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This is a follow-on from the FR+: LegallyMILF that I posted a while back. Yes, I know that over a month has passed since then... and as I mentioned in that FR+, over a month passed from when I opened the lady to when I took her on a date. Our calendars were out of sync. It's not the ideal "moving fast" but I got there in the end 
This woman was nothing special really, just a typical American "soccer mom" with two teenage kids. More than anything else, I wanted to prove to myself I could do it. Although I've had a passable amount of sex in my lifetime, I've actually never laid a woman off of a cold approach before (if you don't count one who opened me when I was 19, back in 1995!—I think "cold approach" really means the man's supposed to do it, LOL)... so in a way this was a first for me. Not high-value but never mind, let's learn to lead this process through to its conclusion first, and hopefully the cute young girls will follow
No point in repeating what I wrote in the FR+; after that meeting I got shitloads of text from her (again), so I'll just pick out a few highlights from that moment on.
She texts me all sorts of other bullshit over the ensuing week (I know, guys, this is ludicrous), until I lose patience and text her this:
Turns out she just wants to walk in the sunshine. I kid her that she's just checking whether she's still attracted to me before coming to my house, but honestly I don't have time to deal with this shit. She asks if I was at Subway again picking up girls at lunchtime and I say no, I was at the university. She thinks I'm kidding and I reassure her that I'm totally serious. I then cut the conversation short and head back to the office. She texts me to ask what my favorite color is; I assume she's talking lingerie and tell her what I think'll suit her—black (frankly it's not staying on long so I don't give a fuck).
Okay, so she finally shows up tonight at 7 PM. I've prepared an entrée and bought some tarts from a local bakery for dessert. Over dinner she mentions her eldest daughter is a high-school basketball cheerleader and I tell her about the university cheerleading team captain I met last week. I figure we'll have dinner, dessert, and then fuck, but she's impatient. After we finish the entrée, I ask if she wants tea and she's like no, let's have it later. So I take her to the couch and we start kissing and I put my hand down her pants.
LMR is very token, close to zero. She half-assedly pulls my hand out the first time and starts talking about expectations... like, do I just want to get laid, do I want an occasional casual partner, or do I want something serious?
I congratulate her on taking the initiative in this manner, and tell her that a one-off kinda doesn't always feel "real" but frankly I'm not on for any commitment whatsoever, exclusivity is totally out of the question (are you kidding? LOL), can't promise anything and don't want any expectations putting pressure on us and derailing the proceedings. She's good with that and I pick up where I left off, then say "You haven't seen the rest of the house yet" and move her to the bedroom.
The next part is so straightforward it's kinda boring to write about. Pants come off in the first 30 seconds. After I start stimulating her through her panties, she asks me to slow down, and I ask if she likes men who take it slow... she giggles and I keep moving fast.
The actual sex part took some time. I needed a while to get hard, partly because of my age and partly because frankly, she's not exactly a dreamgirl. I give her cunnilingus for 10 minutes or so, then tell her to touch me in a particular way that normally gets me aroused; this works and I slam her in adapted missionary for about 10 minutes, then she wants to flip over to cowgirl-style which she seems to enjoy, and keeps going for about 15 minutes, which is fine by me as it's lower effort.
Interestingly, as she approaches orgasm she gets into a maneuver whereby she's kinda jumping up-and-down on top of me vertically, which I've never experienced before, but I have to admit it was much more exciting for me than the adapted missionary, to see her soccer-mom face with mascara smeared everywhere and sweat running down in rivulets as she screamed and brought herself to climax. She's a screamer rather than a moaner (she kidded me that my neighbors will be high-fiving me next day... I certainly hope not!). I enjoyed it more than I thought I would.
We shower and head back downstairs for dessert. Over tea I call her out on something she said; she figured I was 45 (I'm 38) and I confirm her age, which I already know is 41. She doesn't believe I'm 38 and I actually show her identification proving it. She tells me she's never had sex with a younger man before. Well, lady, there's a first time for everything
We chat a little over the next half-hour and I give her a bit of reassurance in the hope of preventing any possible sex regret (for her sake... I don't think I really care about seeing her again). The whole deal was complete in three hours with her fed, screwed, showered, dressed again and out the door.
Received a text from her about a half-hour ago, right after she got home, quite long and full of compliments and kind words ("unique", "special"...). That's cool
-Marty
This woman was nothing special really, just a typical American "soccer mom" with two teenage kids. More than anything else, I wanted to prove to myself I could do it. Although I've had a passable amount of sex in my lifetime, I've actually never laid a woman off of a cold approach before (if you don't count one who opened me when I was 19, back in 1995!—I think "cold approach" really means the man's supposed to do it, LOL)... so in a way this was a first for me. Not high-value but never mind, let's learn to lead this process through to its conclusion first, and hopefully the cute young girls will follow
No point in repeating what I wrote in the FR+; after that meeting I got shitloads of text from her (again), so I'll just pick out a few highlights from that moment on.
- Marty: How long a lunch break do you get when you're in town? And can it be extended?
(15 texts later)—she beats about the bush like nothing on Earth
L-MILF: Passionate kisses = extended lunch = hour, hour and a half, two??? Just asking how long?
- L-MILF: What's your AM look like?
(dozens of texts later)
L-MILF: Have to reschedule. Have a good day!!
- L-MILF: Thanks... I don't know what's happening to me ...after bad marriage... having a hard time feeling confident.
Marty: Hey L-MILF, stay strong at work tomorrow, don't let 'em get to you.
L-MILF: Yes, I prefer to be on top. Let's make some time. Thanks for encouragement.
She texts me all sorts of other bullshit over the ensuing week (I know, guys, this is ludicrous), until I lose patience and text her this:
Marty: Can you do dinner next Monday?
Turns out she just wants to walk in the sunshine. I kid her that she's just checking whether she's still attracted to me before coming to my house, but honestly I don't have time to deal with this shit. She asks if I was at Subway again picking up girls at lunchtime and I say no, I was at the university. She thinks I'm kidding and I reassure her that I'm totally serious. I then cut the conversation short and head back to the office. She texts me to ask what my favorite color is; I assume she's talking lingerie and tell her what I think'll suit her—black (frankly it's not staying on long so I don't give a fuck).
Okay, so she finally shows up tonight at 7 PM. I've prepared an entrée and bought some tarts from a local bakery for dessert. Over dinner she mentions her eldest daughter is a high-school basketball cheerleader and I tell her about the university cheerleading team captain I met last week. I figure we'll have dinner, dessert, and then fuck, but she's impatient. After we finish the entrée, I ask if she wants tea and she's like no, let's have it later. So I take her to the couch and we start kissing and I put my hand down her pants.
LMR is very token, close to zero. She half-assedly pulls my hand out the first time and starts talking about expectations... like, do I just want to get laid, do I want an occasional casual partner, or do I want something serious?
I congratulate her on taking the initiative in this manner, and tell her that a one-off kinda doesn't always feel "real" but frankly I'm not on for any commitment whatsoever, exclusivity is totally out of the question (are you kidding? LOL), can't promise anything and don't want any expectations putting pressure on us and derailing the proceedings. She's good with that and I pick up where I left off, then say "You haven't seen the rest of the house yet" and move her to the bedroom.
The next part is so straightforward it's kinda boring to write about. Pants come off in the first 30 seconds. After I start stimulating her through her panties, she asks me to slow down, and I ask if she likes men who take it slow... she giggles and I keep moving fast.
The actual sex part took some time. I needed a while to get hard, partly because of my age and partly because frankly, she's not exactly a dreamgirl. I give her cunnilingus for 10 minutes or so, then tell her to touch me in a particular way that normally gets me aroused; this works and I slam her in adapted missionary for about 10 minutes, then she wants to flip over to cowgirl-style which she seems to enjoy, and keeps going for about 15 minutes, which is fine by me as it's lower effort.
Interestingly, as she approaches orgasm she gets into a maneuver whereby she's kinda jumping up-and-down on top of me vertically, which I've never experienced before, but I have to admit it was much more exciting for me than the adapted missionary, to see her soccer-mom face with mascara smeared everywhere and sweat running down in rivulets as she screamed and brought herself to climax. She's a screamer rather than a moaner (she kidded me that my neighbors will be high-fiving me next day... I certainly hope not!). I enjoyed it more than I thought I would.
We shower and head back downstairs for dessert. Over tea I call her out on something she said; she figured I was 45 (I'm 38) and I confirm her age, which I already know is 41. She doesn't believe I'm 38 and I actually show her identification proving it. She tells me she's never had sex with a younger man before. Well, lady, there's a first time for everything
We chat a little over the next half-hour and I give her a bit of reassurance in the hope of preventing any possible sex regret (for her sake... I don't think I really care about seeing her again). The whole deal was complete in three hours with her fed, screwed, showered, dressed again and out the door.
Received a text from her about a half-hour ago, right after she got home, quite long and full of compliments and kind words ("unique", "special"...). That's cool
-Marty
