Straight Male / 35
Renee
About a year ago, at my lowest point after my divorce, I met Renee. I had been married for ten years, worked hard and got promoted a few times, and was living pretty well when my wife's depression began to show and ultimately tore us apart. The things she did under the banner of depression to me, which I won't go into here, were absolutely awful and I suspect may have been more of a midlife crisis for her than actual depression. But again, I won't go into that here.
So I moved closer to home, Chattanooga, TN. I grew up there, visited every few years, had some friends living there, it was a really easy decision after everything fell apart. I got another decent job, got my own apartment, and decided to start living life again. Chattanooga is a great city, whether you are into night life, outdoors, or even geeky stuff like comics and board games, video games, and sci-fi. It's actually rediscovering those things that led me to Renee and my current situation.
Browsing comics at a con (yes, Chatt has a few cons that come up throughout the year), I notice this strawberry blonde with glasses and a cute little flannel shirt next to me looking through the box next to me. No ring, no hovering boyfriend, no tagalong girlfriends. She's got freckles and a cute nose (not something I normally notice). Skinny, small chested, but a cute little ass in jeans. And I had completely overstayed my staring welcome, because she says "I don't think there are any comics there," catching me checking her out. I apologize and ask what she's looking for. "Anything with Starfire." Neat, a DC fan. We start talking, end up walking all over together, and I end up buying her a stack of comics (after much ado, which I will address shorrtly). Come to find out that she's also a divorcee rediscovering herself - coincidence. :)
With the mindset I'm in, my goal is not sex right away, so we date, getting together pretty regularly, albeit at weird hours. I come to find out she works two jobs - one as a waitress, one at a hotel downtown on the cleaning staff. She's really sensitive about money, and seems to disapprove at how much I try to shower it on her when we're out (I have no kids, divorce only took a little out of me financially, so I can swing it no problem). And she wont' show me where she lives. I'm getting a "Pretty in Pink" vibe out of her, and after a couple of months she tells me she lives in a trailer with her mom in kind of a rural but rough part of the area, on the Georgia side of the city. And then doesn't talk to me via text or phone for a week.
When I do hear back from her, she tells me she's ashamed and doesn't know if we can keep seeing each other. It hurt to hear that, a lot. I really liked her and thought we had something, comic hunting, checking out Marvel movies, playing board games (something I really missed), and meeting some of the strange denizens of the city at all these hobby shops and gaming locations. It was fun. I asked if we could meet to talk and after a bit she agreed, but I had to come to her place. I'll admit, that made me nervous. I agreed, and grabbed a bottle of wine and a nice little necklace on the way over. I was going to put it on the line, see what happened.
It was a Sunday in November, cold. Damn cold. I drove through her neighborhood and got worried. Broke down cars in yards, stray dogs, dilapidated houses. Some areas of the city, or just around it, are really in poor areas where manufacturing has moved on. Rossville, GA, for example (a place I lived as a kid for a short time) was decimated when the Borg plant left in the mid-nineties and never recovered.
Her trailer is gray, behind a full yard with a chain link fence. I see her car, and old Acura (clean but definitely on its last legs), and a beater truck. Looking in the window as I walked toward her house, also clean but not in great shape. No dogs, little garden in the back behind the place. She opens the little screen door and lets me in, house slippers and blue jeans, cute little pink and white tee with no jacket. I grab her arms as I walk up the fiberglass steps and try to warm them as best I can with my parcels, we go inside.
Yep, she's poor. Just like her car, the house is clean but it's run down. She and her mom have done pretty well for what they have, and there's some pride in what they've done, but everything is dated and you can see it. I meet her Mom, who is about to head to work herself, so I move my car and we chat outside for a little bit before she leaves. "Nice car," she says. Mom is like the middle aged version of Renee's, by the way, just with shorter hair. It's weird, but lets me know Renee will age gracefully. "She really likes you," mom says. "You'd better be here for the right reasons." Southern guilt, works so well!
Renee and I sit on her couch, watching old movies for the better part of the day. It's awkward, something is bothering her. We touch lightly while watching, my arm around her, sipping wine (not in wine glasses). She smells like vanilla sugar, my favorite. Cheap but inviting. She feels so good in my arms, perfect fit. I can feel her cute hips and ass against my side. At once we both blurt out "I like you." Then we laugh, awkwardly. I lift her chin, and kiss her, against the backdrop of some old anime from the 80s about ninjas, lots of blood. Perfect, right?
We move to her room, and slowly I undress her, pulling that shirt over her head to reveal no bra, those cute little tits at perfect attention. I unbutton her jeans, cotton panties, light blue, bikini cut. They are a little worn, but fit her well. She says nothing but gets on her knees, unbuttoning my pants and skillfully finding my cock through my boxers. In no time it's in her mouth and she is sucking slowly, that free hand pulling my pants down the rest of the way, boxers after that, than finding my balls and stroking them. I lean over and lift her chin up again, kiss her and linger a bit, looking her in the eyes (pretty brown eyes). I sit on her bed, and she crawls over, slowly across the dark red carpet in her bedroom. She sits back on her knees right as she gets to me, then leans back, licks two fingers, and slides them right down her panties. She laughs at me, I'm in shock at the filthy look in her eyes and how intensely she's going to town. I get in the floor with her, get behind her, and wrap my arms around her, feeling her tits, her ribs, her hips, her ass, anything I can touch. Kissing her neck, ears, back, moving her head a bit and kissing her mouth from the side. Vanilla sugar, the smell is almost overpowering. My fingers in her hair, massaging her neck right where her hairline is, pulling her hair a little bit so her head tilts back, making her gasp a little and open her mouth. I say into her ear, low "you're absolutely perfect." And she starts spasming, having an orgasm right there. I put my hand on top of hers in her panties and push into and around them, feeling her hairy pussy, and she cries out as she rides it down. She leans forward, rises up so she's pressing her ass into me. I raise up to and push her forward so that my cock presses against those blue panties hard. I could be content humping those panties at this point. As she comes down finally, sitting back against me, I hold her and we both withdraw from her pussy. Breathing hard, she turns to look at me, and presses her fingers against my lips, into my mouth. "Taste me" she says. And I do, tasting her tangy pussy on her fingers, greedily. She turns around all the way and kisses me on the mouth, lots of tongue. Then she promptly grabs my cock and takes it fully in her mouth, jerking me hard and swaying her ass from side to side. Sitting back on my knees, hands behind to brace, I lift up just a bit and cum like a fountain. She does not stop, letting me erupt into her mouth and fill it completely. She raises up, opens her mouth slightly to show me what I did, then swallows the whole load, never breaking eye contact but pushing her glasses back into place. I pull her to me and just hold her tight, feeling her tiny body against mine just perfectly on the floor of her bedroom. We move to her bed and I just hold her until we both kind of nod off.
She's perfect, perfectly agreeable and a perfect little slut for me.
About a year ago, at my lowest point after my divorce, I met Renee. I had been married for ten years, worked hard and got promoted a few times, and was living pretty well when my wife's depression began to show and ultimately tore us apart. The things she did under the banner of depression to me, which I won't go into here, were absolutely awful and I suspect may have been more of a midlife crisis for her than actual depression. But again, I won't go into that here.
So I moved closer to home, Chattanooga, TN. I grew up there, visited every few years, had some friends living there, it was a really easy decision after everything fell apart. I got another decent job, got my own apartment, and decided to start living life again. Chattanooga is a great city, whether you are into night life, outdoors, or even geeky stuff like comics and board games, video games, and sci-fi. It's actually rediscovering those things that led me to Renee and my current situation.
Browsing comics at a con (yes, Chatt has a few cons that come up throughout the year), I notice this strawberry blonde with glasses and a cute little flannel shirt next to me looking through the box next to me. No ring, no hovering boyfriend, no tagalong girlfriends. She's got freckles and a cute nose (not something I normally notice). Skinny, small chested, but a cute little ass in jeans. And I had completely overstayed my staring welcome, because she says "I don't think there are any comics there," catching me checking her out. I apologize and ask what she's looking for. "Anything with Starfire." Neat, a DC fan. We start talking, end up walking all over together, and I end up buying her a stack of comics (after much ado, which I will address shorrtly). Come to find out that she's also a divorcee rediscovering herself - coincidence. :)
With the mindset I'm in, my goal is not sex right away, so we date, getting together pretty regularly, albeit at weird hours. I come to find out she works two jobs - one as a waitress, one at a hotel downtown on the cleaning staff. She's really sensitive about money, and seems to disapprove at how much I try to shower it on her when we're out (I have no kids, divorce only took a little out of me financially, so I can swing it no problem). And she wont' show me where she lives. I'm getting a "Pretty in Pink" vibe out of her, and after a couple of months she tells me she lives in a trailer with her mom in kind of a rural but rough part of the area, on the Georgia side of the city. And then doesn't talk to me via text or phone for a week.
When I do hear back from her, she tells me she's ashamed and doesn't know if we can keep seeing each other. It hurt to hear that, a lot. I really liked her and thought we had something, comic hunting, checking out Marvel movies, playing board games (something I really missed), and meeting some of the strange denizens of the city at all these hobby shops and gaming locations. It was fun. I asked if we could meet to talk and after a bit she agreed, but I had to come to her place. I'll admit, that made me nervous. I agreed, and grabbed a bottle of wine and a nice little necklace on the way over. I was going to put it on the line, see what happened.
It was a Sunday in November, cold. Damn cold. I drove through her neighborhood and got worried. Broke down cars in yards, stray dogs, dilapidated houses. Some areas of the city, or just around it, are really in poor areas where manufacturing has moved on. Rossville, GA, for example (a place I lived as a kid for a short time) was decimated when the Borg plant left in the mid-nineties and never recovered.
Her trailer is gray, behind a full yard with a chain link fence. I see her car, and old Acura (clean but definitely on its last legs), and a beater truck. Looking in the window as I walked toward her house, also clean but not in great shape. No dogs, little garden in the back behind the place. She opens the little screen door and lets me in, house slippers and blue jeans, cute little pink and white tee with no jacket. I grab her arms as I walk up the fiberglass steps and try to warm them as best I can with my parcels, we go inside.
Yep, she's poor. Just like her car, the house is clean but it's run down. She and her mom have done pretty well for what they have, and there's some pride in what they've done, but everything is dated and you can see it. I meet her Mom, who is about to head to work herself, so I move my car and we chat outside for a little bit before she leaves. "Nice car," she says. Mom is like the middle aged version of Renee's, by the way, just with shorter hair. It's weird, but lets me know Renee will age gracefully. "She really likes you," mom says. "You'd better be here for the right reasons." Southern guilt, works so well!
Renee and I sit on her couch, watching old movies for the better part of the day. It's awkward, something is bothering her. We touch lightly while watching, my arm around her, sipping wine (not in wine glasses). She smells like vanilla sugar, my favorite. Cheap but inviting. She feels so good in my arms, perfect fit. I can feel her cute hips and ass against my side. At once we both blurt out "I like you." Then we laugh, awkwardly. I lift her chin, and kiss her, against the backdrop of some old anime from the 80s about ninjas, lots of blood. Perfect, right?
We move to her room, and slowly I undress her, pulling that shirt over her head to reveal no bra, those cute little tits at perfect attention. I unbutton her jeans, cotton panties, light blue, bikini cut. They are a little worn, but fit her well. She says nothing but gets on her knees, unbuttoning my pants and skillfully finding my cock through my boxers. In no time it's in her mouth and she is sucking slowly, that free hand pulling my pants down the rest of the way, boxers after that, than finding my balls and stroking them. I lean over and lift her chin up again, kiss her and linger a bit, looking her in the eyes (pretty brown eyes). I sit on her bed, and she crawls over, slowly across the dark red carpet in her bedroom. She sits back on her knees right as she gets to me, then leans back, licks two fingers, and slides them right down her panties. She laughs at me, I'm in shock at the filthy look in her eyes and how intensely she's going to town. I get in the floor with her, get behind her, and wrap my arms around her, feeling her tits, her ribs, her hips, her ass, anything I can touch. Kissing her neck, ears, back, moving her head a bit and kissing her mouth from the side. Vanilla sugar, the smell is almost overpowering. My fingers in her hair, massaging her neck right where her hairline is, pulling her hair a little bit so her head tilts back, making her gasp a little and open her mouth. I say into her ear, low "you're absolutely perfect." And she starts spasming, having an orgasm right there. I put my hand on top of hers in her panties and push into and around them, feeling her hairy pussy, and she cries out as she rides it down. She leans forward, rises up so she's pressing her ass into me. I raise up to and push her forward so that my cock presses against those blue panties hard. I could be content humping those panties at this point. As she comes down finally, sitting back against me, I hold her and we both withdraw from her pussy. Breathing hard, she turns to look at me, and presses her fingers against my lips, into my mouth. "Taste me" she says. And I do, tasting her tangy pussy on her fingers, greedily. She turns around all the way and kisses me on the mouth, lots of tongue. Then she promptly grabs my cock and takes it fully in her mouth, jerking me hard and swaying her ass from side to side. Sitting back on my knees, hands behind to brace, I lift up just a bit and cum like a fountain. She does not stop, letting me erupt into her mouth and fill it completely. She raises up, opens her mouth slightly to show me what I did, then swallows the whole load, never breaking eye contact but pushing her glasses back into place. I pull her to me and just hold her tight, feeling her tiny body against mine just perfectly on the floor of her bedroom. We move to her bed and I just hold her until we both kind of nod off.
She's perfect, perfectly agreeable and a perfect little slut for me.
