When last our story left off, I had spent a remarkable night in the arms[, mouth, and pussy] of My Gal Friday as a result of my best effort to crack a smile in dark days.

But, there is no rest for the wicked, and I got a message from a woman who described herself pretty simply as, "5'8", blonde and female," who was a bit older than me. Since My Gal Friday was super short and a dark haired Latina that was younger than me, this naturally seemed like a fun contrast. We traded pictures, chatted on Kik, and made a lunch date for Sunday at a place near my apartment. Lunch was good, even if they did mix up our bill with another table. With her extensive finance experience, she was quite concerned about not being over charged. I was naturally more concerned with wrapping up lunch and getting her back to my place. Since I had walked, we took her (very nice) car. I tried to really impress her with the fact that I own a fairly recent midlevel Kia. Which I definitely do own, she just couldn't see it this weekend because my car's in the shop right now. Since my car was in the shop, I let her use my parking space so my neighbors spent a day thinking I had suddenly really upgraded.

Walking into my apartment was different that it had been on Friday. No making out in the elevator like teenagers. Meeting something in the middle of the day, while the sun is still up, is a completely different energy. Plus, since she was a bit older, there was a certain classy confidence. I showed her my place, asked if she wanted anything, got her a glass of water, and we checked in with each other. Then we started making out like teenagers, and quickly made it to my bedroom.

Clothes came off. Making out migrated around our bodies. As I was kissing my way down, it very quickly became obvious that she had very sensitive nipples that were great fun to suck and lick and nibble on. I went down on her and she rode my face. At some point she went down on me, bobbing up and down enthusiastically while making sexy eye contact and playing with my taint near my ass. She brought a vibrator with her, so I asked if I could see her play with it before we had sex, and she seemed happy to oblige. She had a cute purple vibrator that she fucked herself with. Then we fucked for a while.

In between rounds, we discussed the use of inflationary monetary policy. A little after that, I fingered her asshole while I ate her out from behind, licked her asshole, and then fucked her from behind while she played with her clit. I can now check off "licked an asshole," since that was new for me, but it somehow seemed like the thing to do in the moment. I also don't think I had ever fucked an actual MILF before this weekend. So, I am officially now a Mother fucker, and quite thrilled about it. It was dark by the time she headed home, and she saw the whiteboard on the refrigerator where My Gal Friday had added "*write success story" on her way out. So, I wrote up Friday's adventure on Sunday. You'll have to forgive me for the fact that I didn't have the energy to make it any longer than it was, or to also write this story. I was fucking exhausted, and I went to bed nice and early.

I keep having delightful flashbacks to the events of the weekend. Facefucking My Gal Friday. Discussing Anglo Saxon origins of words with her. Looking into Ms. Sunday's blue eyes while she sucked me until she matter-of-factly whispered, "I'm not ready for you to come yet." Discussing the origins of the Euro. They were so different from each other in so many ways, but it was all awesome.

In these worst of times, I had the best of times. It was nights of wisdom in an age of foolishness. It was the epoch of belief that a sexy stranger from the internet will come come and have random sex acts with you, and an epoch of incredulity that it actually was. It was Sunday in daylight, it was Friday in darkness.

And I can't wait to do it again.

I sometimes get asked how in the fuck I manage to get so lucky. Frankly, it's fairly bewildering, but maybe I'll do a meta post with some of my best thoughts on the matter.