We met off of a Craigslist ad, back in the day when that was still a thing. I was horny, she was recently divorced. We set a date and time, late enough that her neighbors would likely be asleep. Early enough that we'd still be awake.

When the time came, she was nervous. It had been a while, she said. Her previous lover had been selfish, unkind. She wanted this, but she was nervous.

We went to her room. Talked for a bit to help her calm down, kissed a little, just standing there. I took of my shirt and asked her if it would be alright if I undressed her, just to her underwear. Deep breath. Yes. That would be okay. So I started, one button at a time, one piece of clothing at a time, unwrapping her, revealing her, giving gentle kisses, and complementing what I found. Not a magazine perfect body, but a sexy woman.

Now in bra and panties, I led her to the bed. I arranged the pillows and leaned back against the headboard, legs apart, and directed her to sit in front of me, leaning her nearly naked back against my fully naked chest, pulling her long brown hair up and draping it across my left shoulder.

"Let's start here," I said, "we have all the time we need." I began by stroking her hair, finding the frame of her face with my fingertips, letting my fingers whisper over the lobe of her ear, down her neck, to the hollow of her throat. Venturing out in their exploration across collar bone and out along the arms; tracing lines from chin to sternum to navel, reaching down to trace from knees to hips, and down to thighs; feeling as one tension began to ease while another built.

I took my time, feeling where her body pressed deeper into my touch, where it sat still, and where it drew back, letting the tension build before unfastening her bra and venturing to more vulnerable and charged places. Her nipples, were small and firm and she moaned when I touched them, her hands digging into my legs like claws, her shoulders and head rolling back against me.

Her hips were rolling and grinding now, as I kneaded her breasts and kissed her neck. She tried to turn around to kiss me, but I wouldn't let her, "Not yet. We'll get to that."

She began to whimper, her knees pushing out to the sides, trying to spread her legs wider. Adjusting my legs, so that her thighs were under my knees and my my feet were pinning her legs open, I ran my left hand down her belly, and over her panties. She pressed into my hand and moaned. I could feel her wetness through the thin cotton. Sliding them to the side, I dipped one finger into her, tracing up to her pearl, and giving a slow, deliberate circle, keeping the palm of my hand against her mound so she couldn't change the pressure no matter how hard she tried to roll her hips into my touch.

I edged her there until her breath was coming in ragged gasps then, moving my other hand from her breast up to her throat, I gave a little squeeze, and whispered into her ear, "I want you to come for me, then I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight." With that, I changed the rhythm of my fingers, her eyes rolled back, and her body began to shake...

The night didn't end there, but that's a story for another time.