, and the best Ted had ever seen.

Many men would have just grabbed ahold of them or start sucking on the nipples, but Ted was wiser than that.

He first carefully touched and caressed her upper chest, stomach, and under her arms, around everything except the breasts, Erogenous areas, that she had never appreciated before.

Then he lightly grasped both her nipples, at the same time, and lightly tugged at them. Connie said, "Oh".

Then Ted slowly used his tongue to lick her nipples, one at a time.

By this time, Ted had had all he could stand, and began to suck on the large nipples, with somewhat greater force. From that point on who remembers what happened.

What did not happen was any action below navel level. Do not play all your cards at the same time.

Connie was ready to rumble at this point, but Ted, being an experienced master of this, was patient.

Ted and his first wife were very good in bed. They both were studious in educating themselves, in sexual matters. They followed the rule of educating, observing, and executing. Ted and his first wife were very good at sex. You never forget how.

Ted wanted the first encounter, to be memorable, different from anything she had before. He was going to be the best she ever had.

Connie, on the other hand, having been used to the wham, bam style of most men, was both puzzled but ready to go, NOW. She decided that she was going to have to wait, and see what Ted was up to.

The next time Ted and Connie got together (the next night), Ted was tired of waiting. Connie expected him to go for the gold, right away.

That was not to be. Ted had one other step in mind. The one that some may skip and that is, a delicate assault on the vaginal region. Some call it "eating the peach."

Now several men, had tried this on Connie, in the past, but they were so crude, lacking the proper understanding, of how it should be done. Ted was an expert and knew all the chords. He and his first wife had called it "eating the peach".

Ted started by skipping the direct attack on the pussy and using the lesser known and appreciated, mis-direction method.

The first step was the previously mentioned upper body stimulation, and then the main event.

Ted started at her feet with a foot massage, working up the legs to the peach. He massaged the inner thighs including those little depressions, right next to the outer lips. After the leg massage, he progressed to the outer lip massage phase. This part was very important because if you can't get her wet at this point you need to forget sex.

For Connie, this first massage and kissing licking period had just increased the damp feeling in her pussy, to a flood of liquid, that would enable her to accept his cock. She never considered the word cock, in such a desirable way before.

Then Ted progressed to the inner lips, that are the last stop before the inner sanctum, and the most sensitive part of the seduction, because that was what it was. By the time he got past this point, the juices were flowing, and he had a lot of wet stuff on his face.

Almost there now. Ted knew that this could be a special moment for Connie, with a very special climax

After carefully licking around the clit, and when everything was ready, Ted began to suck on the clit. which resulted in a huge climax for her.

It has been determined that men pulse from 2 to 4 times during climax, but that women can feel contractions from 6 to 10 times. Connie experienced a ten.

After Ted got his big head loose from Connies' legs, he moved up her body, to express his appreciation, for her pleasure, and to just do" it."

Ted carefully slipped his cock into her pussy, with restrained lust. Not the usual slam it home, but as two parts melding together. When it was all over, they lay coupled for as long as possible, enjoying the intimate sensations.

After the closing moments, Ted remembered that the well-used pussy, needs to be carefully put away, with plenty of words of appreciation, and gratitude, and promises of further outings.

After Ted and Connie were finished, there was a very quiet period, when they considered what had just happened.

Finally, Ted said, "that was great but just wait till tomorrow night."

Connie said simply "bring it on."

Then they slept peacefully.

The moral to this story, if there is one. Good sex is an "art" not a construction project!