I Still Call Her Forty

I knew her name while we were talking. But I’ve genuinely forgotten it since.

I had never cheated before. My relationship was coming up on some problems that we weren’t able to work through. We since have and we’re close now even though we’re not together.

I’ve heard some guys self detonate when they’re unsure how to go about navigating problems due to past hurt. Maybe that’s what this was.

I got the bumble app. I had been swiping for a while when I decided to open up the age bracket to include women up to the age of 40. It wasn’t long when I matched with her. It was a Thursday and we made plans to meet for a drink on Saturday. I was so scared that someone we knew would see me there with her. Turns out I didn’t need to worry for long. She came dressed up with makeup, a showy red dress and high heels. She wasn’t skinny but it showed that she took decent care of herself.

She was quite chatty and fairly forward. After a few moments she said ‘so how about it? Want to come back to my place?’

We arranged for me to follow her back. She was housesitting. She was going through a divorce and her friends had invited her to take care of their place while they were away. My heart was still pounding as she poured me a wine and we sat in the lounge room. She faced me and was rubbing on my crotch. I wasn’t in a hurry. I knew what was going to happen. She, was definitely in a hurry. Clearly running from some amount of pain and justifying it by calling it arousal and sexual exploration. I wanted to tease and play and let the tension do it’s work. She just wanted to fuck. But I wanted it too so we headed up to the bedroom where we undressed. She looked alright for an older woman. Not glamorous but tidy and with more than a handful to play with. She was clearly used to missionary position and the guy just pumping away on top until he came in her. She wasn’t easy to move into positions. She was stiff and resistant. I tried to relax her and was moderately successful. Eventually though I just had to work with what I had in front of me.

I later her down after as much teasing as I thought I could get away with. When your partner is in a hurry, taking your time and teasing can make them bored rather than making them hot. Her ankles on my shoulders I lined her up and slid in slow.

She moaned. The first genuine and vulnerable expression from this woman yet! I slid out in again a few more times as she took me in. Oh that angle!

So I’m not sure if it’s just the way I grew or if it was from being too rough on myself during my formative years but I’m shaped a little differently to most. Fully erect I point straight out instead of up. I’m average length, maybe 6.75 inches. This isn’t so uncommon but I have a gentle curve so that my tip faces the floor maybe two meters in front of me. A little like a banana with the curve facing down. Turns out it’s really useful for touching places that woman aren’t used to. I’ve never since had anyone complain. If anything they seem to be in a hurry to have me take them from behind. Even if we never did it that way before. When I gently ask why, there’s usually a pause and they mumble something about angles. It didn’t take me long as a young man to figure out how to use my unique shape to help her lose her mind in ecstasy. We haven’t really fucked until I’ve made you drool while your focus is elsewhere.

I started to pick up the pace a little. Glad I had finally gotten her out of her head a little. I kept up the intensity, switching it up and changing position often enough to make sure she didn’t get caught up in thinking again. It takes a calm mind for a woman to not jump on the first orgasm offered to her but I tried to take my time getting there. She was quite loose and I was using protection so it wasn’t all that good for me. I considered mixing it up with some other forms of play but didn’t feel she was ready for that and I didn’t feel the attraction necessary to compensate with my own arousal.

Her orgasms were small and a little smothered. Like she was too desperate for them and didn’t give them the space they needed to really roll like a wave over her body.

The next time I saw her it was much the same. Here’s some wine, quick take me and distract me.

I only saw her twice. I had to mute the app we met on as it kept blowing up constantly. I would ignore her as it was impossible to keep up with her constant messaging. But she kept on chatting away about our beautiful connection and how hot she still was for her young little flame.

I don’t remember her name but when I spoke of her with my good friend. I got to calling her forty. That’s who she still is to me.

I saw her twice after. Both times I was with another date, this time my own age. I saw her look out the corner of her eyes and try not to make it obvious. But it was.

She was my first older woman. I’d definitely do it again. But not because I was cheating and she needed a distraction from her divorce. But because I was really into it.