Well, I did finally get down to see Jana. Interesting to say the least.

In spite of some slightly provocative conversation I was not entirely sure where the limits of discretion were, since I considered it likely that she was more forward texting than she would be in person. That was more or less true.

We arranged to have lunch together, met at the restaurant, and spent a pleasant hour or more just chatting. In reality we have virtually nothing in common and very few experiences in common, since our "dating" back in high school lasted something a few weeks and is only notable at all me because hers was the first bare pussy I touched and she was the first girl I fingered. Having quite literally not seen her more than perhaps six times in my life, and those 50 years ago it was more or less like meeting a stranger.

It was only when lunch was finished and I has asked for a cup of coffee that I brought up the giant elephant in the room. I tried to be as oblique as I could while still leaving no room for doubt about what I wanted.

"Well, I'm glad we've had the chance to get to know each other. One doesn't forget sexual firsts, and I've always remembered you and wondered what became of you. You ever think about those days?"

She was quiet for a minute and then said, "Of course. Like you said, you don't forget firsts. And being young was exciting and fun, and it seems like the older I get, the more I enjoy reminiscing in my own head about being young. Don't you think so?"

"I do. Maybe men approach this a little differently than women, but at least for me, nothing makes masturbating more exciting for me than remembering the excitement of the times when sex was new. I have always loved jacking off thinking about the slow progress from the edge of your skirt to fingering your pussy.

We've talked about this so you already know where I'm going, Jana, but right now I'd like to leave here and continue this conversation where we can do more than just talk about it. How about riding back to my hotel?"

When we got to my rental car, I opened the door for her, and as she sat down, and before she swung her legs inside, I put my hand on her knee and asked, "Can I feel your pussy?" She took my hand and slid it all the way up. If we had not been fairly visible I would have pursued that more, but at least it left no question where this was headed.

Back at the hotel, we more or less reenacted our time in my dad's '61 Olds, and when i asked her what she though would have happened if she hadn't moved away, she unzipped me and unfastened my belt, reached in and took out my cock and started stroking. As she did so she said, "I think I would have given you a lot of hand jobs. And after a while I would have done this", as she lowered her head and took me in her mouth."

In all I was in town for about 24 hours. She sucked me off and we fucked several times. Her parting words were, "I'd almost forgotten how much I like sex. Next time you're in town, leave time to come over and do this again!"

Great job Fredox. Only wish you had gone into a more detail, as you have a good narrative style for describing your adventures.

Karl, the truth is that the anticipation was better than the sex. She wasn't bad -I've never had a bad blow job or fuck- but I suspect the the anticipation was, at least for me, the whole game.Once I had her, she wasn't all that interesting.

She was certainly enthusiastic in her way, but it didn't really click as well as it could have. Perhaps it will improve. The city where I used to live is only an hour or so away from her, and I do go back often for business reasons. I'm sure I'll fuck her again, and perhaps it will improve.

Fredox,
Obviously a lot of differences between touching a firm, tight teenaged girl for the first time, especially when you hardly know what you are doing yourself, and fucking a 65 year old woman. The visuals can hardly have improved.

Apparently she at least liked what you did all those years ago, although I can't recally many of my teenaged partners being orgasmic, and now it's pretty much normal for ladies to be comfortably orgasmic, if not multiple orgasmic.

Indeed, I can still recall the first two women I was with who were orgasmic. One I was fingering in school, with those damn "elastic girdles" on, who got to feeling "strange". I though she was getting sick and we stopped briefly. Afterwards we resumed and she began breathing hard, tensing up and saying "don't stop, don't stop" and then got very noticeably wetter and suddenly relaxed and had a big smile. We did the parking, petting, fingering thing a lot, and she gave more than the occasional hand job/blow job, but was "saving it" so we never fucked, but she had a lot of orgasms on my fingers.

The other, a few years later, who was the first woman I had fucked who really seemed to like it. She was a screamer, which was a pleasant surprise, and very multiorgasmic, which was a vert, very big pleasant surprise. She taught me that if I could hold off cumming just how orgasmic, and vocal, a woman could be. I've had several really good partners over the years (and a few colder ones who are still nice memories), but I've never had better.

I'd love to meet up with both of them again, but sadly have not found them, despite google searches of their names. Damn ladies change their names when they get married.