We pulled off the interstate and onto the back roads. Farm fields passed by, then a small village, and then there were only the trees. The hour-long drive had been useful: wed chatted a bit about our lives, how we came to be who and what we were.

Some of what she said was new to me but not all, because we had corresponded off and on for several months. We were not quite strangers. But wed never had the chance to be alone before. Once last Spring, when a rare free evening opened up for me, Id steeled myself and put the question to her. Ah, I was too late, I learned to my immense sorrow! She already had plans, and was meeting someone else. But today at last we were together, today we were alone, today we were headed for my hunting cottage in the woods, armed with a bottle of wine and the knowledge that we had only a few short hours together. Hours we were not going to waste.

We rested for a time on the front deck, sipping the wine, watching the squirrels in the black walnut tree... A romantic venue? Not as romantic as I might have wanted it to be! The wine was so-so, although neither of us much cared the wine was just a prop. The cottage was untidy and neglected -- but it was quiet, and very private. The day was very hot -- but that may not have been such a bad thing. And there came the moment when we were ready. I have absolutely no recollection of what was said at that moment I was too much into that moment. I only remember that we rose, embraced, and went inside. She stopped in the wash room, and I could hear her disrobing. I went ahead into the big bedroom, switched on the overhead fan to start the hot air circulating, and stripped down to my shorts. I left the shorts on: I wanted her to take them off. When she came out I got my first look at her naked.

And I very much liked what I saw. No plastic porno goddess -- not tight and taut and hard-bodied but solid and rounded and healthy and middle-aged.

Mid-length brown hair. Soft looking, downward thrusting breasts, with large puffy nipples.

Reality has always trumped fantasy for me. And the reality of her naked body was its most appealing feature.

The very fact that she was there -- and looking at me with that uncertain Do you want me? look in her eyes -- was an immense turn on. I stiffened at once. Yes? she asked? Yes, I answered: My god, youre beautiful! She smiled. I kissed her and gently pulled her forward and onto the bed. Is there anything in life quite like that moment when you commit yourself to making love to a woman for the first time? A woman you have wanted for a long time? Your adrenalin races, your breath shortens, your skin seems so incredibly sensitive. You can scarcely believe what is happening. You want what is happening to race ahead at light speed to an explosive climax, you want what is happening to go on without an end, forever.. You shut out the world, forget your troubles and the passage of time. You think only of your body, and your desire, of her body and its power over you. We clung together for what seemed an age, kissing each other deeply and hungrily, rubbing our hot bodies together. I ran my hands over her I have always loved to use my hands -- touching and kneading and caressing and exploring every part of her. I began kissing her body her neck she liked that!, the inside of her arms, her ankles and toes, her inner thighs she liked that too! Her nipples were so hard! I swirled my tongue around them, kissed and sucked them, devoured them first one, than the other. She made such soft and earthy sounds: Oh. Oh.. Ah..

Yes.. Ummmmm.

I could not avoid imitating her: Yes.

Oh, baby. Ummmm! I put my hand over her bush, and pressed. Hard.

My middle finger slipped into the wet groove. We were so hot! The gentle breeze from the ceiling fan was cooling and soothing the fans soft hum was sensual and oh so right! She reached out a hand, slipped it under my shorts, and grasped my large, rigid length.

God, I thought! This is so good! She firmly, almost brusquely, ran her fingers up and down its length, exploring it, as it were. I watched her face as she did so: her eyes were closed, her lips pursed. She was into it! She was pleased. And that pleased me! Droplets formed at the tip, and I shuddered as she used them to lubricate that special spot underneath. She sat up, almost pushing me over. She pressed her right hand against my chest, and I eased down onto the bed. With her left hand she tried to slip my my shorts off and down onto the floor, but despite my effort to co-operate it took both hands and a moment of silly, erotic ballet to accomplish her goal. But then it was done I was as naked as she was and we looked at each other with such lust! A moment to remember always. She ran her hands over my chest and nipples, over my belly. She lowered her lips onto my length.