It was the 8th date. Far past her expectations. Martin was attractive, he was funny. Occasionally inappropriate. The first night he stayed late at her house, he helped himself to some leftovers in her fridge. Sadly though, he ate right from the pan of enchiladas. She was luke warm about Martin. He was good company though and had kept her busy over the last few weeks. She was ready to go back out into the dating world regardless of her upcoming divorce. She was ready to have some fun. She was ready and willing to spread her wings- and her legs. What she was not ready for, was a boyfriend. She knew it was what Martin wanted and even though he was well aware of her hesitance, he called and came around regularly. Never pushing her past high school-esque making out on her couch after dinner before he would go home, and she would fall to her bed, alone.

Tonight though, they went out dancing with friends. He was charming and popular with her friends. Several drinks into the evening and they were grinding and flowing to the music. The crowded dance floor made for a perfect cover as she pushed her breasts into his chest. He was the same height as her, which she didn’t prefer, but on the dance floor, legs intertwined, she could feel him growing hard against the crease of her thigh. His hand was wrapped around her lower back and she rotated her hips towards him, again and again- fucking him through his pants. Dizzy from the martini’s and the thump bomp bomp of the music. His eyes locked into hers and she noticed how his blue eyes seemed darker tonight. He seemed fixated on her. She leaned in and kissed him hard- telling him with a press into his body what she wanted.

Later at her house, they did not even stop at the makeout couch. He followed her to her room, his eyes watching as she kicked off her shoes, pulled off her top, unhooked her bra. She knew he was watching, and she turned slowly, dropping her bra on the floor and exposing her breasts to him, reaching out her hand and beckoning for him. He removed his shirt and dropped it on the hardwood and pulled her close to him, his hand holding the base of her spine. Her warm flesh melted into his and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him again. Her little moans into his mouth made his cock throb harder than it had been all night. He had been patient and understanding. She was newly separated, she was uncertain. Even though she had spent the last several weeks sending him home to jerk off into a towel, he knew that this moment would come eventually and he’d finally have her.

Martin was not forthcoming with his sexual experience. He never wanted to appear arrogant, and how many guys claim to be good in bed, but end up being no different than the previous guy who made the exact same claim. Brooke was playful and sexy. Sexy as bloody hell, he had told his friends. Her every move was fluid. She never looked out of control of her body. She was graceful and feminine, with just a hint of naughty beneath the surface. Even in situations where everyone else saw her easy propriety, she would glance over at him and purse her lips at him and give him a sexy wink. He had been content to wait for her to warm up. He knew she would be a hell cat, but sometimes you have to be patient and let the kitty come to you.

Brooke and Martin- the sweet spot