Rachel was no longer interested in sex. At forty, she was a young widow and had remained chaste since her husband's death three years previously. It was not that she did not occasionally feel sexual urges. However, she did not want sex and what went with it. Sex was messy both physically and emotionally, and she satisfied her urges when she had them with her trusty vibrator.
However, she liked one man as a friend, John. She saw him only as a friend. They would sometimes go out for supper or take in a movie.
However, the way John looked at her made it evident that he desired her, so she ignored that side of John.
John was well over six feet tall and built like a wrestler with large muscles. Deep down, he had a well-controlled desire for intimacy with her. She sensed that desire, but it frightened her.
Her husband, before he passed away, had been an inferior lover, and she had never had an orgasm with a man.
She knew John wanted her. She wrestled between her desires and her unease with sex.
John's bulk and strength intimidated her, as she had never had a relationship with someone like him.
With time, she concluded that if he genuinely wanted her, he would have to make the first move, and she would decide at that point what she would do.
Then came the day. She was busy in her kitchen, dealing with some pots and pans, when John came to call. She met him at the door. She was wearing a lovely spring dress, but due to the heat, she had nothing under it, no bra or panties.
She invited him in and returned to the kitchen. Turning around to return to her chores, he scooped her into his arms.
"John, what are you doing?" she yelped.
"Rachel, I've wanted you for years. Today, I decided I would make you mine, and if you refused, I would be out of your life forever."
She struggled as she attempted to assess what was happening to her, but he was a man with a mission, and that mission was her.
This excited her, and she could sense long-forgotten desires welling through her body. She had never felt that before, either with him or with any other man. This was new.
"John, I'm scared. I've never had an orgasm with a man. I don't know what sex is about, apart from the smut I occasionally see on TV."
"Never? Not even with your husband. Not in the seventeen years you were married."
"He is the only man I have ever had who made love to me. I came to him a virgin, and he never was able to satisfy me. The only times I have had an orgasm is with my vibrator."
"You poor deprived woman. I make no promises except that I'll do my best. Rachel, I want you so much. I have wanted you, it seems, forever."
He sat her on the counter and spread her legs wide, but not before he kissed her passionately. She responded to him with passion, letting her tongue slip slyly between his lips. While kissing her, he put his leg between her thighs, spreading her legs open.
She felt her pussy get soaked and tingle as he parted her thighs.
His strong fingers reached down, and he gently caressed her mound before inserting a finger into her hot pussy.
She moaned as his finger found her magic spot and massaged it.
She broke the silence with a moan. "That feels so good," she said in a hushed tone.
"John, I'm yours. Please take me and use me. Please be gentle. It's been such a long time that I feel I am almost a virgin again."
He stepped away for just a moment and removed his clothes.
"Rachel, get undressed. I want to feast my eyes on your beauty.
"I'm not beautiful. I'm forty years old. My breasts are beginning to sag, and my ass is wider than it has ever been,"
"You're wrong. I can tell you that any man would desire your body. I have seen men look at you when we go to supper or a movie. You are more than beautiful. You are gorgeous. Now get out of those clothes, and let me make love to you."
She turned her back to him and slithered out of her dress. She stood with her back to him and hid her breasts and pussy with her arm and hand.
He spun her around and held her at arm's length to look at her.
"Don't be shy. Give me your hands."
Blushing, she obeyed, and he let out a groan.
"You are not only beautiful, you are gorgeous," he said almost breathlessly.
She looked at him simultaneously, admiring his manly chest, sculptured abs, and powerful arms. When she saw his cock she let out a gasp. "So big. John, you are going to split me in two."
"Don't worry. Soon, you will welcome it into you, and I assure you it will feel so good that you will crave it more than you can imagine."
He lifted her back up to sit on the counter and pulled up a chair to where his face was just inches away from her hot, wet, and luscious cunt. He licked his lips in anticipation before he bent down, and with his firm flat tongue, he took one long lick from the back to the front of her cunt. It made her squirm with delight.
She wondered how this could feel. The intimacy made her insides melt, and she shivered with delight.
He licked her inner labia and outer lips and nibbled on them, bringing a moan to her lips. He started slurping and lapping and sucking on her cunt, and she lifted her hips, thrusting against his mouth. His lips found her clit, he licked all around it before sucking her little nub between his lips, but seeing it swell, he slowed down. He wanted her to enjoy this for a long time.