Getting to know Isabel

Getting to know IsabelSome context first:I haven’t always liked women. After one of my friends opened my eyes to the joy and pleasure of making love with a woman, I was lucky to find a couple of eventual partners who taught me a lot… you get the idea.Then, at a wedding party in February this year, I met Isabel. She is 28 (34 years younger than me), slender but curvy, with black hair, gray eyes, and 5’4″ tall (I’m 5’8″). We were introduced by some friends we have in common, and we had a brief conversation, mostly out of courtesy.I was among the last guests leaving the party, and before I got to my truck Isabel caught up with me and asked me for a ride because she had arrived with her parents and they had already left.When I dropped her off at her parents’, we exchanged phone numbers. She called really early next morning, a Saturday, and asked me if I had any plans for the day, that she was moving out of her parents house into an apartment she had just rented. She had been temporarily staying at her parents’ after a complicated breakup. She also said that my truck would be ideal because it meant she’d only need a single trip.The truth is that I didn’t feel comfortable with her ask, mainly because I barely knew her. I also had to do my laundry, clean the house, and mow the lawn. But I thought that it would be good for me to spend some time with younger people. She told me I wouldn’t need to do anything but to drive my truck because she had also asked a couple of friends to help her. I agreed to help her. At some point during that day I realized that she and her male and female friends were all homosexuals. They made me blush a couple of times when they made jokes about me being the hottest lesbian milf they had known.Next day, also very early, she called again, and told me she had already set up her apartment and wanted to invite me and her friends over to thank us for helping her. As it turned out, I had been the only one she had invited. I’m not going to provide any more details since this is just the contextual introduction after all… After this, our first “date”, I barely had any contact with her. The pandemic and the lockdown here in Argentina made me focus almost exclusively on other pressing issues I had to deal with: I had to survive with almost no income whatsoever because of the lockdown (in my line of work it’s not an option to work remotely), so I used those six, almost seven months to catch up with my long list of pendings at home and saving every cent I could. Of course, I also a spent a lot of time watching porn videos and yes, why not say it, pleasing myself.Last week I got a call from Isabel. After the usual greetings, she told me that after our last phone call she had somehow managed izmir escort bayan to sneak to the beach house her parents own in Cariló and had spent the whole lockdown there.She also told me that she had returned to her apartment only two days ago, and that she was hoping I’d accept an invitation to dine out on Saturday. Now, the “contextual introduction” is over.We had finally agreed for me to pick her up at her place and then go to one of the few decent restaurants that had reopened after the lockdown.When I texted her to let her know I was in front of her building, she told me she was late and asked me to come up.To my surprise, she was actually ready, but had decided to prepare dinner herself at home. That was weird because I knew from her that she sucked at cooking. She still had the groceries on the counter and hadn’t even started preparing a thing. I noticed that her hair was still very damp from the shower.Now, I’m not a wonder in the kitchen myself, but I told her I’d take care of it. That was actually a relief because I was really nervous. It was my first actual date after all the time I had been alone at home.She looked gorgeous in her black dress. It enhanced her hips and her perfectly sized breasts to make her look a different person than the one I had met. She wore no makeup at all. And I remember thinking, oh my, she could be my daughter! (who is also 28, btw) That felt weird because it actually excited me! Even worse, I liked feeling that way! Some people I know would say “seriously, Jean, you have issues”.I was also wearing a dark-blue dress. A friend of mine had suggested not to wear any underwear. I should have listened to her advice (you’ll understand why).While I was helping her to store the groceries I noticed she was staring at me, and when she realized it was getting a bit awkward, she looked away, but not before smiling in a way that made me even more nervous than I already was.She noticed it and offered me a drink. Usually, I try to stick to wine and only rarely drink anything stronger than that. But she insisted on having a couple of shots of tequila, to get in the mood, she said.Well, we prepared dinner, a lasagna. We had some snacks in the meantime and more shots of tequila. I promise, I tried to keep count: six, or was it eight?The tequila relaxed me and I felt I was slowly “getting in the mood”. We talked about what we had been doing since the first, and the last, time we met. Then we had a few moments of nonsense talk, which I realized was helping us to overcome that feeling of estrangement after a long time without any contact at all. We also caught up on the gossip from our circle of acquaintances.When the lasagna was ready, she opened a bottle of red wine izmir escort bayan and only then I noticed she was and had been as nervous as I was all the time. I told myself I had to forget about being so nervous, get rid of my shyness, build up some courage and take up the reins right there.She was already sitting at the table. I was standing, about to serve a portion of lasagna. Instead, I left the tray on the table, circled back behind her and kissed her on her head. Her hair was still a bit damp, and smelled the same perfume that she had used last time.In just a fraction of a second I forgot about the lasagna, and about everything else. Those first few seconds were just blurry, but next thing I knew was that I had lifted her from the chair and was kissing her. Then I tasted something salty and when I took her head in my hands to have a look at her face, I saw she had tears on her cheeks.I didn’t ask, but she told me she had missed me more than she’d missed anyone else and that she was so happy to feel me so close again. I literally melted away and kissed her tears away and kept kissing her until she told me, straight away, she wanted me to fuck her right there, right now.Now, to my comment about the advice I should have listened to, not to wear any underwear… she lifted my dress and literally tore my panties and said I shouldn’t have put them on in the first place. We know that tearing a panty isn’t easy: it really hurt, and it made me gasp in pain and surprise, which in turn aroused me and her even more.I already knew she is the passive type, but still, i was surprised when she started whispering what she wanted me to do “to her”: “I’m not gonna let you leave here until you fucked me to u*********sness”, she said. “I want you to grab me and twist me and treat me as if you were a wrestler practicing with a doll”. “I am a wrestler’s doll and I want you to treat me like it”. That was the sort of stuff she was telling me while I was dragging her to her bed. The couch was out of the question: it was the tiniest couch I’ve ever seen.I didn’t recognize myself from that point on. It felt like I was looking at myself as a stranger. I was getting more and more excited with every word she was telling me, and she kept repeating some of it. I didn’t want to tear up her dress like she was asking me, so she tore it apart herself. Seeing her small bare body on the bed transformed me. I wasn’t the woman I had been anymore. I turned her to watch her back, lifted her hips and started kissing her pussy. God, I thought I’d drown. She was so wet. Then she asked me to lick her asshole. Just like that. And I did, as if I had always done it. I’m actually blushing now while I’m writing it. I’ll have to read about the effect of tequila on human inhibitions.I truly don’t recall everything I did to her, because she kept telling me what to do, begging, and she didn’t move a muscle except to keep in whatever position I needed her to do whatever she was asking me to do.After a while I was more than really needed to come myself. I had been feeling how I was dripping, and I started rubbing my clit. She noticed it and told me she would “service” me… Oh, she knew what to do every step of the way. At a certain point after having orgasm after orgasm I asked her to please stop because I was crying out of pure joy. And I also felt exhausted.By then we were both really hungry and we had to warm the lasagna up again. We spent a while eating, with wine of course (more than a cup), and watching lesbian porn videos she casted from her phone to the TV set. Question for you: Have you ever had sex while you were eating and watching porn? If you haven’t, let me warn you, it’s messy. But hot as hell. It was Isabel’s first time and mine as well. Somehow the remote got in the way and by accident we ended up turning up the volume of the video that was on at that moment. We only realized it when her neighbor started knocking on the wall.Isabel shouted back that we were having fun and that they should follow our lead. Yes, she was drunk, as was I, but my motherly instinct kicked in and me realize wet could get into serious trouble, so I turned down the volume and the neighbor stopped complaining. I felt exhausted but was still able to think. But Isabel fell asleep right there, on the floor.I truly don’t recall how we ended on her bed again.Isabel woke me up at three in the morning asking me if I wanted something to drink. I told her I only wanted to sleep. What happened next felt as if I had fallen asleep again and was dreaming: When she came back from the kitchen, she was holding a dildo with her. One of those with a big cock and a smaller thing. I have only seen them in porn videos. She started speaking like flight attendants do before departing, announcing that it was time for her to shift gears and take the lead. I was still half asleep, but not for long. I can’t tell you what she did to me, not because I don’t want to but because I was feeling a never-ending orgasm that went so deep… I thought my heart would end up exploding. . What I do remember is that she was waking me up with a cup of coffee shortly after eight.We spent the whole morning talking. Shortly after noon she had to leave to close the bookstore she owns with her father.My dress is no good, not anymore, after having been torn apart by Isabel when she “took it off me”. I had spent some serious money on it. But I don’t regret it. I borrowed a dress from her (yeah, it was way too small for me, and when I looked in the mirror I realized that I looked like a slut who had spent the whole night on the streets). I left the apartment with her.