Finally Quatrain Cynthia

Slammie's Sindy

As we cocktailed further Sindy begins to lament her unsatisfying relationships with “men“ her own age and within her circles. Past and present. I remember myself at those times. But I had been in a relationship for the most part of the age we were discussing, so dating was not an issue. Today's expectations seemed higher than they had ever been. Set by things we all watched on screens, posed or performed by good-looking actors and actresses who had been dressed and made up by a team of professionals. Then placed in a perfect setting with ultra perfect lighting. They were able to exchange witty lines or pitch-perfect sultry looks of the sort that awkward moments were easily parlayed into, shall we say, high bars to clear for romantic action and lust-fueled coital perfection. The perfection of the type that even the gods and goddesses of fabled Olympus would envy.

But reality was different. Sure we all had moments when things just worked and maybe we felt we were on the magic screens. But life is longer than a program or a porn clip, and eventually we all start wondering if we are missing out. Lacking something. Perhaps something better is just around the corner. I am not immune to that to this day. But at Sindy’s age, it is less of an inkling, and more of a certainty. Her certainty that something different would be better, so something really different would really have to be much much better. Would Sindy’s certainty become my mid-life windfall on this evening? Because if she did not live up to a jaded porn-puffed narcissistic twenty-something lad, to me this young blood looked finer than any I had seen in years. Not to mention her candor about sex, porn, and reactions to the same was quite refreshing and beyond my experience with women her age in those long bygone days of my youth. Such candor was the province of older women in my experience. But not Sindy.

As if on cue for my dirty old man moment a young pierced and grommeted of ear man slouches toward the exit giving either me or Sindy the stink eye as he slides towards the exit. Sindy gives a rather dismissive “see you later “ wave as the young man slips out the door.

That is when Sindy breaks, grabs my arm and thanks me, and confesses fully. She had used me as the “meeting my uncle excuse” on her creepy stalker acquaintance when she saw me talking to the owner. Figured I had to be safe if Ann knew me. Of course this confession is made with her cheek pressed close to my bicep, her hand clutching mine and way more full thigh to thigh contact than necessary to make the strange uncle ruse a complete sale. But it did explain a lot. She offered to buy me a drink and then picked up the conversation right where we left off about the short-cumming’s of “men” her age. (her rabbit ear quotes, not mine) The more we drank that night the more Sindy started to meld to my side.

But when Sindy follows me into the Men's room at Slammies that should have set off deja vu alarms in my head. It had been enlarged and nicely upgraded since the days I had been a regular at this watering hole. It was not the first time I have been blown in this bathroom either. Looking down as my cock disappeared into Sindy’s mouth should also have sent more than the shiver of my finely aged reserves of lust as the silver bead on her tongue ran down my underside of my firmer than usual shaft. But it didn’t.

As Sindy sweetly swirled her tongue around the hard helmeted head I could see approval in her eyes of not only the size, but its upright stance in this matter. Perhaps she expected a geezer to take more work to bring to hardened resolve. She slowly worked the icy metal orb along the bottom of my shaft, worked her tongue ever so slightly from side to side until I felt the back of her throat and a little involuntary gag reflex. Instead of pulling out quickly she slowly sucked hard as she pulled her head back and released my wet pick into the chilled bar bathroom air and smiled up at me reassuringly that it was a reflex and not a repulsion gag. I thought that was sweet.

With that she began to run her mouth alternately along the sides, wrapping my dick in her tongue's embrace until setting about the business of blowing me in the bathroom in earnest. She may not have shown me any new tricks, but her earnestness and vigor more than made up for nothing new. Indeed nothing “new” should also be a warning for my lizard brain.

It became apparent after ten minutes that sucking my cock was becoming more of a commitment than either she had counted on or was accustomed to and she began the full compliment stroking and sucking to hurry me along. As enticing as fucking her young face was I was not ready to end my enjoyment for the evening just yet and enjoyed her furious efforts to push me to the overflow point. So with my prick in her delicate hand and her brown hair framing her angelic cheeks and deep brown eyes, she slyly said “ You are not going to let this end here on this barroom bathroom floor. Are you?”

I said nothing, but smiled down at her and slowly shook my head. No.

“Good thing I live just around the corner,” Sindy said.

Cindy Meditations

I sat there cross-legged. No more lotus position for me. My yoga and meditation routines had slipped away from me in the whirl of commerce, family, and trying to live up to “The American Scheme”. I had foisted that vision on the viewing public the last couple decades and it had taken a toll on all. Including me. But I could still sit on this hotel bed with the sun rising over the cornfields of Indiana and gaze upon Cindy while she dozed the new day in.

She had the breasts of a twenty-year-old, and she knew it. Her body still was curvy and supple. Legs strong and lean from her work as a CNA with a behind that was soft as a pillow that still formed a heart of pure desire when viewed from above and behind. Cindy loves to be stirred from the rear. I oblige with glee, but I am plotting a difference this time.

Cindy obviously did her Kegels often, because the entrance to her cavernous pussy gave delightful resistance and clutching pressures to my frequent entrances these last few weeks. I needed to resume my Kegels and other exercises in order to make sure I could keep up and in her. Marriage to Toni had made me lax and indifferent. Cindy was making this miserable divorce bearable.

I enjoyed the cadence of her breathing and how those perfect orbs moved with the flow. I was matching her breathing and was recalling the more thoughtful ways I had as a young lover. Like those last years with my first long-term amour Rene, which resulted in still thoughtful yet increasingly more debauched practices as we drifted apart and I immersed myself in the transaction of commerce. After Rene and I parted I immersed myself in being single, well-compensated, and on the ladder to success. Willing partners to such immersion abounded in those days for many reasons and rationales. I sewed my wild oats of variety and venues with piano wire before settling on Toni as my next long term. Settling is a prophetic word. I still haven’t found the proper term.

Now as I admired Cindy’s body on this new day I was realizing I could serve her well by remembering more of my more attentive and tuned in ways of making love. This woman not only should be treated that way but her incredible curvy and proportioned nakedness stirred me in ways I thought I had long forgotten.

Best of all Cindy also liked to talk in the most delightfully filthy ways during sex.

Now Cindy was watching me

Since Toni and my divorce was working it’s way through the court system during my time with Cindy the talk would turn to my failed marriage. I was telling her how in retrospect Toni seemed to never initiate intimacy for as long as I could remember. Never refused it either. I was standing and stretching by the side of the bed. Cindy rises to all fours and cat like crawls toward me and then rolls to her back letting her head fall over the side of the bed which positioned her mouth right before my crotch.

She says she has had enough of hearing about Toni as she slowly runs her hands over her breasts, pausing to make circles around her nipples. She is talking about how good her hands feel there and moves them down her stretched out tummy and follows that delightful patch of hair that leads her fingers to her moistening lips below. I think of it as the land of wonder way down under as she continues to finger herself and her talk grows decidedly more vulgar.

“Fuck my mouth now.” Cindy demands and my firm again cock complies.

I feel her satiny tongue work its magic on my head and down the shaft and much to my joy with her head hanging over the mattress I continue to enter her mouth farther and deeper than ever before and feel her throat opening and relaxing allowing me into its pulsing confines. I gently move in and out but apparently not forceful enough for Cindy who stops playing with her cooch long enough to grab my hips and pushing and pulling them more violently than I would have ever thought possible to show me the pace she wanted, then goes back to finger fucking herself with renewed vigor. From her moans and intermittent gags I think she is liking it.

When I pull out and cum all over her heavenly tits I climb onto the bed to rub my sticky white cum over her taut tummy and tits while with Cindy's head now flat on the mattress takes my balls into her twisting tonguing mouth to ready me for yet another round of Cindy.