Dating during a pandemic has been problematic to say the least. I’m very fortunate in these difficult times, I have a fabulous husband at home. For those who have had to quarantine alone or people who are single and trying to date, I’m sure it’s been far worse. Some of my friends and I have discussed dating quite a bit and it seems that most people are having a hard time meeting anyone new. People seem to tell similar stories of a few days of chat and then no further responses from one side or another. I’ve seen this happening to both men and women, just another 2020 tragedy, the death of dating. I have heard from a few men from my past in recent months. A few of them I would chat with, a couple of them I ignored, and one in particular, well, I just couldn’t say no.
I met Ty in the fall of 2017 when he was only 20. I have blogs about him that I’ve written over the past few years. We have one of those stupid relationships where we bicker by text, block one another, and then fuck a few weeks later. I was often his post break-up fall back and would hear from him frequently when things didn’t work out with a woman his own age. This seemed to happen every few months over the past three years. That being said, I was kind of flattered. He is a very attractive guy. He has his own apartment and a job at which he works hard. He’s flaky though and used to cancel our plans occasionally so, for a while, I stopped answering him. He would send a couple of kind texts about missing or craving me and I would give in and respond. Sometimes he would answer me back again and sometimes not. This nonsense was frustrating. I started to hear from him again a month or two ago when I was having a hard time meeting new people. I told my husband that I heard from Ty.
My husband had met Ty and we even had a threesome together once. It bothered Hubby that Ty has been a jerk to me at times but he knew that I liked fucking Ty. Hubby encouraged me to go see him. I think Hubby wanted to get me out of the house as I was being a grumpy homebody when everything was closed in the city due to Covid. Ty worked at home and hadn’t been going out. He was one of a few stoners that I had seen over the last five years that preferred to stay home anyway. I’m not sure if people like this are even noticing that things are closed. I usually prefer to go out and have some fun with lovers such as bars, seeing live music, comedy clubs and the like, but nothing was open anyway and I needed to have a little fun. The one thing that I always knew with Ty is that he would always make sure that I had a great orgasm or two. He wasn’t a generous person with his time or energy, except for in the bedroom (or on the couch or the floor…you get the idea). He knew his way around my pussy and handled my clit with expertise, on par with my husband in ease of making me cum. I have seen Ty a few times over the past couple of months. I have been meaning to write about him but have just not been in a writing mood.
When I saw him last week, it was becoming a more regular thing. He had moved into an apartment earlier this year which was quite close to my house. We were convenient choices for one another. That use to bother me but he’s getting a bit older and more mature now. He’s more respectful of my time. We don’t bicker and we even tried to unblock one another from Instagram but couldn’t figure out how. We always have had fun when we’re together. We laugh a lot and discuss all kinds of things. I think he likes to get an older person’s perspective on a variety of things. We have very little in common of course with a 25 year age difference, but you would never know it when we hang out. He makes me feel sexy. That’s kind of why I do this in the first place.
On a recent afternoon, I arrived at Ty’s for our play date. I noticed the security guard had been following me from my car as I walked to his apartment. I’m not sure if a woman my age in a nice dress and heels was suspected to be a burglar, if the security guard was making sure that I was safe or if he was a pervert. I think when dashing young Ty opened his door and gave me a kiss, the security guard probably thought that I was a prostitute. Ty got me a beer and we sat on the couch. We watched some of the basketball playoffs and chatted, catching up on each other’s lives. As we casually chatted, Ty licked his fingers, reached under my dress and slid my panties to the side. He seemed surprised that I was wearing panties and promptly removed them. We still were chatting as he began to ever so gently graze my clit with his moist fingertips. He would slowly move his finders back and forth, slide them down my lips to my wetness and back to my clit. We continued to chat.
This was pretty common for us. We often chit chatted during foreplay. It wasn’t dirty talk. We just would still laugh and talk, almost not acknowledging the fact that he would be making me orgasm shortly. I always have joked with him about teaching classes in touching a woman (and his oral skills are on point as well). These recent visits have mostly started in a similar manner. He liked to make me cum early on. It seemed like a thank you for making the drive over. Sometimes, it can take me a while to have an orgasm, but Ty knew my body well. He took his time working me up, almost teasing me by touch. He would stop and start again. I think he would notice at some point in our conversation that I began to breathe more rapidly. He would stop talking when I would start to moan. He leaned over me to bite my nipple as I ran my fingers through his soft hair. He shuddered a bit at my touch and he started to quicken the tease to my clit with a few of his fingers, never being too rough, but seemingly to know when to quicken to speed of his touch. He’s like a human vibrator. I leaned into his chest and kissed his neck. I was coming close and closed my eyes, leaning my head back. It’s a lingering cum for me and I gently moan as my brain is taken to that euphoric state that only an orgasm can create. He stops to let me catch my breath and take a swig of my beer but not for long.
His clothes are discarded as is my dress. I now lie naked on his couch. Ty is still in his cotton boxers (with a bit of wetness showing along with an erection). He is sitting back with my legs across his lap. He begins to touch me again. This time he combines slipping a finger inside of me, fingering me a bit as he tend to my clit in the same erotic manner as round one. I hadn’t even teased his cock yet but I could see that it was needing attention. He continued to tend to my pussy, telling me that he wanted me to cum for him again. I ran my fingernails up from his balls to the tip of his cock which was now trying to peek out of his shorts. It was Ty’s turn to lean his head back and let out a little moan. I teased him over his shorts, beginning to grab and rub his cock, slowly but firmly, still with the underwear barrier. He was determined to make me cum again before we fucked. I knew this because he told me so. The chit chat had taken a turn to the naughty side. I could feel myself about to cum again and even noticed that I had stopped tending to his cock. I became a bit selfish for a moment. I would be a more generous lover after that second orgasm though.
After I came, I knelt on his rug, settling in between his thighs. I started by stroking his cock and licking his balls. I looked up at his handsome face as I took his cock into my mouth. Ty always enjoyed my mouth. There were times when he enjoyed it a bit too soon. I had gotten to know him well enough now that I would stop sucking before any eruptions would occur. He had to at least fuck me. He knew he could always go back and finish in my mouth as we had done that before on numerous occasions. I hadn’t fucked him yet though so I took a little time to tease his cock. I would hold it in my mouth and rub my tongue around on it. I would pop the head out of my mouth and then take it back to my throat. I would gag and drool and then Ty would be reaching for a condom. Sometimes we would change positions a lot as we fucked but this day I just straddled him on the couch.
He cupped and caressed my breasts (which were basically in front of his face) as I toyed with his hair. I watched him tend to my breasts, looking downward, as I began to ride up and down on my young lover’s cock. He held me tighter and started to thrust upward as if he wanted to be as deep inside of me as he possibly could. I was sure he would be asking me to kneel so he could fuck me from behind as he usually did. He seemed to be enjoying the fucking rhythm that we had going and I could tell that he was content with cumming with me on top, cowgirl style. I was right as he advised me that he was going to cum (which I highly recommend as it is very sexy to hear). With an upward thrust and a moan, I could feel the intensity of his orgasm by the throbbing cock inside of me. I leaned down to kiss him as we slowed untangled ourselves from one another. We may not see each other as regularly as I would like, nor go out on the town much, but there is something fantastic about good sexual chemistry. I don’t ever remember having a bad sexual experience with Ty. There are times when I wished it was longer or we had time for more rounds but there is always mutual satisfaction. We may have an odd relationship but I do appreciate the connection we have, no matter how superficial it may be. Any connection is rare these days. I quite simply enjoy moments of passion and those are always heightened when the chemistry is good. The chemistry with Ty was just the right formula and just what I needed for a splendid afternoon.
-Juliet Adelaide
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