PIT2/16: Three Days
Points In Time
Friday, June 18, 2009
Chicago, Illinois
Day One (X) rated
3:10 PM Central Standard Time
Not pretty. Not what one would consider as ‘cute’.
Not ugly. Not what one would consider as ‘homely’.
Barbara has a ‘kind’ face. Barbara has the kind of face that within a crowd would be passed without a second glance.
For the minute or so that my arms were about Barbara, looking into her dark brown eyes I sense an aura of…?. An aura of Goodness. An aura of gentleness. An aura of kindness.
“Hi, honey.” Barbara said …and my heart melted.
Straight, dark brown hair brushed back partially covered her ears. Minimal eye liner highlighting beautiful, almond shaped, dark brown eyes. Being a heavyset woman, Barbara’s face was absolutely wrinkle free , allowing her the benefit of looking years younger than her ‘fifty-four’’ –which could be the reason I thought her too young – With but a bit of ‘blush’, Barbara’s complexion was flawless. A straight nose perfectly suited to her face, her lips, Oh, God! Barbara’s smile was absolutely heart-warming.
“Hi, honey, yourself...” I said, fighting the urge to kiss her again “… I thought you said you were shy.”
“Yeah, I am, but I’ve been waiting months to do that.”
Thinking, So much for getting wrong signals. Looking about, seeing people looking at this—so I perceived—old man and extremely affectionate appearing young woman, “Think we better get out of here?” I suggested.
Walking to the United Luggage carousel, “Why don’t you cancel your room? So long as they’re paying for mine…” Barbara said brazenly “...we might as well both use it.”
Hoping for, but not expecting this, “You really want me to? To spend the weekend with you?”
“Do I ‘really’ want you to? ‘Oh, yeah’!” she said emphatically. “I want us to have every minute together we can.”
Oh, God! Thank you, God! “Thanks, honey, ‘me, too’!” I said just as emphatically.
“Check-in time’s not till four,”
This being a drizzly, rather dreary Chicago June day, after making the required telephone call, our suitcases alongside, Barbara and I stood beneath the outside overhang at the ‘Arrivals’ curb awaiting the limousine that would take us to downtown Chicago and the Allerton Hotel.
PIT: 4:20 PM
I’d guess due to our ‘twenty-one’ year age difference, looking at Barbara and me dubiously, “Twin Beds or ‘king size sing;e’?” The guy at the ‘check in’ counter asked.
As though the guy had asked the stupidest of questions, “ ‘Single’!” Barbara stated emphatically.
Taking the elevator to the sixteenth floor, turning right, we walked to the far end of the hallway, to room 1665. Taking three tries to pop the lock, finally opening the door, we entered our ‘honeymoon suite’.
Our meeting at the airport had been spontaneous…
But here, now? Although our ‘living together’ this weekend was her idea— which I whole-hardheartedly wanted, now feeling a bit unnerved, once again I had no idea what to expect or what to do, or, more importantly, what Barbara expected or wanted me to do… or how far she wanted me to go.
Having a corner room, we were afforded a panoramic view of Michigan Avenue. Though still gray and raining, below there were hundreds or possibly thousands of people scurrying about.
To the north the ‘Wrigley Building’ along with one of the bridges spanning the ‘Chicago River’ easily within sight.
“Great view!”
Joining me. Standing closely behind me, her arms about my waist. “Yes...” she said, pulling my hips and ass backward “...great view.”
Turning from the window, “Barb!” our lips coming together our tongues touched and my hand, finding it’s way beneath the bottom of her jacket pulled the tail of her blouse from the band of her skirt and, feeling the smooth, soft warmth of her bare back, our lips touched again and, kissing, backing to the bed, dropping onto it we lay closely face to face, breast to chest.
“Mitch, I want to tell you something.”
The tone of Barbara’s voice serious, immediately visualizing the scared area where the beautiful Euro/Asian woman, ‘Janice,’ had a partial mastectomy.
Body tensing, moving back a bit… “Cancer?”
“ ‘Cancer’?” Realizing what Mitchell assumed. “No, I’ve got both tits… It’s just that… ‘Chuck’ and me haven’t had ‘relations’… My husband and me haven’t fucked in years and, ‘baby’…” squirming tightly against me “... I am ‘so’ fucking hot for you!”
Exposing probably one of Barbara’s — as of then, most prevalent ‘aura’s: Passion!
Once we both realized that it was more than our literary endeavors that attracted us, the sexual Emails between the then unseen Barbara and myself more so a fantasy, but here, now, in ‘real’ time...with the ‘real’ Barbara…
Now knowing what she looked like, another instantaneous message flashing through my brain: Never thought ‘matronly’ women might be horny, then again, a matronly women might be hornier than a pretty woman.
Three thousand miles distant, the written word ‘so’ different than… Surprised at hearing her speak this way.
“..My husband and me haven’t fucked in years and, ‘baby’…” squirming tightly against me “... I am ‘so’ fucking hot for you!”
“Me, too, baby…” sensing the little blue pill I had swallowed during the limo ride to the hotel working “...I’m fucking hot for you, too!”
My hand finding it’s way beneath the elastic band of Barbara’s panties and, Oh, God, I held the largest, softest, smoothest warmest ass cheek I’d ever held and holding it, urging Barbara even closer, her tongue probing even deeper and her hand, now fumbling with the zipper to my fly...
Holding her off. “Wait, baby!”
Always enjoying the sexual drama of watching a woman get naked the first time, and knowing that the is watching me, too.
Standing, kicking my shoes off, watching as, standing on the other side of the bed, Barbara did the same.
Watching as...
Barbara’s eyes on me, as mine on her...
Partially lowering my jeans, and as I wore no shorts...
Watching now as Barbara stood only in transparently sheer matching bra and panties...
Her eyes on me, watching now as...
Lowering my jeans, sparing not one blood cell, my stiff dick springing into full view.
Hearing a sharp intake of breath from the other side of the bed, I watched as, reaching behind her back, unclasping her bra...
Remembering our sexiest, most revealing personal conversations when we felt there was ‘no’ chance of actually ever meeting…
When expelling thoughts of Barbara being obese or possibly crippled, my mind imagined this woman three thousand miles away as I wanted her to be.
Those torrid Emails sent between Barbara and myself hard to attribute to the matronly woman standing but six feet away…
Whom with in each passing moment is becoming more and more attractive.
Remembering
lippy1.fatboy.net
Honey, talk to me about your breasts. I love natural breasts that look and feel as natural breasts. If they droop, that’s just fine, as a matter of fact, that is more than fine. The complexion of your nipples; light or dark.
Size: If you were comparing your nipples to… fore-instance coins, are we looking at quarters, half-dollars, silver dollars or larger?
beachbaby.global.com
You like breasts,huh? Well, you’ve come to the right gal. My breasts are kind of on the large side and natural, 100% real. I am 54 years old, not 20, so droop they do, but are very soft to touch and my nipples do excite very easily and I love when ‘you’ touch them, pull them gently, and mostly when you suck on them. The complexion is light pink, the areola are , uh, larger than silver-dollars. And if you’re interested, or going to ask, I’ve still a hairy pussy.
lippy1.fatmail.net
‘Interested’! Baby, I’m still in pajamas and you’ve got my cock poking straight out of the fly. Oh, yeah, baby, I am interested in your hairy pussy! What color’s your hair there.?
beachbaby.global.com
There, dark brown. ‘LOL’, a lot lighter on my head.
lippy1.fatboy.net
When you say you nipples are sensitive, do you mean they excite easily? Or become slightly painfully sensitive?
beachbaby.global.com
When I say my nipples are sensitive, I mean they excite easily, touch or lick them and they tighten right up.
lippy1.fatboy.net
I love it when that happens.
beachbaby.global.com
Me, to...You like oral, Mitchie?
lippy1.fatboy.net
I’d love the feel of your warm thighs on either side of my face while I eat your pussy.
beachbaby.global.com
Me too, baby, I’d ‘love’ the feel of your head between my thighs, and your tongue in my pussy.
God, Mitchie, I’m so fucking hot! Tell me about your cock.
lippy1.fatboy.net
I’ve told you about Elysium.
beachbaby.global.com
Yes. And know what, Mitchie? I’d love to have been there with you!
lippy1.fatboy.net
And I’d love to have had you there with me at Elysium… About my cock? They don’t walk around with them on purpose, not usually, but of course I’ve seen guys with boners and being a guy — and not ashamed to admit it, but sometimes I would mentally compare myself to other guys dicks and actually, from what I can tell, I’m pretty much average… Not really too long, well, I don’t dangle and swing much, but I remember someone years ago telling me that I was much thicker than her husband, so.. .
beachbaby.global.com
Mitchie, my pussy’s dripping.
lippy1.fatboy.net
Something else I’d love is me on the bottom with you on top leaning over me with my cock in your pussy from behind with your tits dangling over my mouth where I can reach and suck your nipples.
My God, Barb, you’ve turned me on... Big time.
beachbaby.global.com
“ ‘YOU’! You’re turned on!
I’d love the position you said, and as far as being turned on, ‘yes’, damn it. How did we get here. I turned ‘you’ on big time? Mitchie, can I ask you something?
lippy1.fatboy.net
Yeah, baby.
beachbaby.global.com
You still got a boner?
lippy1.fatboy.net
Oh, yeah, baby, I sure do!
beachbaby.global.com
If we were together now, you know I’d love to feel it in my mouth sucking it!
lippy1.fatboy.net
Baby, it’s only about eight-thirty here and I’m still in pajamas so my cock’s highly accessible and I wish you were here sucking it, also.
Thirty seconds passing, before...
beachbaby.global.com
Mmmmmm!
lippy1.fatboy.net
You want to fuck?
beachbaby.global.com
Oh, Baby! Don’t know about you, but I already have.
lippy1.fatboy.net
I’m working on it, baby!
PIT: An improbable thing happening on that morning at 8:38 AM in Westlake Village, California and 11:38 AM in Long Island, New York—three thousand miles from each other, Barbara Longford and Mitchell Lipensky had vicarious long distance intercourse.
If I thought I loved this woman before, loving her all the more because...
Five feet, four inches tall, absolutely curvaceous, standing nude. Barbara Longford has a deep waist, wide hips, large tits, and by what I’d felt when I held her ass...
Let me state right here and now; my wife was one of those eternally thin women so my fantasy women have been on the on the ‘chubby’ side. So again, let me state right here and now, Barbara’s weight not a deterrent. The sight of Barbara’s curvy, ‘chubby’ body hardly a deterrent, actually just the opposite.
Hoping Barbara is, minimally, as attracted to me as I am to her because, here I am, a seventy-four year old man who could easily afford to lose twenty pounds with more than a bit of a belly along with a major set of “love handles.”
Watching now as Barbara unclasped her bra... letting it drop to the floor...
My breath catching, drooping naturally, Barbara’s full breasts – out of my fantasies – were the breasts of a mature, fifty-four year old woman, and, due to her complexion, surprising me, exciting me, the color of her nipples were a light pink, the areola — as she’d said, larger than the size of silver-dollars… much larger.
We’d been standing on opposite sides at the foot of the bed, now moving closer, standing a foot apart, I watched as Barbara lowered and stepped out of her panties...
Unable to hold back, pulling her into my arms, my dick pushing through the trimmed triangle of her dark brown pubic hair, actually sensing the slick moisture that had permeated the lips of her vagina, falling onto the bed, her on the bottom, me on top, stopping a moment to gaze at the sight of this beautiful woman beneath me, at her face, at the spread of her naturally laying breasts, foreplay out of the question, ”I love you,” I said as...
Beneath me, her thighs open to me, her eyes half closed, the erectile flesh of her nipples tightening, the color turning a deeper shade of pink, “Me, too, baby.” Barbara said, as moving her pelvis upward, her hand reaching to me, taking hold of me…
Inserting me...
No longer three thousand miles between us. No longer ‘any’ distance between us…
Just the opposite.
Next: PIT2/17: Night, 6/18/09
