After several long days of friendly and flirty texting with a new fella, I set up a meet first thing Monday morning. I offered to come to his place which was about 25 min away but afforded some privacy. His place was modest, but suitable enough. He welcomed me in with a gorgeous smile (whew - he has nice teeth - I hadn't seen them in any pics so I was relieved ). He was tall and very lean/slender. I had warned him I am a bit of a fluffy gal, but he had assured me he had liked everything he'd seen. He pretty much led me straight to his bed and we got in it after kicking off our shoes, but otherwise staying clothed. I had told him I don't like to be rushed, but he was on me like white on rice. He kissed me and groped me with an urgency that told me that he wanted this as much as I did. However, all I could think as he frantically kissed me was "slow down". But I didn't say that though I probably should have. I didn't mind what he was doing so I didn't want him to feel shut down.
Soon my shirt and bra were pushed up and he was devouring my breasts. Then my pants and panties were pulled off of me and he was soon scooched down on the small bed and licking my pussy. I had trimmed and shaved some, but I don't shave completely bare, and I wondered if it bothered him. He didn't act like it did. He added fingers quickly, but I didn't feel as wet as I normally am. Some I am sure was nerves of a first meet. Some was the speed of the encounter. He fairly aggressively licked and sucked my clit and fingered me for a long time. I was starting to catch up with him...he'd started at an 8 and I had started at a 2, but I was climbing quickly with his oral attention.
He took a break and seemed a little frustrated that I wasn't getting off more quickly though I had warned him I don’t cum easily. We kissed a little more and then I indicated he should sit up next to me so I could suck his cock. I dug in my jeans that had been cast to the side and got my vibe out. I sucked his cock and he was SO HARD...like had to be at 9.9...as I started buzzing my clit. He grabbed a tit and I was so close and finally broke over the edge. I couldn't believe he didn't cum with me. He seemed so close. But as soon as I took my mouth off him to catch my breath after my own orgasm, he started to soften and eventually was limp. I curled up snuggled into his side and his hand softly stroked my back which felt nice, but it was like he was suddenly at a 0. No longer engaged. He pretty much stopped talking as well and it felt a bit awkward. Literally like 30 minutes had passed in total and it seemed like he was done.
I told him I was surprised he didn’t cum with me and he said he was too. After a bit, I stroked his floppy cock, and I told him I felt bad and like I had failed him. He said he could probably cum if I sucked his dick some more and I was game, so I did. He hardened pretty quickly in my hand and mouth, and he seemed focused (I’m guessing thinking of something sexier than the old fat lady sucking him so he could cum). He started cumming with little warning and I couldn’t manage to get in a good position to swallow. It tasted a bit bitter, and I ended up kind of pulling my mouth off of him and he shot a little spurt up into the air. I choked a bit (ugh this seems to be a theme lately). He stopped cumming and I apologized for making a mess. He pulled his t-shirt off and mopped up the cum. Then he got up out of the bed and started getting dressed for the day. I was left to reassemble myself. The bed is super low to the floor, and I struggled to get up after fumbling to get my shoes back on. There was some awkward chit chat and an awkward bro side hug goodbye.
After several days with lots of texting, I heard nothing from him the rest of the day. Not a good sign. At 5 pm, I asked if he had a good day. He said yes but busy. I said that I had figured as much. Nothing else. A bit later I asked if he’d done anything fun with his evening. No answer. Yesterday I saw his profile showed “online” and I texted “hey”. No answer. So, I guess that is my answer. He’s just not that into me. I am not sure where things went wrong. He seemed like a really decent guy over text. I expected mildly better than to be ghosted.
I wish I could have read his mind throughout the encounter though. To understand whether it even had anything to do with me or if it is the too recent trauma of a bad marriage that maybe I reminded him of in some unknown way? Or did I not respond quickly enough to his liking? Or after enjoying my big tits in his mouth, he realized he didn’t really like the rest of me that much? Or did he have a pubic hair in his throat and thought to himself…I really want a gal that shaves bald? I guess I will never know.
Oddly, this has left me super sad. I was enjoying our growing friendship as we talked about all sorts of things in the days before this encounter. I am sad not to have that continue. But then again, with my big milestone birthday this week, I think I am having a hard time in general. One year closer to the end and some days it can’t come quickly enough. Part of me continues to wonder why I even try meeting new people. It seems to be more of a hassle than it is worth. I used to say I did it because hope springs eternal. That despite all the hassle, I have some happy memories of some of the times it worked out. But the light of my hope has dimmed a lot these last few years. And I don’t see it improving as I enter my 50’s.
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I'm so sorry. It would be handy if lovers could offer some gentle reason what put them off. It's his loss.
Hugs!!
I understand your disappointment...as this could have been a friend, if nothing more. I would be sad too....for awhile.
Stick to your guns....know your worth and carry on. ~
Mmm, if we all could life would be different. But I am glad we can not read minds
Don't worry about turning 50; there is a lot of life and love left in front of you. I just turned 69; and although I am in the middle of a divorce and I have no plans or desire to marry again, I find that my ongoing friendships that include sex are enough, and that there are still women out there that I meet and find that we do become friends as well as sexual partners. So don't let go of that hope.
Sex, or rather, a sexual relationship with someone, does change a bit as we age. Not the physical act, or at least for me not the physical act, I am still as vigorous and have the same level of stamina as I did when I was in my twenties. But after all these years, I know my likes and preferences and desires, etc. and I know what I like and respond to in a sexual partner. I have a semi-regular partner who is now 75; she and I have talked about this and she has similar feelings. Sometimes what seems good as we chat with someone and make those initial connections, turns out to be not quite right when flesh meets flesh. I think when we are younger that doesn't make as big an impact on is as it does when we become older. With age comes experience, but also some baggage from old relationships that didn't work out, and some wounds and scars...and this can cause us to think sometimes that when things don't work out it must be our fault, because we've learned that we are not perfect.
I suspect that because of your 50th, you are wondering about where you are in life and wondering what changes are coming your way. It's going to be OK, CL...keep hoping, keep meeting, keep loving.
A little anxiety or self doubt can cause a guy to approach the flight or fight response which makes it impossible to stay hard. I've been there. You shouldn't think anything about it, especially for first time as how he handles it says more about him than you.
Goodness lady - quite an unusual post for you. Clearly you weren't quite in sync - despite your advice to him. I'm not sure that wasn't recoverable but apparently he was not interested in making the effort.
Any chance your anxiety about son turning 50 contributed to the situation? Fun fact: One of the most sexual women I ever knew was 79 and I've know several that were over 50 and were fun fucking tastic.
Happy milestone birthday. Celebrate it like I know you can!!
Sorry the encounter wasn't what you had hoped for CL, it seemed like the two of you were at different paces where he wanted to rush things along and you wanted to gradually get into it which I'm that way myself I enjoy a good amount of foreplay, ideally both Partners try to compromise and kind of meet in the middle as far as how each would like to be pleased it can be hard especially with a first time encounter some go better than others I'm sure, but from reading your story it seemed like there wasn't much compromise on his end and it seemed like it was kind of a wham bam thank you mam type of scenario that he wanted so I wouldn't feel bad if I were you, I'm sure your next encounter will be amazing.
I'm sorry that this experience was "less than." I've read several of your stories and thoroughly enjoyed them. You have a fantastic way of describing your escapades and I've often fantasized about being among them.
Interesting story, I’ve been made to feel that way too. I hate being ghosted. I would still like to…
Hi CL, sorry to hear you're going through a rough time. Getting older can suck at times, but for the most part, I've learned that things do get better with age and experience. I would love to connect with you again. We were talking several months back, but I kinda "chickened out" due to some things going on in my life at the time. But I'm back here on the site looking to make some local connections. Hit me up if you're interested.
Always happy to chat.
@CL_Love sounds good. what's the best way to connect with you?
@Jperk19662 however we chatted before