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Mitzi... Lover of Mine

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Age: 58 Posted on: 12 Nov 2014 1 comments
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An old flame..she was different.

I do enjoy your site especially stories from older seniors who have so many to relate. I am one I guess. When I was twenty-five and enjoying the freedom of my first divorce, I took a fancy to a place where there were always many opportunities on Friday nights. There was this very attractive red- head, somewhat petite, always at the end of the big bar near the dance floor. I learned this was where the in-crowd, forever patrons of the place, and kewl dancers all, hung out. I met Mitzi when I finally got up the nerve to ask her to dance. She loved to dance with anybody; as I found out later. She was two years older than I, and worked hard cashiering at the A&P near her home. She was raising two beautiful young daughters, and sending them to Catholic school. Compared to her, I hadn't lived. I was drawn to her beauty and respected her work-ethic among many things. She was my first "gal-friend" after my first wife who had been frigid at the time of our marriage. It took many dates on Saturday nights before our intimacy began to congeal. When it did, I found that Mitzi had never gotten off making love. What she would do, after I was finished, was climb aboard my slackening shaft and masturbate herself by pressing her clit into the semi-soft length, and move back and forth faster and faster while pressing harder and harder until she had hers. The coloring in her face and chest would change as she quaked on top of me and kissed me to complete the circuit for her. No condoms. No fears. Just birth control. Gosh, I wish I had made her as happy as she made me. She loved her husband very much. But they were separated. He was an alcoholic. To be loved by her must have been a great thing for him...with all his problems. And Mitzi, if you read this, don't forget to send me a bad debt form for the thousand I lent you.