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Sharon closed her eyes an instant, concentrating on all the sensations she felt. She was a bit overwhelmed by how happy, blissful even, she was. She had not gone on an adult, romantic getaway in forever, never even. She wouldn't count a few trips to Reno or Vegas, where she hardly spent any time with Jack, and when they did, it was to have drunk sex, as romantic. No, she was on the wrong side of fifty and was living that experience for the first time and it was amazing. Everything about it was fabulous, if she was honest. From the idea that Andy planted slowly in her mind, suggesting a getaway, just the two of them away from the job and their everyday burdens, to the blossoming phase where she imagined what it would be like to spend days cooped up in a Hotel room with him, butterflies in her stomach and a delicious ache between her legs to the actual realization of it. It was an incredible experience. Since being with Andy, she learnt that she had missed on a great deal of things in her life but, at the same time, she was so very happy to be able to share all those firsts with him.
In fact, lying down near the hearth, its soft warm on her body, the feel of her satin nightgown deliciously decadent, the pounding of the rain against the windows reminded her of the first night she spent at his place. At that time, they had been intimate a few times but never spent more than a few hours in each other's arms and bed. And before that moment, she had never gone to his house with the clear intention of spending the night. It was so new and so foreign. It made her feel wanton and emancipated, every bit the grown up woman she was.
When they arrived at his place, having taken only one car since it was their weekend off, she felt so very nervous. Making love with him was still new and even though she loved being connected with him in such an intimate way, it led her to all sorts of questioning in regard to her faith. All the previous times, well all 3 times, it happened very organically. They didn't plan for it. It just happened. At that moment, standing in his kitchen, she didn't know what to do, what to expect. Were they supposed to dive right in? Shouldn't she take a shower before? Would they do that once in bed at night? Like always, Andy went out his way to make her feel welcome and secure. He told her right away he had no other expectations than to spend some quality time with her. And she truly believed it.
They had a quiet night: cooking, eating together, talking about everything and anything in the dim lights of candles, the rain heavy outside, noisy when hitting the roof and windows, before retiring to the bedroom. She could still remember her nervousness at that moment. She went to shower first and lied on the bed, trying to read her book, while waiting for him. She couldn't concentrate on the words. The soft feeling of her nightgown against her bare skin, knowing she was nude underneath her negligee, made her anticipate what was to come. A bit like today.
That night, Andy surprised her. She didn't know someone could know her body better than herself. She didn't think someone could care so much about her that he'd like to learn all her little habits. But he did, still does. She didn't know she was multiorgasmic either, until that night. She suspected since their first time together, but didn't know for sure, that she'd have more fun in bed in her late fifties than in all her life combined. It was a disturbing thing, something that shook her to her core. After two kids, a divorce, with menopause coming full steam, they were certain things she had grieved upon…
Now, lying on her belly, her legs gently swinging, the embers casting a delicious warmth on her body, she could allow herself to fully think about that night, to analyze what happened. She had not allowed herself before. It felt too decadent thinking about … about that.
She remembered first the feeling of his hot and strong hands on her hips, guiding but not directing her movements as she rode him. She had always had a love-hate relationship with that position. It was the easiest way for her to achieve gratification but Jack would sometimes, no, often, try to impose his own rhythm, annihilating all her chances at reaching the ultimate pleasure, letting her feel used and frustrated. Andy was the exact opposite. He told her he had a lifetime of orgasms and took more pleasure now in pleasing her. She believed him, to some extent. She thought he was more altruistic than her former husband and, more than anything, he knew that ultimately in giving her what she craved, he had more chances of her granting him what he wanted. That notion made her smile. Andy was a terrific chess player, it really reflected on their everyday life.
So Andy let her free reign, that night even crossing his arms over his hands, totally surrendering to her, which was a powerful aphrodisiac. She felt allowed to explore, try different things, until she found what she liked the most. She nearly felt ashamed looking so openly for her own pleasure, when she had a mind blowing orgasm not even half an hour ago, but couldn't help doing so. It felt very liberating in a way she now could explain: she was, for the first time ever, putting herself first. She was also accepting her sensual side doing so. It was something she struggled with. She understood it was mostly because of the place the religion holds in her life. It had also, and maybe mostly, to do in seeing herself as a mother more than a woman. She had her kids young, she had sacrificed a lot for them, would do so again in a heartbeat but she knew it was time for her to reconnect with Sharon. And Andy certainly helped a lot in that regard.