Together With Tammi Part 1
Together With Tammi Part 1
by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
This work contains explicit material intended for adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex, do not continue.
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Author’s note:
_An older man finds a gurlfriend to share in his retirement. I hope you enjoy this fantasy.
_
I 'm Bill, a guy in my early seventies with a gurlfriend who makes me feel much younger. I met Tammi online, but she was in another state for the winter, returning in four months. During her absence we exchanged emails every day and talked on the phone as often as we could, both eager for the time we could meet in person.
Upon her return we met at a coffee shop and talked for a while. I held her hand across the table, looking forward to doing so much more. We finished our coffee and drove to a nearby park which featured many nature trails. I parked the car and opened Tammi's door, offering her my hand.
"You are just the gentleman I imagined," she said with a smile. Gosh she was beautiful — and that smile seemed to amplify her beauty!
As she stepped out of the car, I pulled her close to me and said, "You feel so good in my arms — like you belong there."
"I like being in your arms," she said, bringing her lips to mine. This long-anticipated kiss was like magic. Our tongues danced together as our desire grew stronger. Our kissing continued for several minutes, until we heard a car entering the parking lot. We were no longer alone, so we broke our kiss and stepped back, gazing at each other.
"You look even better than I expected," I said, "And my expectations were pretty high."
"So far you are all that I'd hoped for," Tammi replied, "But I have a feeling it's going to get even better!"
"Let's stroll down a nature trail," I said, "There's one over there."
As we turned toward the path Tammi took my hand and we walked. Hand holding is such a simple thing, but it felt almost electric! Maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic, but walking side by side with Tammi, holding hands made me feel like a teenager again. Except it was different now — my years had helped me overcome the timidity of youth, and now I knew how to relate to a woman in a way that had escaped me years ago.
We approached a bridge over stream and stopped to watch the water flow. We startled a few frogs and turtles, which took cover in the water. I turned to Tammi and once again took her into my arms. Our kissing resumed as before and continued for a few minutes. I pulled back and gazed into her eyes. "I love your kisses, but want so much more," I said.
"I think I may know what you want," Tammi said, "All men have certain basic needs ..."
"As do women," I interrupted, "But many men are too selfish to attend to a woman's needs — I will put your pleasure ahead of mine because I want much more than other men want."
"Oh?" responded Tammi, "What would that be?"
"Many men just want a gurl like you because they think you are easy," I explained, "They want a quick lay or blowjob and then leave you feeling used — I want much, much more — I want the whole gurl!"
"What do you mean by that?" Tammi asked in wonder.
"I want YOU — your body, your mind and especially your heart!" I declared.
"You're very different from other men," she said, "At least you seem to be."
"Just give me the chance and I'll prove it to you," I assured Tammi.
"It sounds like you want ALL of me," she countered, "But what do I get?"
"You get ALL of me," I offered.
"I will give you as much time as we can both manage," Tammi replied, "But I have to be back home in an hour."
We continued our walk, making plans for our next date. We took a few more opportunities to kiss but kept them brief out of respect for Tammi's schedule. We arrived back at the car, and I drove Tammi back to her car. I opened the car door for her and kissed her before she entered.
As she drove off, I looked forward to seeing her again soon.
To be continued . . .
Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)