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Driveby SeductionAs I pulled out of my driveway, I could feel my heart racing in my chest as I made my way down the road in my red Firebird on my way to the University. As a college student who commutes to school, these morning drives were becoming monotonous and the ever increasing traffic along my route stretched my patience each and every day. These last few days, however, were becoming more interesting in a most unexpected way. Tuesday was the first time I had taken notice of a particular vehicle which seemed to pass me by at just about the same time each morning. My schedule put me on the road by 8:00 am, as my first class began at 9:00 and it was a 45 minute commute to school, barring any traffic problems. The car which I took notice of, a newer gray Pontiac Firebird, passed me by about a quarter mile down the road from my parent’s house. Being the owner of a sports car like my Firebird, my attention was always captured by other Firebird’s when I was on the road. This time, however, that car AND driver happen to catch my eye on these “drive by’s”, but because I was heading east, the morning sun would always cause some glare and I couldn’t get a clear look at the driver. My curiosity was heightened and I thought to myself “tomorrow I must get a clear look at the driver!”.Thursday morning came and once again I was on the road, this time looking with eager anticipation for that gray Firebird. In the distance I could tell it was approaching, so I purposely slowed down to see if I could get a clearer look. As the car approached I could see the driver and to my amazement, SHE raised her hand off the steering wheel wiggling her fingers to flash a “hello” hand signal to me. I don’t know if she saw me quickly wave back at her, as we passed but we both went on our way as we usually did. This time however, I was very excited to know that she too had acknowledged our passing these last few days, and was the first to initiate a connection with her simple hand gesture.For the rest of the day I couldn’t stop thinking about that woman in the gray Firebird. Who was she? Did she wave to me simply because I had slowed down, or was she just as curious as I was as to who was driving past every morning. I couldn’t wait until Friday morning so that I could maybe get an even better look at her. Friday rolled in and I made sure to get on the road at the exact time I’ve been used to. Now it was all I could think about as I pulled out the driveway. Sure enough, within a few hundred feet I could see the front of the Firebird heading in my direction. This time I made sure I got a good look her and made sure she saw me waving. I noticed that she had long dark hair and I could tell she had a smile on her face as we both passed and waved at the same time. The next week started off the exact same way with the waves and smile from each of us. I began to wonder if this was just a routine we’ve developed each morning, or if it could lead to something more? My questions were soon answered samsun escort that afternoon when I returned home from school and stopped at the end of my driveway to check the mailbox. Inside was a stack of ordinary daily mail, but on top was a posted note with some writing… “Sherri (gray Firebird) 248-9436”. To my astonishment, the woman in the Firebird knew where I lived and took it upon herself to leave me a note with her name and phone number. I couldn’t believe this had happened yet I was extremely excited to now have her name and a phone number in hand. I kind of sensed that by the way she had smiled at me each morning, something like this was bound to occur, but for the life of me, I didn’t know how we would ever be able to connect, aside from just stopping our cars in the street and introducing ourselves. Thank goodness she took the initiative and made the critical first move.Now the question became, do I call her immediately or wait a day or two? I was 21 years old and having patience when it came to pursuing women wasn’t my strong suit. I knew I just HAD to call her that night, so I began to prepare my thoughts on what I would say. As the phone began to ring, I felt incredibly nervous inside, yet I was so eager to find out more about this Sherri. She answered and I introduced myself as the guy in the red Firebird. She sounded so excited to hear me on the phone and explained how she didn’t know how else to meet me other than leaving a note. She explained that a few times she saw me pulling out of the driveway in the morning so she was able to pinpoint where I lived. I thanked her for doing so and we started to converse. Sherri asked me where I was going at the same time each morning, and I explained that I was a college student studying graphic design and I had morning classes each day. She told me she is always on her way to work at a doctor’s office each morning at that exact same time as well. She was very interested in the fact that I was an artist and told me how she loved to paint and has always been a creative person herself. She said her c***dren keep her extremely busy and she rarely has time to get back into her love of painting. At that point I began to wonder just what age Sherri might be. Luckily I didn’t have to ask, as she proceeded to tell me that she has been divorced for a couple of years and her k**s were ages 8 and 4. She said she was 34 years old, which to me at the time sounded like she would be off limits and so much older than any girl who might show an interest in me. Our talk was so enjoyable, that I could hardly believe she was 13 years older than me. By now we had discovered a lot of similarities between us and Sherri suggested that she would enjoy seeing some of the artwork that I had done in college and was anxious to show me some of the paintings she kept of her own. She asked me to stop over the next day once I came home from school and I happily agreed. She gave me her address and siirt escort I immediately knew that she only lived about a mile and a half down the road from me in a small development. The next day at school seemed to drag on forever but finally I arrived home and freshened up before my visit with Sherri. I made sure to bring along my large portfolio of artwork as she requested and a few splashes of cologne had me prepped and ready to go. As I pulled up into her driveway, I saw her gray Firebird parked in the garage on my way to the front door. Ringing the bell, I had no idea what was about to happen, but I was anxious and nervous at the same time. She came to the door in a nice pair of blue jeans and a loose fitting knit sweater and I was very pleasantly surprised at how attractive she was. Her dark hair and pretty smile made me feel welcome and the age issue suddenly didn’t seem to be much of big deal at all. I knew she was quite a bit older than me, but in a way it was a point of excitement the more I thought about it. We walked into her living room, sat down next to each other on her long white sofa and she asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I politely said a glass of water would be great as she strolled into the kitchen. She returned with a tall glass of ice water along with a small glass of Chablis for herself. She sat back down next to me and now seemed very anxious to see all of my artwork. I opened the portfolio on the coffee table and paged through some of the first pieces of art. She loved what I had created and asked me if she could get some of her paintings for me to see. As she walked into the next room, I noticed just how tight her jeans were fitting. The curves of her hips and the shape of her ass was something I began to admire, hoping this might be starting to head in a different direction, but still not too sure of what was going on other than a friendly meeting.She came back holding a few canvas paintings which were actually very good. She modestly said she wasn’t at the level I was in artistic talent but I assured her that her work was really very nice. She took my compliments to heart and to my surprise, leaned in close to me and kissed my lips telling me that she was really glad I had come over today. At that point I sensed some aggressiveness in her that I had never experienced before. Typically the girls I had dated were more passive and inexperienced when it came to physical intimacy. Sherri obviously was the type who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to show affection. I returned her kiss and it was at that point when I suddenly realized her lips felt very different from other girls I had kissed. They were much more fuller, maybe even softer than anyone else’s. As our lips melted together and tongues began to intertwine, I kept going back in my mind to the fact that she was 34 years old and must have had so much more sexual experience than me. It became even more arousing now for me, kissing escort bayan an older woman, holding her close against my chest, listening to her soft moans as we explored each other’s mouth with our tongues. Experiencing this kind of interaction, of which I had never been exposed to before. I can honestly say was my first truly passionate encounter. Before this, any sexual activity I had experienced was done in a hurry, maybe even in a car or living room with the girl’s parents in another room, or parked in a dark lot hoping the headlights of other vehicles wouldn’t catch us. Here I was in an older mature woman’s home, sitting on the couch with her, kissing, with nothing to worry about other than focusing on her. It was very passionate and I was so new to this, yet I didn’t want her to think I didn’t know what I was doing. To my amazement, Sherri proceeded to slide her hands down the front of my shirt, unbuttoning it one button at a time, her hand running over my muscular chest, letting her fingers tug at my chest hair, then coming to rest on the top button of my jeans. She looked directly into my eyes and asked the question “may I?” I couldn’t believe how smoothly she made the transition from kissing to pursuing the extreme hardness that was now fully bulging through the front of my jeans. She unbuttoned and slid the zipper down to which I complied by lifiting up my hips off the couch while she slid my jeans to the floor. Now with my shirt half off, pants on the floor and rock hard cock bulging through my briefs, she again told me how happy she was that I came over today as she slid the briefs to the floor. The way she caressed my cock was something to behold. Any other girl I had been with up to that point seemed to move way too fast, most likely in fear of getting caught, but Sherri took her time… she cupped my balls in her hand, squeezing them together and then grasping my cock at the base as she flicked her tongue over the head and up and down each side of the shaft. Each time her tongue reached the head, she opened her mouth wide and let my cock slide through her lips into her warm wet mouth. She took about half of it in each time and seemed to let it go even deeper as she became accustomed to my length and thickness. As I laid back on the couch, all I could think of was how incredibly lucky I was to have met an older woman who was so willing to share with me all of her sexual experience. This of course is something that is much more common in today’s day and age, but back in 1985, this type of encounter was not happening as often or it was simply not talked about. Sherri expertly gave me the most incredible blow job I had ever experienced, making me cum so hard and so deep into her mouth. As she swallowed each last drop, she looked up into my eyes as she licked her lips and smiled. She then nuzzled her way back up to my chest and reminded me that now that I know where she lives, she hopes I will not only continue to wave to her as we pass on the road, but find time to stop by and see her from time to time….. this was the start of an incredible friendship….and I couldn’t believe it was actually happening.This brings us to the end of the first episode of my story…. More chapters to follow. Stay tuned! xoxoxoxoxo
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