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A Lifetime in One Moment

Date: 7/16/2015, Categories: True Story, First Time, Mature, Virginity, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 91.6, Source: sexstories.com

containing amber-green olive oil. In the middle of the table was a bottle of red wine and two glasses. She was peering into refrigerator, a hand on her hip. "Are you adventurous?" she asked without looking at me. "Sure." "Good." One by one, she adorned my plate delicacies from white plastic containers: Roasted red peppers; thinly sliced and delicately marbled ham; black and green brine-cured olives; a salad of chopped tomatoes and capers in olive oil; and chunks of salami with a white, powdery crust. After that, she set out a wooden cutting board and placed small triangles and rounds of cheeses on it: Camembert, Gouda, Asiago, and fresh, wet mozzarella. Then she set out the hot bread, a round peasant loaf, and sat down. "Wow," I complimented her. "This is unbelievable." "In Italy, they would call this antipasti – the first course. I think it makes a lovely lunch." "I'd say," I said and laughed. "Aren't you going to join me?" "I'll have some wine and nibble. You eat. Enjoy." And I did. And she watched me the whole time, sipping from her wine and occasionally picking an olive or a piece of salami from my plate and putting it on a crust of bread for herself. I finished all the food on my plate and half the cheese and bread. We finished the bottle of wine together. "That was great," I offered when I was full. "I love to watch a man with a good appetite eat," she said as she picked up my plate. She set it in the sink. "It makes me feel..." she turned from the sink to face me. Her ... robe was open to her navel, just covering her breasts. "Okay, it turns me on. There, I said it." "Did you do this for your husband?" I shouldn't have asked. "Yes." "Do I remind you of your husband?" Why was I asking this? Did I care? I got up and walked towards her. "No," she said matter-of-factly. She stepped towards me. I put my arms on her shoulders. She put her hands against my chest. "You remind me of a feeling." "What kind of feeling?" "A very good feeling, one I haven't felt for a long time." She smiled. "What I am feeling right now is new to me," I said, almost sounding caviler despite my electric nerves. We kissed. I ran my hands up and down over her back. She put her head against my shoulder. "What kind of feeling is it?" she asked. "I don't know. I feel... like a man." "That's a good thing." We kissed again, lovingly, passionately, carefully. "A very good thing," she exhaled. I slipped my hand under her robe, ran my fingers along her naked hips, brushed her thighs with my palms, took a pliant cheek in hand. My penis filled with blood and rose. "Wait," she whispered. What now, I thought. "There is something else I want to do for you." She led me by the hand through the living room and down a hallway. We entered a large bathroom with dark, hardwood flooring. The windows were draped with creamy, gauzy curtains. In one corner there was a large pedestal sink and a mirrored medicine cabinet. "There is a new toothbrush in there, if you would like to brush your teeth," she ...