I expected him merely to put his prior observations into words, but he sat upright facing my chair and began a slow, intimate look at me. He described my body as if he could see me naked, his words exciting me in a way I had never experienced before.
Watching his eyes, my skin tingled where I perceived them looking. With a mind of its own, I felt my body turning and posing for his examination. My nipples stiffened inside my heavy bra; a glance proved they weren’t showing but that didn’t affect the way he talked about them. He said he wished he could see my breasts. I figured he might someday, but not thirty minutes into our acquaintance.
When he asked if he should continue, the sultry tone of my own voice answering him surprised me. He began describing my pubic region with clinical accuracy. Did he have medical training? He knew women’s bodies and even predicted I had cameltoe issues. Building excitement caused me to fear I would leak noticeably.
When he was done, I couldn’t help voicing my reactions. “Well! You were sexually explicit … but complimentary. You didn’t frighten me …” I was about to admit how his words aroused me but noticed his hard cock standing up between his thighs as if watching me. “Oh my God! Why do you have an erection?”
Brett made some comment about his condition being my fault because my body was so sexy looking but I was too distracted to listen closely; I got my wish! Sitting back in his chair, he said it was my turn to describe his appearance. I did not hesitate to accept his invitation, taking up a sitting position next to his hip in the same manner he did.
Leaning forward, my head hovered a mere foot above his statuesque cock. Despite the visual dominance of his member, I was also aware of his other features: handsome face, chest hair, and trim, muscular body.
I hadn’t had intercourse in more than a dozen years and never in my life with such a visually pleasing, studly sized, young man. As a petite woman, I worried about getting a cock of his size inside me because my smaller rabbit fits snugly and full entry is attainable only after I’m adequately aroused. I wanted more than the stimulating penetration my toy provides anyway; I desired human interaction that included passionate kisses, caressing hands, and strong arms holding me.
I wasn’t concerned that I might be showing my interest in his stunning physical attributes because I was certain by then that he had sexual interest in me despite my age. Still, I didn’t want him thinking I was the kind of woman who would have a wild romp on his patio lounger.
My expectation was to know real passion with a man, to be seduced but without haste. Performing a conversational balancing act, I alternately spoke with encouragement and hesitation. I started with his overall fitness, my ballet background providing useful knowledge until I focused my descriptions on his excited member.
“You have so much more experience with opposite-sex nudity than I do. To tell the truth, you’re the only man I’ve seen naked other than my husband. To say your cock is the biggest I’ve ever seen is meaningless. Matt was so shy that I’ve already seen more of your cock today than I saw of his in our entire marriage. I can only remember catching a brief glimpse of him erect a few times.
“I think you’re twice as long as my husband was … and thicker, too. I suspect he was undersized which makes the difference more remarkable. Your cock is long even when soft. Having observed the transformation up close, I can tell your cock expands but doesn’t grow in length much. My husband grew from a little stub to maybe triple its length yet was still short and skinny.”
Drawing from the way he described me, I mentioned every detail I could. “I’d describe your erection as straight and thick; the head looks like a helmet. I recognize you are circumcised whereas Matt wasn’t, but I can’t remember what his foreskin was like. You don’t have any pubic hair of course; I didn’t even know people removed pubic hair until I met you. I can see straight lines where hair starts. Being hairless there, I can clearly see your testicles that seem to be drawn up tight to your body. I thought they hang loosely.”
I leaned down for a closer look at him, silent for the moment, when I noticed his cock jerk and sway as if performing a weird fertility dance meant to entice me. As I watched, a drop of clear fluid developed at the pee hole. When it slid off, it didn’t fall as a droplet but rather stretched into a glistening thread from his cock to his stomach. I had no idea what it was.
Brett called it pre-cum and explained it in detail. He suggested that I feel the fluid with my fingers but I sternly declined, afraid that he was tempting me to touch him to advance his own objectives. He denied trying to start any sexual contact, merely wanting to educate me with tactile evidence. I believed those were his motives, but sat back to tone down his excitement. As a result, his erection soon softened so that his cock settled onto his belly instead of levitating over it.
Although our conversation continued along sexual lines, the details changed from intimate appraisals to past influences. Despite conversing for the first time with him, I was frank about my early experiences as well as my husband’s attitudes and our limited marital sex habits. A perceptive man could easily learn what my hang-ups were and use my emerging curiosities to develop an approach to seduce me.
Brett also gave more details about relationships in his life. He had accepted opportunities for impromptu sex but preferred patiently seducing his partners and continuing relationships. His answers were helping me check off attributes that would confirm him as my choice for the partner that would unlock my passion.
Our chat ended as suppertime arrived. Because I mentioned running and swimming for exercise at a health club, Brett invited me back for another chat and suggested bringing a bathing suit so I could swim in his pool. Since I was leery of entering his house yet, I was happy to hear him mention the little room in the pool house I could use for changing clothes.
He walked me back to his fence gate. I extended my hand to shake his but he stepped close and pulled me into a hug. Out of habit, I leaned my shoulders into the hug to avoid contacting his naked loins. My stiff reaction made my departure feel awkward to me; did he sense anything negative?
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As I walked home, I worried that after spending hours showing sexual interest, I blew it in the end with my cold shoulder reaction to his social gesture. Molly would know what I should do. I called her for advice before I was even halfway home. Of course, she wanted to know every detail and our lengthy chat delayed my supper another hour.
She admitted being excited about the progress my enlightenment was making. Even though she was eager to share opinions and advice with me since I became a widow, she sought complete understanding of my situation before speaking her piece. As was her habit, she let me describe our encounter and our entire conversations to get a feel for what stood out in my thinking. Then she asked questions to learn what she thought was relative.