Smitten with Him

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Will You Marry Me?

on May 20, 2016

For the beginning of the story, click here


I don’t know what to name him… Usually something comes to me… Maybe “Steamboat” because that’s where he’s moving and he’s kind of a dreamboat 😉 or DS for Dreamboat in Steamboat… I don’t know. Maybe you can think of something.

He’s my age, attractive, intelligent, half black, half Mexican, only about an inch taller than me and very, very skinny (doesn’t shave his nethers either, hmmm…). He’s been a registered nurse for 20 years and loves his family who he goes to see every year. He wants to open his own retirement home and has a plan already in process. He likes EDM (electronic dance music), Pink Floyd, classic rock… He likes the same drugs as I do and likes to drink, but knows how to be safe because he’s a nurse. He drives a brand spanking new Miata and one would *think* he’s gay except for (maybe) the way he eats my pussy and kisses me… Damn!

There was kissing at the restaurant, but only regular date-type kissing – not the annoying “get a room” kind. Once we left and were in his car, however… 😉 He leaned over to kiss me at every stoplight and his fingers immediately intertwined with mine. He kisses different than anyone I have ever kissed. It’s possessive and consuming and passionate; I love it! I told him as much and he said, “No one has ever told me I was a good kisser before.”

“What?! Well then, it looks like I have some catching up to do then,” I said and kissed him again before I told him again 😀

(It wasn’t until yesterday morning that he told me he never used to like kissing anyone before me.)

We stopped at the liquor store on the way. As he drove, we talked about family, skating, friends, exes… He told me about exes and his experiences at Burning Man and moving to Steamboat Springs. I talked about my exes and roller skating and my daughter graduating this week.

His place was definitely a bachelor pad. The living room was his workshop – he does electronic art projects. But it was also very tidy – especially considering he will be moving out this coming Sunday! As we sat in his kitchen and chatted, he told me in detail what he was making me for breakfast and (even better) what he would doing to me before breakfast. He asked me more about my kids and Doom-n-Gloom. I explained he is still living in my house until September, we’re in separate rooms, etc, etc… He was cool with that (Mick still doesn’t even know my ex still lives with me).

It seemed like we talked forever! We covered so much ground, but it was only midnight when we crawled into bed. I made a few playful comments about his furry blanket and comfy pillows (because I liked them. So comfy. Mmm…) and, before I knew it, he was kissing his way down my chest to my nethers.

He started out gentle. Caressing with his tongue and waiting for body cues before diving right in with the chomping and sucking. (I’d forgotten how wonderful it feels when a man truly has that skill and truly loves to do it!) He was happy to stay at the foot of the bed for quite some time, slurping away as I got wetter and wetter. Every once in a while he would pull back and blow gently, most times sending my hips bucking because I wanted his warm mouth back on my pussy!

It has been a while since a man just wanted to focus on giving me oral (TC). A man who was happy to do only that, and is satisfied with only doing that. It’s selfless and just makes me want to focus on satisfying them even more, because that is very much how I feel while I am pleasuring my lover. Being the cause of my lover’s pleasure is intoxicating. I can listen to sighs of ecstasy all night long…

And that’s pretty much what we did…

It was his turn, then it was my turn, then his, then mine… There were little naps in between, but we held each other the entire night.

The next morning, when I was taking my “final turn” before I needed to leave, he looked me straight in the eyes and said:

Smitten, you are the most wonderful and amazing woman I have ever met in my life. I love you and want you to marry me. Not now. I don’t want it to be now. Let’s wait a year. I’ve been waiting and looking for 46 years to find the woman I wanted to say those words to. Now that I’ve found you, I don’t have to look any longer and waiting will be easy.

In fact, I don’t even want you to tell me you love me for at least 1 full year. So, next May… That will give us time to sort things out.

Yeah… I definitely have some things to sort out…


8 responses to “Will You Marry Me?

  1. oceanswater says:

    Now that is funny,., 🙂

  2. Janelle says:

    Oh Smitten … this is SO NICE to read! I’m so pleased you had such a wonderful time.

  3. […] It should be plenty kinds of interesting because we’ve never talked very seriously about anything, yet he has professed his undying love for me and even proposed marriage! […]

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