Girls of 2012 – MILF (Part 2)

If you haven’t read part 1, this won’t make any sense.  Part 1 is HERE.

So we left off Part 1 with the MILF waiting for me to come over with a bottle of wine, my swimsuit, and some answers.  I had scoped out her neighborhood courtesy the satellite view on Google Maps and it sure did look fancy.

I had some hesitation about what to wear, but in the end I went right in the middle of dressy and casual.  simple square-ish black dress shoes and socks, my nicest/most fitted pair of jeans (with a few jimmy hats in the back pocket), a cheap dress belt (plug for Ross), and a black t-shirt untucked.  Now this isn’t just any t-shirt, this happens to be a t-shirt that my friend’s old company made with a flowery design that is very subtle (faint).  The thin-ness of the material on this shirt makes it super nice to wear and the cut on it makes my torso look even better than the shape I’m in.  I wore a classy silver watch and a nice thin Puma jacket over the top (one of those European styled Formula 1 jackets).  Black boxer briefs in case anything was going down before the hot tub.

The trunks I brought were just the cleanest ones I had.  Remember, I live steps from the beach, they get used a lot and I’m not averse to pulling a dirty pair out of the laundry for another beach session.  The wine bottle I brought was one of my staples from Costco (under $20 a bottle).  A South American red wine from the best wine making area of my father’s home country.  I selected this and had it in my wine rack when my father happened to be by my house and noticed it as being one of his long time favorites.  What can I say, the man has good taste and it must’ve rubbed off.

As I drove down the coast I relished in the cool ocean air and the bright moonlight lighting up the ocean.  Something about the salt in the air makes me feel like I’m fully living and breathing when I’m on the coast.  As I drove through all the upscale shopping centers in the town between ours I thought about what her place would be like and what would arise out of our encounter.  I was intrigued and excited, but a calm had descended over me.

As I turned onto her street I pulled my older cheap commuter car to the curb a few houses from her address behind a Mercedes SUV.  I folded then rolled my trunks up and walked the steps down the sidewalk until I was at her front gate, wine bottle in one hand, swim trunks in the other.  Once through the gate and up the walkway I could hear a piano being played.  I knocked and the piano went silent.  A few moments later the door slowly swung open to reveal the MILF.  Shy, but looking stellar.  Here’s where one might throw in a caveat about her age, but she just looked damn attractive.  She had a beautiful smile, happy to see me, and invited me inside.

I stepped inside and gave her a quick hug (heck, we’d only ever met once before and I certainly hadn’t touched her before this) before surveying her place.  I’d walked into the front living room which contained the full size piano she’d been playing only moments before and some expensive and comfortable looking couches and seats.  Really, everything was expensive and nice in her home.  I followed her into the kitchen where her Viking refrigerator and stove gleamed and her marble countertops ended in a large expanse that was part kitchen area, part bar height seating across from the dining room.  I could see out through the windows to the pool with waterfall, bar/grill area, and the hot tub.  The goal.

I set my trunks on one of the high chairs next to the marble expanse and my wine bottle on the top of it.  She had already gone for the opener and some glasses, jabbering about how her wine glasses might be dusty as she hadn’t drank any in a while.  A good sign that her hamster had started running  in earnest.  I got to check out her tight body in the outfit she had on.  She was dressed up, but that’s probably pretty normal for her versus the girls I’m used to dating (where California casual can go way too far).  We started out pretty light in comparison to our text conversations, but as she saw how comfortable I was, she started to delve deeper.  All of the answers I gave her just revealed more depth than she had anticipated.  I was very candid.  We covered topics ranging from my complete inexperience with women out of high school to my skill with massage to traveling the world and to spearfishing/freediving.

I was consistently blowing her away with my masculinity (I’ve been working on this, but this night was the most masculine I’ve been BY FAR), intelligence, steadfastly calm demeanor, and experience.  This worked hugely to my advantage as she could see me as much more than a young good looking guy on the beach.  We had fun flirting with each other throughout a really solid long conversation while we drank my bottle of wine.  She continually would try to tease me about massaging all the other girls at the beach (all friends, albeit some good looking, and all have traded massages with me before) but my frame was unbreakable.  There was something about the interaction with her that had just made me extremely confident in the situation even though I’d never been in it before.  I complimented her and she complimented me, figuratively and literally.  We hadn’t been physical yet, but I knew it would happen and was in ZERO rush to get there.  I was wholeheartedly enjoying myself and I knew she was completely consumed with my presence.

And then we opened another bottle of wine.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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~ by aneroidocean on 02/27/2012.

One Response to “Girls of 2012 – MILF (Part 2)”

  1. You damn tease. Good story.

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