When we arrived at my place she was pleased with my townhouse. She made several comments about how nicely decorated it was and how roomy it was for a single guy.

I offered her a glass of wine and she accepted.

I gave her a quick tour but I guessed she was tired so I wanted to get her settled and comfortable so she could head off to bed when she was ready. I offered her the use of the master bedroom and bath.

I have a king size bed and the shower is four feet wide and six feet long with bench seats and double shower heads. I thought she would be more comfortable being in a room with an accessible bathroom. She graciously declined and said the guest room would be fine but I wished she had accepted my offer. It had been a long day at work and I told her I needed to take a shower and she was welcome to do the same. She asked if she could borrow one of my shirts for a nightshirt so I showed her where my closet was and told her she could have her pick. The t-shirts were in the top drawer of the dresser and there were other shirts hanging in the closet. I went to the guest bath and set out a couple clean towels out for her and then went downstairs to pour her a promised glass of wine and give her a bit of privacy. When I came back upstairs I heard the water running.

But it wasn't coming from the guest bath. I peeked around the corner into my room and saw her dress and heals at the end of my bed. She was in my shower! The door was still half open and I wasn't sure if this was an invitation or a test. I didn't dare get down to my birthday suit and join her.

How embarrassing it would have been if I was mistaken. Should I? Shouldn't I? Damn Why do women always leave these kind of decisions up to the man? Being the consummate gentleman that I am I NEED an invitation. Just tell me to stay out! Or invite me in! Or drop your shirt-I mean my shirt! Do something! A man would never say no! Doesn't she know that by now? She's almost thirty-five years old. Hasn't she learned by now that we are all that easy?! Standing there with wine glass in hand, still contemplating my options she pops her head out and asks if the wine was for her. I mumbled a quiet "of course" and she reached out from the bathroom for the glass of wine. She was wearing one of my blue collared dress shirts and had rolled the sleeves up to the top of her wrists. The shirt swallowed her up but it couldn't have fit her more perfectly. There is nothing sexier than a woman in a mans dress shirt standing barefoot and otherwise butt naked in a bathroom with a glass of wine in her hand. Especially when it's my bathroom and my shirt! I gave her the glass of wine and the door closed behind her. There was my answer.

I decided to grab a quick shower in the guest bath so I could at least spend a little more time with her before we went separately to our beds. Maybe she'd like to sit down stairs and talk some more. I was in and out of the shower in five minutes and I threw on a pair of dark blue sweats with a draw string at the waist and an old t-shirt. I could still hear the shower running so I went downstairs and grabbed a beer.

I lit a couple of candles around the living room and turned off the main lights overhead leaving on only one dim lamp. Soon enough she came downstairs carrying half of a glass of wine and wearing nothing more than that blue collared shirt and that beautiful smile.

That shirt just became my favorite shirt. Her hair was wet and she had brushed it straight back. I didn't think she could look any sexier than she did at the restaurant but it just kept getting better and better. I was beginning to have some self control problems with her looking so good and I began to curse my decision to wear those God Damn sweats. She sat down beside me on the love seat and I told her how incredible she smelled. She said she hoped I didn't mind but she had found a couple miniature bars of Caress and Olay and soft placeorted organic soaps in a bowl on the vanity and helped herself to them. I knew that she didn't smell like my soap. We continued our conversation from where we left off at the restaurant and she eventually asked me what I thought had gone wrong between my wife and I. I told her it was probably more my fault than hers and If I had been mature enough I would have stayed and worked it out.

But I was young and stupid and made decisions that became irreversible. She lived in the same town as my Ex-wife so I asked if she ever saw her around the neighborhood.

She said she had and that they had talked on several occasions. She said that my Ex's version was about the same but with a few expletives. Then she told me that the one thing she said we never had a problem with was our sex life. I was surprised. I mean, up until the final year our sex life was great but that is the last thing I expected my Ex to tell anyone after a rather bitter break-up.

I told her that she was right and she said that my Ex-wife said "We never had a problem in bed".

Again I said she was absolutely right and Lisa stared directly into my eyes and said "Will you show me how good it can be"? I needed no more invitation that that! I was hard in a split second as I reached for her wine glass and sat it on the floor. I finally had the chance to touch her beautiful skin and I was determined to take my time and enjoy every inch of her. I placed my hand on the side of her face and pulled her close to me. The first kiss was slight and tentative but sweet. We kissed for what seemed to be several minutes and the kisses became more aggressive and determined and she tasted the inside of my top lip with her tongue. Her lips were small and thin and she was an amazing kisser. I adore kissing and I was so excited at having a chance to kiss this beautiful creature that I had so admired all night long. I could hear her breath quickening and she was holding the back of my neck and pressing her mouth to mine. It was incredible. She was so hot and I knew she had been wanting this the entire evening. I took her by the hand, grabbed one of the larger candles and led her back to my bedroom. I again asked with a big smile if she'd like to stay in my room. This time she agreed. I took off my shirt and I began to take her by the hand and lead her to the bed but she had other ideas. She asked me to lay down on the bed and she propped a couple pillows under my head. She walked back to the foot of the bed and slowly started removing her shirt. She unbuttoned it slowly from top to bottom and as each button popped open the shirt spread further and further apart revealing her beautiful little body. She pulled the shirt aside to reveal her breasts and they were more beautiful than I could have ever hoped for. They were natural and quite large and stood straight out from her lovely body. Her nipples weren't hard yet, which surprised me but they were large and began to get hard as she raised her hands to her breasts and cupped them, eventually squeezing the nipple at between her forefingers and thumbs.

She dropped her shoulders back and let the shirt fall to the floor and in the dim light I could see the outline of her pubic hair. It was trimmed close and a very small thin hairline extended from her personal place upward. It was dark and inviting. She crawled slowly up onto the bed and put her fingers in the top of my sweats and gently tugged at them until they gave way over my hips. I was enjoying every second of her play. Before my sweats hit the floor she was crawling back toward me. She pulled herself on top of me and began kissing me again. We kissed deeply and passionately and our tongues were in and out of each others mouths. I could feel her pubic hair grinding on my length.

She kissed my face and my lips and just above and below my eyes and then stopped and stared at me. She looked into my eyes and told me she had wanted this since the moment she saw me in my restaurant. She kissed me again and with the same fluid motion that had brought her atop of me she eased her body further up the bed and held onto the headboard with both hands. She positioned her sweet softness directly over my face and slowly lowered herself down onto my lips and waiting tongue. She was sooo wet. She was teasing on my face before I ever put my mouth on her. And she tasted so sweet. I had never experienced a woman that had no taste at all. It was sweet and wet. Very wet. Her juices were running down the sides of my face and I couldn't get enough.

I eased my tongue from the bottom of her lips to the tip of her personal place and kissed and sucked her ever so gently. Over and over again I slipped my tongue inside of her while my hands caressed her soft place and lightly brushed her sensitive place. I slowly pushed my middle finger inside of her and she groaned and pushed back on my hand. I slipped one more past her wet lips and she omitted another groan and a slight gasp for air. I loved making her feel good and I loved listening to the pleasure I was giving her. It was absolutely the sexiest encounter I had ever experienced.

As I slid my fingers in and out of her I passed them over her soft place and each time I felt her press her soft place towards my fingers. I continued to dip my fingers in and out of her while I toyed and nibbled on her personal place. She was getting hotter with every stroke and I could tell she was getting closer to an orgasm. She pressed her soft place against my hand once more as I brushed her soft place and I pressed my finger against her sensitive place. I let my finger slip into her soft place and she let out a slight scream, raised up and then slowly let herself back down onto my finger. I only let the tip of my finger enter her soft place and I continued to kiss and toy her beautiful softness until I was about to drown.

I had never seen a woman so wet. But it was amazing.

I could not get over how good she tasted. She pushed back on my finger and she began to press her soft edges to my mouth and tongue. Her breath quickened again, faster with each second and she gasped and moaned as she gripped the headboard and pulled my hair. As I toyed her personal place and and softly sucked it into my mouth she began to shutter and squeal and tried to pull away from me. I held her tight to my mouth and kept her pressed against me and she screamed and convulsed for what seemed an eternity and finally jerked herself away from my mouth. She slid her body down onto mine and laid her head next to me.

She was still breathing hard and trying to catch her breath. Her legs were crossed and she was cupping her hand over her softness almost like she was protecting it from me.

She laid on top of me for a couple of minutes and just whimpered slightly and when she had finally caught her breath she kissed me lightly on the cheek. She could feel the wetness running down my cheek and asked me if that was from her. I said yes and she started to giggle and apologize but I told her she had nothing to apologize for. She was the most erotic woman that I had ever been with.