I Like Your Shoes

That's how he got me. With those four little words. Such a cheesy line.

"I like your shoes."

I'm not usually one to give a crap about the opinions of others. Especially when it comes to how I dress. But I loved those shoes. Black leather flats with metal studded straps over the toes. They were adorable and sexy and so damn comfy.

I met Jason at a local meetup for those with an interest in philosophy. The area was quite conservative. I hated it. This was a place to discuss and explore different ideas. I was new and everyone else already knew one another.

He invited me for drinks at this little gastro pub. He was older and I think he was trying to seem hip, as the kids say. His hair was grown out a bit and he clearly worked out. Not too bulky, but he had a good definition. He made eye contact, he asked questions, he asked follow up questions. He seemed to genuinely care.

I was also leaving the area in a few weeks and bored out of my mind. Drinks with him were fun. And calm. I didn't worry about the stuff I did with guys my age. Jason relaxed me while exciting me in a different way. I hadn't slept with anyone since my heart had been shattered. All I wanted was calm.

He actually enjoyed my stories. It'd been a while since he'd had much adventure of his own. He'd gotten divorced and slipped into a depression. Slowly crawling his way out of it with the help of medication. Medication that also caused some trouble downstairs. (His words, not mine.) He said he hadn't minded at the time. He'd dated for a bit, about six months ago. She'd been very aggressive, and he wasn't ready for it then. We didn't talk about that over drinks. Not then.

He invited me back to his place. Two rescue pugs greeted us, and I nearly forgot I was an adult human as I squealed and played with the pups. He just watched me. And he let me be. That was something I really adored about him. I never felt as though I needed to be anyone or anything else. I was unabashedly me, for the first time in too long that was true.

We watched the final episode of Futurama. Well, final at the time. The one where Fry fucks up the time travel device and he and Leela spend a lifetime together with everything else frozen. We spent the better part of the evening discussing time travel and how really Fry and Leela were stuck in an infinite loop of re-experiencing that lifetime together. That didn't sound so terrible to me. Lifetime after lifetime with someone you love, where all you do is travel and fuck.

I could get on board with that.

Neither of us made a move that night. I needed to get going anyway. I was running late for a favor I was supposed to be doing for someone. That bit isn't important outside of me choosing me for a change. He asked to hang out again. Those were his words, hang out again.

"Sure," I said. I'd had fun after all. I wasn't sure he wanted anything other than someone to hang out with. That was at least partially what I wanted too.

The next week we went on a sort of date. We went to a little pizza joint first. I wore those shoes we both admired again. Then he gave me a blue marble. It had snowed recently, and the roads and trails were still a bit slushy. He knew what a fan of Carl Sagan's I was, and he was going to show me his grave. It took a little finding, but we made it. You could see piles of blue marbles all around it. The snow had melted a bit, but they were still all frozen together. It was weirdly, cosmically beautiful. Pristine white snow strewn with blue marbles in, on, and under the snow. The shoes had been a bad idea.

We ended up back at his place. He had a hot tub in a little closed off porch area. He told me he, as well as several others from the philosophy meetup, were nudists in their free time. He thought that was a bit of a joke. "Not bad, for a dad joke," I'd teased him. He took it on the chin. Adorably so.

They had nude dinners, nude game nights, and would often end up in the hot tub, drinking, relaxing, calmly. I'd never done anything like that, and I made him promise he'd invite me to their next naked meetup. Laughing, he eagerly agreed.

We ended up watching Jurassic Park, cuddled up together. His dogs curled up around me as I rested my head on his chest. He later told me he enjoyed that almost as much as anything. Just being together, comfortably, existing in happiness. The movie ended and I was getting ready to head home. I made him again promise to invite me next time for the nude festivities.

"Well, you could always try it now? I'll behave, I swear! Unless you don't want me to." He winked at me and I wrinkled my nose. I hate when people wink at me. I don't know why; it just bothers me. "No pressure. Just thought I'd offer. Best to dip your toe in first and all that."

"I don't know. I mean, I want to! It's just...."

"I'll go inside. You can undress out here then hop in. Yell when you're done, and I'll come out and join you."

I thought about it for maybe ten seconds before I started to get giddy about it. I love being in any body of water, and this was going to be a first for me. I was in my early 20's and came from a very conservative background. I knew there was a freak inside of me, but letting that monster out was a slow process. One Jason was very happy to help with.

I quickly undressed and gingerly dipped into the hot tub. One thing I didn't know about hot tubs and having rather large breasts. They float. I could feel my face turning crimson as I realized there was nothing to be done about it. I held them down and called out to him. "As ready as I'll ever be!" Maybe not the best choice of words. I closed my eyes when he opened the door. To this day I don't know why. Not really. I'd made him promise to invite me to nude game night, but I was giving him this modicum of modesty as I held my buoyant breasts under water.

He chuckled when he saw me but said nothing. Maybe he was laughing at me holding my tits down. Maybe he was laughing at my closed eyes. I'm not sure. I asked him and he said, "You're just adorable, that's all." I still like being called adorable. I guess I like to be adored.

He hadn't turned the lights on, and it was mostly dark in this little enclosed patio room. He had some mood lighting so we could see one another, but just barely. He'd brought drinks out, setting them on a little side table. Grabbing one, he tried to hand it to me. I realized I couldn't hold both my breasts down and have a drink at the same time. "Oh, fuck it," I said, letting them loose and taking the drink. He made a very pointed effort to not stare directly. Not right then, anyway.

We both loosened up and started telling one another stories. He'd driven across the country a few times. I was about to do it myself in another week or so. He told me he was going to get me a Maglite flashlight to keep in the car. This was followed by a few stories that made me a bit nervous. "You'll be fine! But better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it."

After a while our stories became more reflective. I found myself getting closer and closer to him. Drinks gone, hands free, one strong arm around me, just holding me, not brushing up against anything. I looked up at him as he looked down to me. He kissed me and I moaned into his mouth as I grabbed his leg, wanting to grab more, but hesitant. He moaned back as my fingers dug into him. I could feel him holding onto the hot tub with his other arm as we kissed, apparently not wanting to come off as too eager.

My naïve, and mostly innocent self worked up the nerve to grab his cock. I was fairly excited given what I was literally handling. He was already throbbing and as I stroked him his head fell back. The most erotic groan I'd ever heard escaped his lips and I'd never been so turned on. I started kissing his neck, sucking on it, scraping my teeth over parts that made him jump. I moved to better position myself as I continued down his neck and chest, my breasts brushing up against him as I continued to stroke him.

He asked me if I was sure, he was older and worried about me. I was very sure, and told him so. He confided in me that he hadn't slept with anyone in over three years, and he couldn't remember the last time he came. He'd been off his antidepressants for long enough at that point, and clearly his ED had cleared up. But his doctor had prescribed Viagra, just in case. "Would it bother you if I took one? I don't think I need it, but I've never had sex while on it and it might be fun."

Of course I didn't mind. Hopping out of the tub he went to take it. I didn't close my eyes this time. He had a great ass and as I now knew, he was quite sizable. He was back in an instant and now all over me. Kissing me, moving his hands over every bit of me. Enjoying every second and every inch. There wasn't any hurry, and it was glorious. Up to this point I'd only slept with people around my age. They were young and hungry and impatient. The only one of those that described him was hungry. But really, he was more starved.

He loved my tits. He worshiped my breasts. They were pierced at the time. A first for him and he took his time exploring, experimenting, rolling the metal around with his tongue through my flesh. My legs were wrapped around him as he adored me and my nipples. He enjoyed that, feeling me around him, grinding on him in the water. But that wasn't what excited him, really excited him. His fingers found my pussy and the warmth within made his whole body shiver. I could feel my own excitement realizing what my body did to his.

That was my first experience with edging. He'd get me painstakingly close and then just stop. It was driving me crazy. He did this for almost an hour before he started rubbing my clit with the head of his cock. He asked me again if I was sure. I knew I was, but he'd seemed like such a tease and kept asking. Not to mention it had been years. He'd tried to get interested with someone else and it hadn't worked out well. If nothing else just to get back into the groove of it all. It seemed only right to ask him if he was sure.

He looked at me when I asked and blinked a few times before answering. "You are a dream come true and I have never been as sure of anything as I am about this right now. You make me feel like a rock star and the only thing I want right now is to fuck your brains out."

I laughed so hard at his words that my head went back of its own volition. I'm no one's dream. I knew this. But damn. What a line! As I was laughing he thrust his cock all the way into me, hard, hitting my cervix and making me yelp and flounder in the water as his face contorted in a pure ecstatic joy he'd clearly missed over the years. Even if he didn't know it, his body clearly had clearly missed it.

We fucked for a while in the hot tub. It's a fun idea, but practically? Water getting forced out of the hot tub, edges of the tub digging into one's back, your head hitting the sides, it was wet and messy and fun. But we soon found ourselves in his bed.

His appetite was slightly satiated now, and he took his time. As hungry as he was before, he'd become more sensual now. He worshipped my curves as he traced them with his lips. I tried to reciprocate, but he held my hands down when I'd reach for him. Maybe I actually was his dream. I knew I was soaking wet before his cock ever came near me, and I'm not talking about the water from the hot tub. And now my pussy was practically dripping. I needed him. He could see the begging, pleading in my eyes. He moved over me, and my legs wrapped around him, back arching as his hard cock slowly slid back into my slick, warm pussy.

Unhurriedly this time, teasingly. My body ached for him to fill me completely. At this point I still hadn't had a single orgasm and I'd never been so desperate for that release. I'd told him I can only cum from penetrative when I'm on top and taking what I need. But he had complete control in this minute, and I wasn't about to question that. He moved up onto his knees as he kept fucking me. He watched me for a moment before his fingers found my clit.

I came embarrassingly quickly under his skilled ministrations. Quicker than I ever had, and harder than I ever have, before or after. I don't remember too much of being in that moment, but I remember nearly blacking out from the pure pleasure. I remember grasping him desperately as my body shook, tears in my eyes, and I remember he started thrusting into me with a frenzy as my pussy clenched his cock with the reverberations from my orgasm.

When I say I came hard, it is of note as it was out of the ordinary, given the intensity. Jason had not had sex in three years. He didn't remember the last time he'd had any orgasm at all. His face, as he filled me, with all the desire and need and hunger of that lost time will be forever etched in my memory. It was erotic and beautiful and quite literally took my breath away. Not to mention the noises he made that make me quiver still to recall them. Now, I have a general idea of how the human body works. I realize he didn't have a backlog of semen from the past three years, but feeling him fill me up, feeling it spill out of me as he still shot more and more deep inside of me, you could have fooled me. It was a sensation unlike any other as he emptied himself into me. My only regret is that we hadn't timed it. His orgasm went on for an impressively long time. And I enjoyed every second of it.

I got up relatively quickly to clean up after that. There was already a mammoth of a wet spot, and I didn't need to keep adding to it. I came back to find him laying in bed, hands behind his head as he looked away in a daze. I watched him for a moment. When I'd had these kind of hook ups before I never stayed over. I just didn't like to, but it felt different with him. There had been passion in this fuck, and I didn't want to go. But I didn't know if I should stay. He threw the blankets away and gestured for me to climb in with him. I smiled coyly. It felt a far more intimate gesture than what we'd been doing moments ago.

I climbed in and curled up to him. His strong arms going around me again as my breasts pressed up against his side. We didn't talk. Not for a long time. He was the one to eventually break the silence. "I hope you don't mind just being here like this. I'm sure you have other places to be. But this, it's nice. I can pretend for a bit to have a life with a charming and beautiful woman by my side." I wanted to scoff at his flirtatious words. I wanted to tell him he didn't need to pretend. He'd find someone probably sooner rather than later. All that shite people say to each other in times like this. I didn't. I just nuzzled into him all the more, pretending I had someone that cared for me. What's the harm in both of us pretending, for just a little while?

I woke before him. He was clearly exhausted, and I smiled to myself remembering his face from last night. I moved to get out of bed, and he caught me, taking me by surprise. He pulled me back to him. Growling into my hair as he said, "Mine." I giggled at his possessiveness as his hands began to get lost along my side, over my hips, down my pelvis. My giggles quickly becoming moans. He wasn't working to make me cum, simply to make me want him again.

"Can I ask for something?" He whispered into my hair. I wouldn't have told him no in a normal situation. Now with his fingers teasing me, it certainly wasn't even a question. I whimpered an acknowledgement. "You can say no, of course, but I haven't had a blow job in—"

I jumped and turned my body around. This man had given me so much pleasure. His noises were so stimulating. I wanted to see what else I could coax out of him. In every sense of the word.

I was not disappointed. Neither was he.