A Sexy Sensual Affair ♕

Sexy sensual affair with a married man over spring break.

 

I love Spring when the lovemaking of earth and rain get all exhibitionistic.  Breeding and birthing under the sun and showers of fertile skies. I was feeling a little blue myself one evening and the change in weather inspired my longing for a sexy, sensual affair. Yet after my calls ended- there was no one to squeeze between my thighs. Everyone was gone with their families for a day of sexual revelry or religious reverence. Even my energetic neighbor I like to fuck sometimes when his asexual wife is away was gone too. No surprise his unfriendly wife didn’t invite me, I am the hot neighbor who never dresses for winter.

Many of my casual lovers assume I’m always busy with the next kinky sex party, or sexy, sensual affair.

Sometimes they’re right, but often I hunger for more and ache with needs too. Tonight I was not in the mood for young black cock-sucking. This night I was so horny and well, longing to be penetrated deeply, physically and emotionally.  Just for one night, or at least several hours. I put on a sheer beige skirt and blouse that barely veiled my nipples hardening in the evening breeze.  If any man stared at the curve of my supple thighs long enough he’d undoubtedly see that my swollen tender pussy was dripping with a need that sweetly stained my skirt with a sensual blend of natural oils and juices. Honey that transferred from my lips to my fingers when I sucked them while dipping them into the coconut oil. Which I used to relieve my aching clitoris. The syrup of the orgasms I gave myself before stepping into the night to find someone to touch me in places that I cannot reach alone.

Some lucky man to share a sexy sensual affair with me.

To my surprise, in the quiet corner of a cafe, one of my callers recommended it to me.  I saw an older man sitting alone. He was handsome in a natural way. The kind of man who practices good hygiene but doesn’t obsess over his appearance or spend too much time taking selfies. He was masculine in a way I sometimes wish more men my age were. He was mature, authentic, and by the ring on his finger – married. Still, he sat alone with a cup of coffee, a briefcase, and what looked like far too much work in front of him. Either he was traveling for business or was in trouble at home.

Being intuitive, I could feel that he might be longing for the same things as me, so I asked if I could sit on the chaise alongside his cluttered coffee table. He looked up at me with surprise and gratitude. In my mind, I saw the future – his body penetrating every part of mine in a slow sexy, sensual affair.

“Definitely… Please.” He answered.

He was working away from home and shared that he and his wife had not had sex in four months. She seems to have just lost all desire and he shared that made him feel expired and unsure. As is so often the case with men who forget how sexy they are, or whose partners forget to remind them in the hustle of daily life.  He was totally unaware of the effect the richness of his voice or the beads of sweat at his hairline have on women whose senses are fully awake. It wasn’t long before my thick nipples were in his mouth and we shared an experience I hope to share with you, my love.