It was, without question, the low point of my life. Rosemary had decided that after fourteen years as a faithful, devoted wife she wanted something else and, unfortunately, that something else didn t include me. Soon thereafter, with the words she had used to explain her decision a new beginning and challenges and self exploration still rattling around in my head, I was informed by my boss that I was being transferred to our Midwest office, where my organizational skills could be put to use to boost sales there.
Life had delivered the old one two and I was on the ropes, dazed and staggering, not ready to throw in the towel but wondering where I d find the strength to continue.
Staying focused was difficult, but as the months went by I settled into my small rented house and got comfortable in my new surroundings, actually enjoying the twenty minute drive to work after years of using public transportation back east. Foolishly, I sometimes wondered if a suburban lifestyle would appeal to Rosemary.
It was difficult not to think about her, and she would pop into my head at the craziest times. New friends at work who were aware of my recent divorce kept telling me it was time to let go, to move on and to find someone new to share my life with. But that was easier said than done. I wasn t about to go woman hunting in the clubs it wasn t my style. The few blind dates arranged for me by well intentioned friends proved disastrous. Church socials? I didn t think so.
And then one night after work, as I relaxed on the back porch, I saw that the local paper had started a personals column. Out of curiosity, I started reading the ads from Women Seeking Men and Men Seeking Women, chuckling at the more creative ones. Losers all, I thought. And losers adept at stretching the truth. By the time I put the paper down, however, I wasn t chuckling. Was it worth a try? What did I have to lose? It might even be fun, a diversion, something to break the comfortable routine of my life.
Rather than answer an ad, I decided to compose one. I phoned it in to the paper, then put the whole thing out of my head. Weeks passed and then, finally, I had about a dozen responses to sift through. I narrowed my selection to three women, each of whom supposedly shared my interests and whose photos were the most appealing. I decided to set something up with Meredith, a former Las Vegas showgirl in her late thirties who has been running her own dance studio for the past ten years.
Our phone conversation went surprisingly well, and by the time I hung up, having agreed to meet Meredith for drinks at a club near her studio, I was actually eager to see her in the flesh.
I was as nervous as a kid on prom night as I dressed for our meeting and even more nervous as I waited for her at the club. I just knew one of us would be disappointed, and I was already bracing for the awkwardness of our good byes when she walked in. This statuesque, raven haired beauty took my breath away.
Over drinks we talked and laughed, gleaning bits and pieces of each other s life, in the process discovering that, wonder of wonders, things were going wonderfully well. Like me, Meredith had reservations about finding somebody nice through the personals and, also like me, she couldn t believe her good fortune the first time out of the box. I think each of us kept waiting for the other to say or do something that would dampen the moment, but it didn t happen. Are we clicking? Meredith asked at one point, smiling prettily. I certainly thought so.
We wound up in bed on our third date, and as far as our budding relationship was concerned, it was the dot on the i . Calling on her experience as a showgirl, Meredith danced for me. It was a sensual, provocative dance during which she removed all of her clothes. I was harder than hard when she joined me in bed, and the feel of her warm, soft lips on my cock nearly triggered an orgasm. I struggled to hold back, relishing the feel of her velvety lips wetly sliding up and down my cock. Every so often, she would swoop down on me, the whole length of my shaft disappearing in her mouth in a maneuver that made me gasp in surprise and delight. She didn t ignore my balls, either, munching hungrily on them, sucking them hotly for a while before returning her attention to my throbbing hard on.
At my urging, Meredith positioned herself so that I could eat her as she ate me. For a few moments, I simply stared at the perfect pussy hovering above me as I ran my hands over her still firm bottom. Then I began my feast, sliding my tongue into the warm, wet folds of her sex. I heard Meredith moan softly around my cock, and then louder when I began laving her clitoris.
We continued like this for a while, each of us feasting on the other s sex, until Meredith suddenly lurched up and said, No more, Vincent. I need you inside me. Now. No sooner had the words left her mouth than she was straddling me, guiding my saliva slicked cock to her pussy and then driving down on it, impaling herself on the pole of flesh.
God, it was good to be inside her! The feel of her pussy so snug around my cock, and the sight of her in the throes of passion, face flushed, her hair whipping around as she posted on my cock, was just too much. As I started spurting, I saw Meredith s hand fly down to her pussy, where her fingers began furiously rubbing her clit, and seconds later she was crying out in orgasm.
Sorry, I said, minutes later as we relaxed on the bed. It s been awhile, and
Don t, Meredith said, smiling as she placed a finger over my lips. You ll make up for it next time, I know.
She reached down and took hold of my limp cock. Like in, say, twenty minutes? With that, she slithered down the bed and took me in her mouth.
Meredith s magic soon had me ready for action, and this time, at her request, we did it doggy style. With Meredith crouched low, her long hair fanned out over the pillow, her bottom thrust up in the air, I stroked in and out of her pussy as she grunted and groaned with pleasure. Holding myself in check, I succeeded in bringing Meredith to a sizzling orgasm before spilling my seed inside her burning pussy.
See, what did I tell you? Meredith grinned as we cuddled in the afterglow of orgasm. I think we make a pretty good team.
A pretty good team? I ll say. Here it is, three months to the day that we met, and we re still going strong. Neither one of us can believe how lucky we are, and we re certain that our experience with the personal ads is probably not the norm. But to those people who are thinking about seeking someone through the personals, Meredith and I say, Go for it! You never know.
Mr. Vince H., Minneapolis, Minnesota