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Lottie is probably one of the hottest women in bed to
be found anywhere in the world. I’m pretty sure that she’s unaware of that
fact and that she’d probably deny it if told so. Those few men who have
known her intimately have been indeed fortunate and would agree with my
observations.
I grew up in the same neighborhood as Lisalotte, or Lottie as she was
generally known, and have been aware of her existence as far back as I can
remember. In those early years we were not friends; rather, distant
acquaintances. That relationship persisted well into our high school
years.
As Lottie was growing up, so was I - into a hopelessly inept social
misfit. I lacked confidence, I lacked the social graces and I was
painfully shy. My early attempts at establishing social relationships had
been failures and I found solace in my school activities and my grades.
Even as my hormones screamed for release, my efforts to even talk to a
girl were thwarted by my shyness.
Lottie was not particularly beautiful - not in the sense that she was
flashy or hot to look at and her picture would never grace the cover of a
fashion magazine.
At five feet, ten inches tall, she weighed a round 130 pounds. Her torso
was lean, long and straight and her breasts were mere ripples on her
chest. On the other hand, her long legs were nearly perfectly formed. Her
long, blond hair had a luster about it that spoke of frequent brushing and
she carried it in a ponytail. Her Prussian features highlighted her pretty
face and blue eyes. Few noticed!
Lottie was a second generation German whose parents emigrated from that
part of Germany that’s west of the Oder/Nesser line and fell to Poland at
the end of World War II, They had left, first to West German; then, to the
United States where they had worked hard to build a decent life for
themselves. Lottie grew up in their old world culture that was often at
odds with the high school culture where she found her social life.
In high school, she had no close friends and concentrated on her studies.
Hard working, ambitious, and encouraged by her parents, she excelled. She
also learned other traits from her parents - personal responsibility,
caring, sensitivity to others, and a host of other moral and ethical
traits. Most importantly, she developed confidence.
It was during our Junior year of high school that I was the vice president
of the school’s service club and as a part of the duties of my office was
to go to a weekend “lockin” at a neighboring high school. There, the
officers of our club along with the officers from several other clubs
would be subjected to a concentrated leadership training program while
locked up in the school.
It was Friday night when our club faculty advisor divided us into pairs
for some of our work and I was assigned to partner with Lottie. At first
it was difficult for me as I struggled to overcome my shyness and talk to
her; then, she seemed so open and relaxed that talk came easy. We became
friends.
During the coming weeks, we dated and on our second date I moved to kiss
her on the lips . . .or most likely it was her that moved to kiss me on
the lips. That was my first kiss and as awkward as it was, I enjoyed it.
On our third date, we spent some time in my car, parked on a darkened
parking lot, improving our kissing. In fact, we became quite good at it.
Even at that early stage of our relationship Lottie seemed to have a
natural instinct for just the right moves. Then, I tried my clumsy pawing
and grabbing for her breasts and whatever else I could attain in the hope
I might somehow seduce her. After my first attempt, Lottie pushed me away
firmly and set the rule. . .nothing below the shoulders.
Then, on future dates, I contented myself with nothing below the shoulders
although, I often made a perfunctory gesture to grab or fondle. Each time,
she pushed me away with a reminder of her rule.
Months passed and Lottie’s and my friendship deepened and became more
intimate. I soon found that she was smarter than me, more sensitive to
others than me and even some of her confidence she shared with me.
Even as I observed the ‘nothing below the shoulders’ rule I lusted after
Lottie. I burned with passion for her and spent many sleepless nights
making dream love to her. My frustration sometimes drove me to near
distraction; yet I observed the rule. I was young and inexperienced.
Then, as spring approached, Lottie explained that her parents were going
to be out of town on the weekend of the 26th and she wanted to cook dinner
for me. Sounded like fun and I agreed to be there Friday on Friday night,
the 26th at six o’clock. I gave this date little thought as it would be
like all others. . .
It was when I arrived at her door promptly at six o’clock on Friday, the
26th that I received the shock of my life. Stunned, I stated at Lottie,
standing in the doorway, in her red mini-dress, black hose, 4" heels and
looking like I’d never seen her before.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. . . I adored her! This was the same
Lottie of sloppy jeans and long, loose fitting dresses that stood before
me looking like a fashion model. For a second I admired her long,
perfectly formed legs . . . she was hot!
Then, I stepped inside the house and Lottie and I exchanged a perfunctory
kiss on the lips. That kiss was different some how!
I was directed into the kitchen while she prepared the rest of dinner.
There, at a table set for two with linen table cloths, fine china and
crystal I waited for dinner. As I waited, I watched Lottie at work and her
dress as it moved up and down when she reached for things in the cupboard.
Suddenly, I was aroused. My cock grew to it’s maximum extension and I was
faced with hiding my situation as I continued to conform to her ‘above the
shoulders’ rule.
She had prepared an excellent dinner but I ate little; then, it was time
to clean up the kitchen. I tried to assist her as I moved and contorted to
hide my swelled, man-meat from her view. Even under my boxers and
trousers, the bulge was evident and several times her hands inadvertently
brushed my trousers. She gave no indication that she’d noticed.
Then, with the dishes cleared, we adjourned to the family room where we
sat on the familiar couch. Lottie and I had played on this couch several
times before so I felt more relaxed when I reached for her breast in my
perfunctory attempt at seduction.
As my hand landed on the red dress to cover her small tit I waited for the
usual restraint - I waited a second, then two! And after several more it
was obvious that the below the shoulder rule had been amended. I looked
into her eyes and the intensity of her passion brought a fear of the
uncertainty,
I slowly began to massage the breast over her clothing and still no
resistance from Lottie. Embolden by the situation, I slipped my hand into
the cleavage of the red dress and on to her bra which brought a murmur of
approval. . . As a young virgin, I was clearly advancing into the unknown.
For the next half hour, more or less, I was engaged in getting ghe red
dress off over her head and her garter belt removed as I slowly removed
her bra and panties, exposing her breasts and abdomen. With each fresh
move, I looked to Lottie for approval and soon found her guidance and
direction invaluable. She seemed so confident!
To describe each new sensation and each nuance that I felt as I learned
about a man and a woman for the first time would be both tiresome and
inadequate. Perhaps when my lips suckled her breasts for the first time is
worth mentioning or when my fingers found her clit and brought a reaction
for the first time but they were only two of thousands of new feelings
that I felt that night for the first time.
It was near midnight when we had explored every aspect of play between a
man and a woman short of intercourse. Then, as we lay resting, Lottie
spoke, “I’ve wanted this for a long time. Now, it’s happening.”
“Why the rule about nothing below the shoulders for all this time?”
“I wanted everything to be just right when we did it. Not in the back seat
of a car somewhere.”
“You might have told me.”
“Would you have understood?”
“I suppose not. . . but now I’m glad we waited.”
Then, Lottie moved on the bed and positioned her butt over a large towel
and our eyes met. It was time. Her eyes burned with passion and I
understood.
“They tell me this hurts the first time. Don’t hurt me any more than you
have to. . . Please! Do me now!
“Is this your first time? You seem so knowledgeable!”
“I’ve waited and planned for a long time. Now do it!”
I was not reluctant or hesitant as Lottie may have suspicioned but;
rather, inexperienced. I had known since childhood that my cock was
supposed to go in her hole but there was so much more to be considered. .
. Her feelings? Her pleasure?
When I moved over her it was with several concerns and fears that only
experience could quell. First, there was the question of Lottie’s comfort.
I weighed nearly 200 pounds and could I put all that weight on her? Then,
there was the problem of actually finding her vagina and inserting my
penis. Whose duty was it to make the adjustments necessary to make the
connection? I wanted to kiss her on the lips; was it appropriate?
Yes, I was a very confused, concerned and frustrated young man.
As I moved into position, Lottie seemed to understand. I felt her moving
too. We were working together. I wanted to kiss her on the lips and she
moved to accommodate me. I learned to support myself with my arms, thus
taking the weight off her. Then, I moved to insert my cock into her and
found I’d missed her opening. I tried again and on a subsequent try it
happened.
With my growing frustration at not getting my cock into her came stress
and with stress, more frustration. I began to lose my control. I was
approaching the crisis level.
Then, suddenly, I felt the crown of my dick slip into her orifice. It was
the warmest, velvety smooth, wonderful sensation I’d ever known. The
frustration was gone. I was in her - only a fraction of an inch!
I looked into her eyes and Lottie was ready as she said, “Push it in.”
I pushed and met a momentary resistance from her hymen before moving
deeper into her depths. As my cock moved, I saw her steel herself against
the pain that she anticipated; then, slowly relax as I felt my tool move
past the obstruction and deeper into her depths. Obviously, the pain was
not as severe as she had anticipated and I was relieved as I felt my cock
fully embedded in her.
As I looked into her face, I saw a broad smile. “You did it. You’ve made
me a woman.” she said. It was a great time as we lay together, all our
concerns and frustrations abated and the pleasures of a man and a woman
together in a perfect union were upon us. Lottie was never more beautiful.
To say that first time was a wild, uninhibited sexual adventure would be
untrue. Rather, it was an awkward time of experimenting together and
learning. Lottie seemed to have an instinct about these matters and we
learned quickly. Then, it was over as I poured my seed into her belly.
For the first time, she and I reveled in the afterglow. It was one of
those unanticipated pleasures that we found and enjoyed.
In the months that followed, Lottie and I found time to be alone together
often. We fucked often and with each time, our technique improved to the
point that we were very, very good! We took advantage of every opportunity
when our parents were away from the house and Lottie seemed to be a
wellspring of ways to inspire me to new heights of passion.
Then, after a summer of passion, Lottie went to work as a waitress in a
nice restaurant and I went off the Navy Academy. At first, we communicated
often and our feelings for each other ran high. A year passed, then two
and we grew apart.
On graduation from the academy, I returned to the old home town for a
brief leave and was told that Lottie was married and living in the next
town,
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That story happened twenty six years ago.
I went on to a successful career in the navy and met and bedded a number
of women during those years. One disastrous marriage lasted barely two
years before my wife deserted me for a civilian while I was at sea.
Then, it was time to retire. I had served my country well and was awarded
a very comfortable retirement and, approaching fifty, I found myself alone
and at a loss for what to do with the rest of my life. It was then that
the post card arrived advising me of my old high school’s reunion.
I thought about it. There was no one, except Lottie, that I particularly
wanted to see or renew old ties with and the last I’d heard, she was
married and living in another town. Still, it was the town where I’d grown
up and, though my parents had moved away many years before, I still felt
ties.
As I wheeled my big Mercedes into the main street of my old home town, it
all seemed different. On the way into town, I’d passed the Costco and
Wal-mart stores and supermarkets where cattle had grazed when I was a kid.
Downtown seemed shabby and the stores had changed.
The motel where I had reservations was also new and big and comfortable. I
moved in and unpacked my bags; then, lay back and ordered a double gin and
tonic to begin my visit. I lay back on the big bed and napped.
It was late afternoon when I decided to seek food. Since there was no
hurry, I decided to tour the town a bit - to look for some of my old
roots. I found the old house where I grew up, no longer comfortable and
cozy looking but rather seedy and in need of repair. The plants and shrubs
were gone too and the lawn looked unmowed.
Depressed by the sight of my old house, I drove on. Then, I say it
‘Lottie’s fine Dining!” A restaurant with Lottie’s name on it. I wondered,
“Could it be the same woman?” I stopped and drove into the parking lot
where I parked the Mercedes and entered the restaurant. Then, seated at a
table, I inquired of the waiter if the Lottie on the sign was indeed
Lottie Bolte. He agreed that it was the same woman.
The waiter agreed that “Lottie’s” did indeed belong to Lottie Bolte. Then,
on my inquiry as to how to find her, he became vague. When I asked if she
was married, he responded that he didn’t know.
“Did she come to the restaurant regularly?”
“Not often in the evening any more.”
“Had he seen her recently?”
“Didn’t remember exactly.”
Finally, I ate my excellent steak and returned to my motel room. I cursed
myself for ever allowing three full days to explore before the reunion.
I’d seen all of this town that I cared to see. . .
It was late afternoon, the next day, as I was packing my bags for an early
morning departure that there came a knock at my door. Not giving it much
thought, I opened the door.
There, facing me was Lottie; still trim and fit with streaks of gray in
her hair and lines and wrinkles in her face. Still, it was Lottie. . .same
confident smile, and same sexy appeal that I’d known so long ago.
I motioned her to come in. “How are you Lottie? Tell me about the last
thirty years!”
“There’s a lot to tell. How about yourself. Are you married?”
‘No, tried it once and didn’t like it. Wrong woman I guess.”
“No significant other?”
“None! How about yourself Lottie?”
“Nope! None!”
“Wanta’ try to make it again with me?”
“Thought you’d never ask! Can we eat first?”
“Why don’t we just hang out for a while and get reacquainted. . . have a
nice drive while I show you around town and a nice dinner!”
So, we went to the Mercedes and I drove as Lottie showed me the sights. As
we drove up Main Street, Lottie pointed out “The Ale House” and said
simply, “That’s my micro-brewery.” Two blocks further on, we passed
“Flannigan’s Irish Pub” and Lottie casually mentioned that it was also
hers. Then, I purposely drove past “Lotties’s Restaurant” and waited for
her comment.
As we passed, Lottie had read my mind, “You think I’m bragging, don’t
you?” I guess I am!
“I’m glad for your success Lottie,” I said.
“There’s one more place that I own. You know that motel where you’re
staying? Well, it’s mine too. I have a three room apartment down on the
first floor.” She said.
As we toured, it was not the sights of the town that interested me. . .or
Lottie’s small empire which she had accumulated; rather, it was Lottie
herself. In an hour or two, I would have her. . .possess her and be
possessed by her! My hard cock felt good under my boxers.
Then, as we toured, our talk became more intimate and we talked about our
lives and our needs and desires. Lottie was very much alone and reported
that she feared that her confidence and business success put men off. . .
good men anyway!
I wanted to touch her. . . to feel her flesh! Several times I reached out
to touch her arms as I drove!
Suddenly, Lottie spoke, “Take us back to my apartment where I can have my
way with you before dinner.”
Back at her apartment, it was as though nearly 30 years had passed as
yesterday and we were together. To say that we were good together would be
an understatement as we enjoyed the totally free environment, i.e., no
parents or family restrictions, no fear of making a baby and lots of
privacy!
As we’d entered her door, clothes began to fall. Her eyes spoke of a need
similar to my own and we fell to touching, caressing, fondling, etc., even
as we continued to remove our clothes. There was an urgency in us. . . one
that demanded immediate action and one that could not be abated or denied!
With the last of our clothes on the floor, I took Lottie in my arms and
carried her to the big bed in her bedroom where she moved quickly to the
center and spread he legs widely to invite me over her. I moved into
position.
Then, as we kissed and I positioned my cock for an immediate entry, she
spoke, “It’s been a lot of years since I’ve done it. . .I may be a little
rusty.”
As I felt my hard gristle slide into her warm, wet, velvety smooth vaginaI
knew the only thing she’d lost was a minuscule amount of confidence. Then,
as I felt my cock against her cervix, I stopped and kissed her on the
lips. She kissed back and here eyes spoke of a passion I’d known many
years ago.
“You were my first and best, you know?” she spoke
“I know, you were mine too.”
“How did we ever let it get away from us”
“I guess we were young and foolish”
Suddenly, I felt the need to move. . . to start the coital motion that
would be the source of even greater pleasure. I moved and felt her respond
beneath me. It was quickly apparent that age had given us another
advantage as our bodies reacted much more slowly to the stimulation that
brought on our conclusion.
We played and talked and encouraged each other as we continued our coitus.
There was no rush to a conclusion and the urgency we’d felt earlier had
abated. The intimacy that soon developed was the best ever. . .
Still, the biological demands of our bodies persisted and the exquisite
pleasures we were experiencing had to end and they did . . . in a series
if spurts of semen into her belly. Only with Lottie would it ever feel as
good as it did just then. . .
Dinner was late that night.
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Now, two years later, Lottie and I are together in a close relationship.
Out financial affairs preclude marriage but we are fully committed to each
other.
We live on our own island off the coast of Florida. . . a half a square
mile of absolute privacy with two dozen palm trees, many berry bushes, our
own beach and a fully modern house! We stay busy, fishing, clam digging,
berry picking, swimming and just caring for our island. Mostly, we awaken
early, make passionate love, and arise late to have a leisurely breakfast
and do our things. Sometimes, across the island from the house, in a small
gazebo, we do it there in the afternoon too. |
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