The American Standard

I'm not old, my age is and, possibly some of my thoughts however, I have acquired a sort of comfort zone with my sex and intimacy. Complacent, if you will, until I met "The American Standard".

No tattoos. No piercings yet, a bullet wound 🤔 Never had a threesome, orgy, public sex or roleplay. Never experienced what I consider "Kinky Sex" yet says he has experienced some bondage(blindfold) with a bit of rough play(verbal commands). To this revelation I tried not to laugh because we all come from somewhere . . .however, at this age some of us have come a long way and some of us have just cum. No shame or guilt to mention, just a noticing and a redefining. Any-Who.......

The American Standard divulged that he had not been as adventurous as he would have liked to be due to responsibilities of being a dad and a husband way too early in life and is now playing catch-up, noted. When we decided to engage in the ritual of intimacy, no one was prepare for what transpired.

 How many times in life have you made love? I can actually count on one hand. I feel blessed that I got to experience something so pure and warm and inviting such as love making. Since my former incarceration (marriage) I dared not dabble in the Artform because of feelings and hard reasons. I digress, love making isn't something you can announce or provide haphazardly, it's a feeling, a connection and a bond built between two people. Nope! There isn't consent with this GenZ/Millennials, it's something that happens naturally. When it does happen you will want more of that perfect unspoken connection. 

 I sat next to him while we spoke about life and past experiences. He makes me giggle. His voice reminds me of someone, I can't put my finger on, it's comforting. There wasn't a pause or a gesture to segway the moment we created. He simply leaned in and kissed me gently. His soft piano fingers caressed the back of my head and face. He made the "Mmmmm" sound when we connected. The approach to being kissed has always come with a warning yet here we are and I am unprepared. He kissed my cheeks then underneath my chin where my neck met. He smelled the back of my neck and kissed that too. He worked his way towards my collarbone and rubbed his lips across the protrusion. I melted in his arms like a lost lover. Let's be honest and say that this type of care has not bestowed me in quite some time and I was hungry for it's everlasting pleasure. He pulled back and looked at me curiously then asked, "May I take off your blouse"? To this I smiled, girlishly, and responded with a resounding yes. Politely, one by one, he unbuttoned my top to reveal my black satin lace bra, his eyes widened with excitement. My lips reached up to kiss his and he pulled back to say, "I just want to look at you for a moment". Being on display as a canvas didn't connect with me considering not one person has taken the time to admire what I posses, he did. I felt awkward at first but relaxed into his gazed of appreciation.

"You are stunning. Do you know that"?

Of course I don't but why would I say otherwise or confirm? A genuine smile bolted across my face in recognition. We both smiled. And, just like the movies, he collected me up with ease into his arms and gently laid me down on his bed(yeah, we were watching Netflix. Not my M.O. just kind of happen that way. Don't judge). 

The American Standard brushed my cheek with his fingers and kissed me with passion. His other hand busy trying to find a way into my cave of wonders due to tight pants while taking me to the cosmos with his lips. When he finally touched my misses he moaned in delight letting me know, here is where he wanted to be and no place else. I tried to help him out by undoing my button but he removed my hand as if to say, "You just lay the sweet girl, I've got this". Opening my pants released a lot of pressure I didn't realize I had. Slowly unzipping my denim jeans could have been the anticipation of the year. There was excitement and nervousness swimming around us both yet we inched our way through the feelings and landed into each other. He slid my jeans off with precision admiring the fact I wasn't wearing panties(they go up your butt, not in a good way). The way he looked down at what he was about to embark let me know that it had been a while since he had been intimate. His hand met my labia and slid all the way over my entire vagina. He moaned and let out a sigh of relief simultaneously. Watching his reactions made me wet and sensitive to his touch. His gazed turned back to mine and he stared into my eyes for confirmation, I leaned in and kissed him. His hand explored me like Magellan collecting information that would benefit his intent. My hips gyrated to his exploration. He kept his gaze upon me while he decended towards my lower region. He lifted my leg over his shoulder and kissed my thigh with appreciation. His illusionary lips puffed to performance immediately. Lapping, kissing, nibbling and rubbing his face against my pleasure. Implementing my scent to memory, devouring my taste to his liking treasuring every inch of my soul for just one night.

Part 1