Fun with Eric and Erika Ch. 01

Sex with a woman nearly twenty-years younger than me.

Last Saturday after what I thought was a good date, she took me by surprise while driving her home. Accustomed to making small talk during the ride, the drive to her house was too quiet. It seemed a little uncomfortable because rather than sitting next to me, moving as far away from me as she could, she leaned against the passenger door with her head against the window. With a palpable chill in the air, if I had a backseat big enough for a person to fit, she'd be sitting in the back.

I had taken her to dinner and a movie and, always the gentleman, with this our first date, not wanting to ruin things by rushing things, I took it slow. I thought she had a good time. I was disappointed when she recoiled from my attempt to give her a good night kiss. Instead, while not waiting for me to open her door, as soon the car stopped, she opened her own door, exited my car, and slammed shut the door.

"Such a Dick," I overheard her say under her breath as she stormed into her house.

I couldn't understand her hostile behavior.

'Did she forget my name? My name is Eric, not Dick' I thought to myself.

At a loss to understand, I drove home. Alone, again. Chalking it up to just another failed date, I've been batting zero for a thousand lately. I didn't understand why she called me a Dick.

Rethinking our time together, without doubt, with me nervous, I talked too much about myself. I didn't ask her any questions and I stared down at my food instead of making eye contact. Maybe she thought that I didn't like her but I did like her.

Raised to be the perfect gentleman, I treated her with the utmost respect. Perhaps, with me thinking that it was too soon to make my move, it was because I hadn't made my feelings and intentions known by being more attentive to her over dinner. I'm a failure with women.

# # #

My name is Eric Carlson, a semi-retired consulting engineer. I'm 6'4" tall with a decent build from years of martial arts. I'm in my early 70's but looking ten-fifteen years younger, if I do say so myself, I have salt and pepper hair speckled through my dark blonde hair with piercing hazel eyes. Sadly, I'm still painfully single.

It was Monday morning when I entered the lobby of Carlson and Associates Engineering, and was greeted by Erika, my receptionist. I like Erika. I have a secret crush on her. Only, I'm too old for her to be interested in me.

"Good morning, Mr. Carlson. How was your weekend," she asked?

I gave her a little smile with a shrug. With her so attractive, literally, I have to stop myself from staring at her. I stroke myself while dreaming of her naked and having sex with me every night.

"It was just a typical weekend, I suppose," I said with a sigh while quickly looking away.

Erika is a sharp cookie. She could tell that something was wrong. Instead of continuing our conversation, I proceeded to the conference room to meet with the project manager and the architect of my current project.

It was a good business meeting. I'm more comfortable discussing the technical details of my job with men rather than socializing with women. I was surprised when Erika asked out of the blue to take her to lunch.

"Would you like to take me to lunch, Eric," she asked while giving me her dazzling smile and batting her long eyelashes?

'Lunch,' I thought. 'I'd love to take you on a cruise around the world. I'd love to run away with you and never look back.'

# # #

A striking woman, that any man would look at twice while trying not to stare, Erika Williams is the receptionist at my office. She stands 5'8" and nearly 6' tall when wearing her high heels. Incredibly fit for being 55 years old, but looking ten-years younger, she seems to have quite the shapely body.

With shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes, if I was to guess, I'd guess her measurements are 34-24-34 with C breasts. Peeking out about her blouse, her sexy line of cleavage always caught my attention in her business outfits. Whenever walking behind her, with her walking in sections and always wiggling when she walks, I allowed my mind to wander while staring at her shapely legs and her tight derriere.

Erika was the type of woman that I'd really like to date but I'd never allow my inner thoughts to interfere with being a gentleman. Besides, she's a co-worker and the office policy prohibited co-workers from dating. Apparently, she saw right through my façade. As if she could read my mind, she knew that I was attracted to her.

How could I not be attracted to her? She's so beautiful? What man wouldn't want a woman who looked like her? Yet, not only was she beautiful but she was smart, had a great personality, and a wonderful sense of humor.

Instead of wanting to leap with excitement, I hesitantly accepted her suggestion that I take her to lunch. I like Erika and we have become good friends. Comfortable with one another, we talked about everything and laughed over nothing. I've often wondered if there was something more than professionalism in our social interactions.

# # #

I took Erika to a little Italian restaurant that I knew in the area. We were seated in a booth in the back. Once we had ordered our lunch, she looked at me as if reading my mind.

"Eric," she said.

She touched my hand with her hand. The first time touching me, I stared down at her hand. Then, my mind fell in the gutter. I imagined her long, thin, manicured fingers wrapped around my erect prick and her stroking me before taking me in her mouth to suck me.

"I could tell you were not your usual jovial self this morning. What's wrong," she asked?

Not making eye contact, I smiled down at my food, took a deep breath to gather my courage, and told her.

"I had a date Saturday night," I said.

I looked up at her and gave her an uncomfortable smile.

"Unfortunately, it didn't turn out as I had hoped. After slamming my car door, she called me a Dick! I didn't understand why she said that," I said.

I looked up at her with hurt and confusion.

"I have always been a gentleman, never wanting to force anyone to kiss me, she recoiled when I tried," I said.

I hung my head after telling about my failed date. I resigned myself to being a failure with women.

"Have you always been like this," she asked? "There must have been a time when you were successful with women. You're a good looking man, and you make a nice appearance."

I made a sad face.

"Not that I can recall," I said. "Too focused with my studies, I didn't even date in school. I've only had a few relationships that seldom lasted beyond a couple of months. Then, after not dating for several years, I threw myself into my work."

I sighed.

"I'm not experienced with women," I said.

# # #

Erika nodded with compassion. She looked into my eyes, and squeezed my hand. As soon as she touched my hand, my mind fell into the gutter again. I imagined her squeezing my cock while staring down at it throbbing and pulsating in her hand.

"I understand your feelings, Eric," she said. "I've had bad dates myself albeit not for the same reasons."

Smiling, she continued.

"Neither of us have found the right one," she said.

A depressing conversation for me, nonetheless, enjoying the meal and the company, we ate in silence. Afterwards, we went back to the office and continued our business day. As I was about to leave for the afternoon, Erika took the initiative by making her move.

"Give me your phone, Eric," she said.

I handed her my phone and she called herself.

"Now you have my number," she said with a smile.

If she wasn't beautiful before, she was even more beautiful when she smiled.

"Call me," she said.

I had a spring to my step when I left.

# # #

Since I'm semi-retired now, the majority of my work is done from home. I hadn't returned to the office for several days to see Erika. On Thursday evening, missing her, I called her.

After she touched my hand and squeezed my hand, while imagining her touching and squeezing my cock, I wondered what Erika looked like without her clothes. While stroking myself faster and harder, I thought of her shapely legs and round, firm ass, and her big breasts that seemed to defy gravity. I wondered what her areolas and her nipples looked like. I wondered if she was shaved, trimmed, or bushy.

I stopped myself before my mind fell in the gutter again. Instead, I wondered what it would be like to kiss her, part her lips with my tongue, and French kiss her. It had been too long since I've made out with a woman while feeling her through her clothes.

With her already having made the first move by giving me her number, I nervously called her. Unsure what to say, I was so nervous. I just hoped that I didn't make a fool of myself by saying something sexually inappropriate.

"Hello Eric! I'm glad you decided to call," she said. "I wondered if you had forgotten me!"

When I wasn't staring at her, always making eye contact, I smiled whenever talking to her. Something that I didn't do with other women, I did with Erika. I showed her my interest.

"I could never forget you, Erika. You bring a smile to my face every time I see you," I said. "I always look forward to seeing your smiling face," I replied.

She smiled.

"How are you feeling now," she asked? "You seemed to be down after your disastrous weekend."

I grimaced.

"I'm feeling better now," I said. "Thanks for asking."

Not knowing what more to say, I took a breath before continuing.

"You always seem to cut right to the chase and know exactly what to say," I said.

She giggled.

# # #

Then, she shocked me as much as she excited me by asking me her question.

"Do you have any plans for this weekend," she asked? "Just wondering, that's all," she said after taking too long to respond.

Then she confessed her thoughts.

"I haven't been on a real date in ages. It would be wonderful if I had someone special to go out with again. It's so difficult to find someone these days," she said.

'Is she asking me out,' I thought? 'Oh, what I wouldn't give if she really was interested in me.'

Finding the courage, I took my chance.

"I don't have plans for this weekend and besides. After last weekend, I'm not sure what I'd do on a date," I said.

I let out a pathetic laugh.

"Even though the man is supposed to make the plans, it's acceptable for the woman to suggest. Perhaps dinner at the comedy club or dancing," she said. "I've done that but I'd give it a shot. I'd be open to trying something different this time, too."

She laughed. She floored me with what she said next.

"So where are you taking me," she asked with a giggle?

# # #

She wants to go out on a date with me. She's given me hints where to take her.

"Now that you've given me something to think about, would you like to go out with me?"

Welling up all the courage that I had, not waiting for her to answer me, I continued.

"I'd love to take you out Saturday for the whole day," I said. "Could you be ready to go, around 9:00 am?"

She laughed.

"I don't know about going on a date at nine in the morning but, I thought you'd never ask me out, especially after giving you my phone number," she said.

She laughed.

"Yes, of course I'd like to go out with you," she said excitedly. "How should I dress?"

I paused.

"I'm surprised that you'd agree to go on a date with me," I said with a laugh. "I'll get back to you tomorrow to give you the details," I nervously said. "I'll see you in the office tomorrow."

She blew me a kiss goodbye.

"I'll be looking forward to our date," she said.

We said our goodbyes and hung up. Sleep wasn't easy for me. I thought about how this date may develop. I couldn't sleep because of a rather large erection that wouldn't diminish. Unbeknownst to me, Erika also had trouble sleeping that night for much the same reason, not that she had an erection but she was sexually aroused she confessed to me later.

# # #

The following morning, I confidently strolled into the office. As if we had already had a successful date, Erika greeted me warmly. We smiled at each other as I went to the conference room but only after telling her I was taking her to lunch again today.

"I'm going to take you to that new Chinese restaurant for lunch," I said.

She seemed happy with my choice, and excited to see me more confident in my words and my actions.

"So, what are we going to do Saturday," she asked?

I laughed.

"You said that you were open to trying something different," I said with a big smile. "Have you ever done archery," I asked?

She shook her head no with a laugh.

"As you may or may not know, one of my hobbies is attending the local Renaissance Faires. I'm a fan of the Lord of the Rings and recently began dressing up like an elf king when I attend.

She laughed.

"Seriously? You an Elf king? With you so tall, you must be king of the goblins," she said.

She laughed again.

"I enjoy entering the archery contests," I said. "As part of our daylong date, I'll take you to an archery range and pro shop for starters. Dress comfortably!"

# # #

Erika seemed excited to try something different for a change and gave me directions to her house. I wore jeans and my favorite turquoise shirt, I drove to her house in my classic blue-green metallic, 1963 Thunderbird convertible. A rare automobile, my precious car was one of only 63 T-Bird convertibles made that year.

My favorite bow and a quiver of arrows were in the trunk. I brought an appropriate change of clothes for the evening's festivities. Erika wore some short shorts, showcasing her great legs, white sneakers, and a form fitting T-shirt which confirmed my suspicions of her fantastic, sexy body.

She was suitably impressed with my classic car. She walked all around it while staring at my Thunderbird. Since the weather was nice, she tied a kerchief over her hair, and we drove with the top down.

At the local archery range, I asked one of the pros to help introduce my date to archery. He chose an appropriate bow and handed her a quiver of arrows. After he explained the rules of the range, we took our positions at our targets.

Now, I'm no expert but I'm not a novice either. Not surprising, I shot better than her. Erika decided to start with the regular Mediterranean split-finger style while I shoot a more difficult Asiatic style thumb draw. With my arms around her, my first time touching her body in such a familiar way, I showed how to hold the bow and how to aim.

She seemed willing to take advantage of my physical guidance. She laughed and apologized for repeatedly leaning into my chest. After a couple of hours of practice and lots of laughing, my beautiful date was really getting excited about archery. She giggled and jumped with glee like a school girl when she shot her first bullseye!

We hugged in celebration. It surprised me just how electric it felt to hold her in my arms. She smiled whenever our eyes met. It felt so right. I thoroughly enjoyed her giving me a fantastic view of her ass when she bent at the waist to retrieve her arrows.

She asked about the Renaissance Fairs, and when we could go. Surprising me, she picked out a fiberglass bow she liked and I bought her a dozen arrows with all the necessary accoutrements to go along with it. The best date that I ever had, I had one very happy woman on my arm.

# # #

After a quick lunch of burgers and fries, I drove us back to her house. We decided to take a quick shower to freshen up before we continued with our date. Erika teasingly asked if I was going to join her in her shower. We laughed but, kicking myself for not accepting her invitation, filled with regrets, I declined the offer, this time. I took my shower after she took her shower.

Yet, I couldn't help but to fantasize about what she looked like naked while taking her shower. Oh, how I wished to join her in the shower but, I decided to be the gentleman again. As it turned out, wondering what I looked like naked, she had the same thoughts while I took my shower. I caught her out of the corner of my eye of her trying to sneak a peek of me naked.

# # #

After our shower, we decided to just wear our robes while we watched Netflix and chilled. With the both of us naked beneath our robes, I couldn't believe that I was sitting on the couch next to Erika. I asked Alexa to find The Art of Racing in the Rain for us to watch while we relaxed until it was time for dinner.

It was a touching movie that got her in the proper mood for the rest of the evening. During the movie, Erika snuggled under my arm as we watched. At times during the film, she shed a quiet tear into my chest while I held her tightly in my arms.

Not spoiling the movie for anyone who hasn't watched it, I'll only say we both had happy tears while smiling at the ending. We looked into each other's eyes and shared a very tender kiss. Although we didn't proceed to second base, Erika started teasing me with flashes of her fantastic legs and even allowed her robe to part enough to give me glimpses of the tops of her firm breasts. I was in heaven.

We broke from our reverie, to get ready for our dinner. I brought black slacks, a button-down aubergine eggplant shade dress shirt, a black evening sport coat, and my good black dress shoes. Erika chose her little black dress which showed off her fantastic legs, and a low-cut bodice that really showcased her amazing assets, enough to make everyone stop and stare!

I was amazed at just how sexy she looked. She was so sexy that I had a hard time disguising my large erection that tented my slacks. It was a good thing I decided to wear boxers instead of my boxer briefs that I usually wear.

# # #

Putting the top back up so as not to mess up her beautiful hair, I took her to a high-end restaurant downtown for our dream dinner. There were candles on our table and even had a strolling violinist! The wine steward offered his suggestions. We chose a not too dry, red wine for our dinner.

He quickly returned with our wine and took our orders. We chose a couple of their best steaks with house salads. As we enjoyed our dinner, occasionally feeding each other, we sat there staring at each other with love and lust in our eyes.

'Love,' I wondered? 'It's way too early to even entertain such thoughts. It was bad enough that my thoughts were filled with lust for this lovely lady. Besides, I'm seventeen-years-older than her. She'd never be interested in an elderly man like me. Then, I thought of seventy-two-year old David Foster marrying thirty-five-year-old Katherine McPhee.'

Yet, we did have a longing look in our eyes. We finished our bottle of wine with our dessert. As we walked back to my car, she reached out and took my hand and we walked holding hands. Surprising me that she allowed me to kiss her again, we stopped and shared another tender and sweet kiss while leaning on the fender of my T- bird.

Unfortunately, the T-Bird had bucket seats and didn't have much of a backseat. There'd be no making out in the backseat of the car. I walked her to the passenger side and opened the door for her.

I watched her luscious legs gracefully slide into her seat while purposely flashing me a peek between her legs. It was so quick that I didn't have the time to notice if she was even wearing panties. I quickly went around and slid into my own seat.

Firing up the classic 390 cubic inch V8, I drove us home as quickly as possible while smiling the whole way. A perfect date, never have I been as happy.

# # #

We walked hand in hand to her door where she paused and gave me another tender kiss before leading me into her house. I noticed Erika's cheeks were flushed and it extended all the way down her neck and onto her heaving breasts. Taking a deep breath, she looked deeply into my eyes.

"Eric, I've never felt like this before," she said softly. "Even though we've known each other as friends for several years at work, I've always considered you as more than just a friend."

Shocked and at a loss of words, I stared at her while she paused to collect her thoughts. I couldn't believe what she said next.

"I want you to know that I've never had sex on the first date with anyone," she said.

She stared up at me and smiled.

'Was she hinting that I'd be the first man that she'd have sex with after a first date,' I wondered?

"For God sakes, just kiss me," she said with a sexy laugh.

I leaned down to her and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I couldn't believe this would ever happen to me, especially with a woman who looked like her but suddenly, we found ourselves making out like teenagers. Daring myself to do so, my trembling hands slowly explored her firm body through her clothes while she pulled me closer.

What shocked me most was when she reached her hand down between us, she caressed the bulge in my pants while I felt her shapely ass through her black dress and panties. Able to feel her panty line, she was wearing panties. Something that no other woman has done to me on a first date, she massaged my growing erection through my pants. Something that I'll be stroking myself over for the rest of my life, this was something that I imagined when masturbating myself over the thoughts of her.

I couldn't believe she fondled my erect penis through my pants while I felt and squeezed her ass, and felt her breasts through her dress. We took a break from our passionate kissing. We looked deeply into one another's eyes.

"There's just something special about how you make me feel," she said.

She took my hand, lifted it to her lips, and kissed it. Then, she blew my mind with what she said next. It was then that I realized that she wasn't kidding when asking me if I was going to join her in the shower.

"I want you to make love to me, Eric. I need you," she said. "It's been too long since I've had sex."

She led me to her bedroom.

# # #

As soon as we entered her bedroom, I felt as if I was dreaming. Erika awakened me from my dream when she began to unbutton my shirt. She slowly slipped my shirt over my shoulders. Undressing me aroused her as much as it excited me.

Taking her time with her stripping me, she removed my shirt. Once she removed my shirt, her gaze rested on my trim, fit, athletic chest and arms. In the way that I couldn't wait to slide my hands all over her naked breasts, she slowly slid her hands all over my chest, my shoulders, and my stomach.

Spending time feeling my deltoids, my biceps, and my triceps, she seemed to love how my shoulders and my arms felt protective when wrapped around her. Certainly, if no one knew my age, I looked more like a fifty-something-year-old man than I did a seventy-two-year-old man.

Then, as if there was a drumroll of sexual anticipation going off in my head, she reached out to unbutton, unbuckle, and unzip my pants while smiling up at me. She pushed my slacks down to my ankles, squatted down and removed my pants. With me no slouch in that department, still able to get and maintain an erection, my erect cock tented my boxer shorts.

She turned her back to me for me to unzip her dress. My fingers trembled as I unzipped it, briefly exposing the back of her black brassiere. This wasn't just any woman. This was Erika, my beautiful, sexy, and shapely receptionist that I've been jerking off over for years.

Then she turned around, while still holding the top of her dress up, she reached down and grasped the hem of her very short dress. While she held her arms over her head, I slipped off her little, black dress exposing her lacy, black thong panties and her low-cut black bra. My eyes bugged out of my head as her full, firm breasts encumbered by only her bra, popped into my lusty gaze. I stared at the tops of her bulging breasts and her long line of sexy cleavage.

# # #

Indeed, she was a vision of loveliness. As if she was Helen of Troy, the woman who launched a thousand ships, Erika is a goddess in my eyes. As if removing a canvas from a work of art, I removed her dress and tossed it on her bedside chair. As if her brassiere was a safe that held something valuable which, indeed, it did, I reached around her to unlock the combination and unhooked her two hook bra.

Taking my time removing her bra, not wanting to rush the unveiling of her naked breasts, I removed one bra strap from her shapely shoulder before removing her other bra strap. Then, I removed her arms from her bra straps, first one and then the other. Teasing me and prolonging the suspense, she held her bra cups in place with her hands. Then, looking up at me and smiling, she removed one bra cup before removing the other.

There they were. The eighth and ninth wonders of the world, her naked breasts. Unable to remove my eyes from her natural, naked breasts, I stared at them in the way that I'd stare at a work of art. I stared at the size and the shape of them. I stared at her dark pink, symmetrical areolas. I stared at her pink, erect nipples.

My hands cupped her magnificent, full C cup breasts, capped off with turgid, rock hard nipples which erected for my waiting lips. I leaned down and while fingering one nipple, I sucked her other nipple. I felt, fondled, and squeezed her breasts that were as soft as they were firm.

Erika kissed me deeply as her slim, manicured fingers held my erect prick through my boxer shorts. She fished her fingers inside of my fly ready to pull out my snake. I didn't think it could get any harder but I did, when her long, thin, manicured fingers encircled my rigid manhood. I felt my cock throb and pulsate in her soft and warm hand.

Never had my cock felt so stiff and hard. It felt like it was made of steel. She pulled my underwear down to my ankles, and encircled my throbbing pole with one hand. She gently cupped my swollen balls with her other hand.

"Eric, how have you hidden this big cock from me all these years," she asked with a sexy laugh?

# # #

While she held my cock in her hand, my fingers found their way to her panties. I cupped her wet pussy through her panties in the palm of my hand. While continuing our kissing, I hooked my thumbs inside the straps of her thong and slowly eased them down her shapely legs. Helping me to strip herself naked, she lifted her feet to free herself from her panties. Once her panties were off, I tossed them to the side.

Our breathing had become ragged as we continued making out with one another. I backed her up and bent her over onto the bed. She scooted up the bed on her back and spread her legs.

I stared at her naked pussy. Her swollen labia was on display for my horny eyes. I crawled between her shapely thighs. I fingered her pussy while inhaling the aroma of her musky scent. Giving her cunnilingus, I licked and kissed her vulva while I slid my body over hers.

We were both in a hurry to quench our sexual fires. We were both so aroused, there was little need for further foreplay. Still nervous since it had been such a long time since the last time I've had sex. My hands shook nervously as I guided the head of my penis and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit before parting the lips of her pussy.

Then, finally in position, I was ready to enter her Garden of Eden. On my way to utopia, Erika moaned in anticipation of allowing me to enter her promised land. Hoping she wasn't having second thoughts, I paused to look into her eyes. I hoped she hadn't changed her mind about having sex with me.

"Are you sure," I asked?

She smiled and whispered.

"Yes I'm sure. I want you," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. "I've never wanted any man as much as I want you."

I swallowed hard and slowly pressed the head of my penis through her inner labia. Once the head was just inside her entrance, I paused to allow her to adjust to my size. She let out a gasp and moan as her eyes rolled back into her head in ecstasy. She smiled and nodded her head for me to continue.

Immediately feeling her warm wetness, I slowly pressed myself into her tight pussy. I was in heaven. She felt so tight. Once fully inside of her molten depths, pausing for a moment, I began to slowly stroke my prick in and out of her.

# # #

Her moans grew louder as I humped her faster and harder.

"Yes, yes! Just like that! Give it to me!" she shrieked.

Upon her urging, I increased my pace, thrusting faster and humping her harder. I literally pounded her pussy.

"Oh, my god! Oh, my God! That feels so good," she said. "Fuck me, Erick. Fuck me.

She returned my fast and hard humps with her fast and hard humps.

Fuck me, Eric! Fuck me. Fuck me with your hard cock," she said.

Her hips jutted up to meet my increasing thrusts. Our bodies were glistening with a sheen of sexy sweat. With her arms wrapped around my neck, and her legs wrapped around my back, we fucked like wild animals. Both of us were moaning, groaning, and writhing in sexual heat.

# # #

"Oh my God, Erika. I can't hold it any longer. I'm sorry but, I'm gonna cum," I panted. "I'm going to cum, Erika."

She held me tighter while humping me harder.

"Oh Eric, I'm right behind you. Fuck me as fast and as hard as you can. Fill my pussy with your hot, sweet cum! Cum inside of me. I want you to cum in my cunt," she said. "Don't worry. I'm on the pill."

Again, I returned her fast and hard humps with my fast and hard humps.

"Erika," I shouted!

She put two hands to my ass and pushed me deeper inside of her.

"Eric," she screamed!

We both convulsed in our shared orgasms. We collapsed into each other's arms and rolled onto our sides with my shrinking cock still inside her as our combined juices began to leak onto the bed. We shared a tender kiss, still stroking and fondling each other.

"Eric, that was wonderful. You are wonderful," said Erika softly. "That was the best sex that I've ever had."

I smiled.

"Erika, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I'm so thankful you have come into my life," I said.

We kissed again.

# # #

"Eric, my dear sweet man, I'm so thirsty. Would you please get us something to drink? I don't think my legs will carry me. I'm still shaking," she said.

I smiled and went to retrieve a bottle of wine and our glasses. Returning to her bedroom, she was propped up on her pillows. She smiled up at me as I handed her a wine glass. Before crawling up next to her, I stared at her beautiful, naked body. Then, after I opened the bottle and poured the wine, we toasted each other.

"Eric, I don't want you to leave. Will you stay the night with me," she asked? "I'd love to have sex with you again tonight, and again tomorrow morning," she said with a dirty laugh.

I smiled.

"Of course I will," I said. "It will be my pleasure," I said, returning her dirty laugh with my dirty laugh.

Too tired from our day-long date, we finished our drinks, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

# # #

The next morning, Sunday morning, I awoke to the smell of cooking bacon and eggs coming from her kitchen. Wearing one of her robes, I stumbled into the kitchen where Erika, already dressed, greeted me with a kiss and a cup of coffee.

"Sorry I didn't wake you, but you looked so peaceful sleeping there with that goofy grin on your face. I've already taken my morning shower. Sorry I didn't wait for you, but you're welcome to take yours now," she said.

She stepped up on her toes to give me a kiss.

"Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. I'm making omelets, how do you like yours," she asked?

I kissed her and took a quick shower, dressed in the clothes I wore the day before, and returned to the kitchen to enjoy breakfast with the most amazing woman I've ever known. Over breakfast, Erika told me again how much she enjoyed our night of making love. I smiled.

"I hoped you enjoyed it as much as I did even though I wished we could have taken more time. Sorry that we fell asleep, I really wanted to properly make love to you instead of rushing like we did," I said a little sheepishly.

Erika nodded her head.

"I know, sweetheart," she said. "Yes, we were a little hurried last night. I just couldn't wait. I will make up for it today," she said with a devious wink.

After we finished our breakfast and took care of the dishes, we moved to the couch to finish our coffee.

"This time, I want to make love to you like you deserve! We will take our time and do it properly," she said.

# # #

As if I lived there, I felt so comfortable sitting on her couch with her. I wasn't nervous at all. She even started teasing me about being so nervous and introverted that I couldn't even look up at her. Of course, I teased back about how she seemed to be so untouchably businesslike during the day. We laughed with each other and at ourselves.

It wasn't long before we started making out. Soft and tender at first then became more impassioned as our tongues wrestled. My hands found their way to fondle her breasts through her snug T shirt. Her breasts felt so soft and firm. I felt the impressions of her nipples poking themselves through the thin material of her shirt.

Erika started by stroking my chest and then her hand drifted down to cup my crotch, feeling my growing erection. When I squeezed her breast, she squeezed my bulge with equal zeal. Her tongue probed my mouth, trying to see if I still had my tonsils. She unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly. Reaching inside, she pulled out my stiffening cock.

As we continued making out, she began to stroke my shaft. She broke our kiss, grinned seductively, and stared down at my naked, erect prick. Then, she leaned forward and licked the drop of precum that had formed on the tip of my cock.

"Mm, you taste good," she said.

She stroked me a little faster and a little harder. Then, she took me in her mouth. I couldn't believe that the love of my life, Erika was blowing me. Hard to wrap my mind around, after seeing her naked, fingering her pussy while licking her cunt, and making love to her, she sucked my prick. She gave me the best blowjob I've ever had.

A skilled cocksucker, her talents of fellatio are light-years beyond anything that I have ever encountered. In fact, it even rivaled what I had seen when watching porn on my computer. I felt my cum churning in my balls. Erika sensed it and, like a seasoned pro, she backed off just before I reached the peak. She smiled a devious smile.

"There's much more to come, sweetheart," she said.

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She went down on my shaft again and tried to take all of me down her throat. She gagged a little when the head of my cock hit the back of her throat but continued anyway. As if she was Linda Lovelace in Deep Throat, she sucked harder and slid it in deeper.

Then, when she released it from the pressure of her lips, as if my cock was her champagne cork, it made a loud popping sound. She dove back down again only to repeat her sucking and pulling off with another pop. She looked up at me, grinned, and taking my throbbing erection in her hand, led me back to her bed. Erika shoved me back onto her bed.

"You just lie there and let me do the rest," she said with a grin.

With my flagpole at full mast sticking up in way of a pole in the middle of the big top, circus tent, she smiled seductively and began a sensuous strip show and lap dance for me. Pulling the neckline of her shirt over her soft shoulder, she teased me. Licking her lips, her eyes were transfixed on my throbbing member.

She seductively removed her shirt and fondled her naked breasts. She pinched and tweaked her stiff nipples. While still wearing her short shorts, she ground her pussy on my cock and began dry humping me while moaning. I reached for her pants but she slapped my hand away.

"Not yet, stud," she said. "Just wait your turn!"

While she continued to grind her pussy on my cock, she French kissed. Standing up, she continued her strip show, teasing me with the way she writhed and wiggled out of her shorts. She was wearing a thin, lacy white thong.

She teased me by pulling her thong to the side to give me a quick flash of her vulva and just as quickly covering up again. With me awestruck watching her, she then proceeded to undress me. First, she pulled my shirt off over my head, my T-shirt, and then she reached for my still open pants. She gave my swollen cock another squeeze and pulled my pants completely off. Now that I was completely naked, she finally removed her thong panties.

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This was the first time we got to see each other in the daylight. As I have already described her firm breasts and nipples, I could now fully examine her vulva. My eyes bugged out when I was finally able to see her perfect mound. It was covered with neatly trimmed, blonde pubic hair. Peeking out from under that beautiful bush, I could plainly see her rosy slit moist with lust.

"Erika, you are the most beautiful and perfect woman I have ever seen," I said.

She smiled.

"Thank you for your loving compliment. A woman never gets tired of hearing compliments but in this case, I know it's from your heart and that you truly meant it," she said.

Finally getting the opportunity to more closely examine my cock, she smiled up at me while holding my big dick in her soft and warm hand.

"Eric, trust me when I say you have a perfect cock! I noticed last night how you could fill me perfectly and could touch every one of my trigger spots. You are longer and thicker than average but not too big to enjoy. I just wish more men could be as well equipped, and knew how to use it like you can," she said.

She smiled at me wistfully.

"Oops," she said with a laugh. "I hope I didn't say too much. I don't want you thinking of me as a whore by talking about men's cocks."

Still smiling at me, she circled her fingers around my stiff rod.

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"If you don't mind me asking you, how big are you," she asked?"

She looked from my stiff prick to look up at me. Despite the years of disuse, I was quite aware of my size, if only for my own amusement.

"I'm 8" long and almost 6" around," I said with pride.

Erika's eyes widened with lust.

"Damn, you really are big! I'm so lucky to have finally found you," she said with a laugh.

With that, she gripped my shaft and crawled on top of me and began to make love to me in the cowgirl position. With her arms over her head, she gleefully bounced on my cock.

"Oh Eric, as if your prick is made for me, you fit me perfectly. You are going to make me cum already," she said as she had her first orgasm.

While still on top of me, she rested her hand on my chest and closed her eyes.

"Oh jeez, this is unbelievable," she said.

Then without disengaging, she spun around and rode me in reverse cowgirl position. As she rode me, my cock was pounding her G spot until she had a much bigger orgasm which released a flood of her juices. Panting, we rolled over so that I could drive from on top.

I drove my cock slowly and deeply into her quivering and grasping pussy. I don't recall ever experiencing a pussy that could squeeze me back, but Erika's grip was quite exquisite. She massaged my cock like an extra set of hands. Ready to give her a hard pounding, I humped her to another body shaking orgasm.

"Oh damn, oh shit," she yelled. "Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You're making me cum again! Oh god. Oh, God. Here I cum again," she screamed.

While still on shaky legs, she rolled over onto her hands and knees and wiggled her ass in my face.

"Eric, my stallion, ride me like I'm your mare. Fuck me, Eric. I want to feel you cum inside me," she said.

She held onto me with her arms and with her legs as if she was riding bareback without a saddle. I rode and fucked her with all I that I could. Our bodies dripped with sweat and we groaned and grunted until her legs began to quiver and shake with the biggest orgasm she had experienced this weekend.

Just before her legs completely gave out, I followed her with my own massive orgasm. I couldn't remember how many times I shot inside her. I ejaculated so much cum that I thought I'd pass out. She thoroughly drained me.

"Oh Erika, I haven't cum like that in years. I don't recall cumming as much and as hard as I just did. You are a miracle worker," I said.

With the words on the tip of my tongue, I nearly blurted out that I loved her. We collapsed in a sweaty, tangled mess on her bed. With my shrinking cock still impaling her, our combined love fluids slowly began to trickle out of her well-worn pussy.

We both blissfully dosed off for a well-deserved nap. My only thoughts were that what we had just experienced was better than any porn film I had ever seen. It was as if I had just spent the last couple of days with my own personal porn star!

When we woke up again, we smiled and kissed each other. Noting the time, I mentioned that I really should head home because I still had a few weekend chores to do around the house before going back to work on Monday. Erika agreed and we took a shared shower being careful not to get too excited. We carefully washed each other and toweled off. We then had a quiet supper before kissing her good night.

"This has been the most memorable weekend I have ever had," I said. "I hate to go back to work tomorrow morning, but you know we both need to do our jobs."

Erika agreed, and kissed me again, deeply.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing you again at the office tomorrow. I'm sure the rumor mill will be hard at work," she laughed.

We kissed again and I drove home, very happy, and satisfied this time.

To be continued...