Finally Cynthia

Cindy Starts

Cindy, Sindy or Cynthia. I have met and lusted after an inordinate number of girls, ladies, and women of that name; never mind the spelling. Yet had never bedded a single Cindy. Heavy petting, basement make outs, stolen kisses in parks. Yes. But a Cindy fuck was not to be. During my fourteen year marriage to Toni I had resigned myself to that fact. I thought I had put that fantasy away for good.

But when I found myself in a Indiana hotel bar and this woman with straight brown hair in a cheek length Jennifer Aniston cut that framed glasses over large hazel eyes came up and asked me if I was John Harker and introducing herself as Cindy, it didn’t even register. Mostly because I am not John Harker. Also having been out of circulation for a decade and a half it took me longer to figure out that I had actually just been approached with a chat up line. But I catch on quickly. With the Toni initiated divorce almost finalized I found myself in a comfortable adult conversation with Cindy, who now knew my name was Sam.

Now I have Cindy standing naked before me and feeling compelled to tell me that she does not usually do this sort of thing. Her nicely landscaped snatch is all I can think about, so I do not care. But I do believe her. Because I know I am special. But Cindy is exceptional.

When she agreed to come back to my room and desert the friends she had arrived with I had no idea what I was in for. Neither did she.

Once in the room it dawned on me that this would be a new woman. A different woman. I had only slept, touched, fucked my soon to be ex wife for fourteen years. I admired Cindy's shapely and trim heart shaped ass. But mostly I hungered for her breasts. From what I could tell in the lounge these would be tits that were not exactly big. Not exactly small. More than a handful. Certainly not the large breasts that had been in my hands for the last decade or two. It had seemed after my first lover, a small breasted women; almost every woman I have fucked has been generously endowed. Even Toni’s tits were bouncy and fuckable. If the menu was changing, this would be just what I would have ordered. Cindy just stood there and let me take her in. From our barroom exchange she knew that she would be my first bit of strange for a long long time.

Sindy Surprise

I guess there was something nagging at me as I unbuttoned this young woman's blouse. Even more so as I framed her face in my hands upon initial entry. But I was too distracted by her tight young body. It had been many years since I frolicked with a twenty something woman. No children had been thrust forth from this particular delicacy. Full immersion and a tightness that can rarely be regained once lost was all that was on my reptilian brain at this moment. The past few years of living as much as possible in the here and now had taught me how to enjoy moments of pure immersion and delight in a woman. Having known the pleasure of the more mature for many years, the problematic youthful emotions, and recriminations on the nature of women are no longer a hindrance to me. Unlike back when I was in my twenties, today I can assuage that inner voice knowing that this was a totally unexpected, and might I add, unsolicited treat. Not to mention the thrill of my first ever blow job to be enhanced by a little ball of cold steel on the tip of Sindy’s tongue.

Hot L Cindy

Well I was feeling empowered. There I was sitting naked on the hotel bed after convincing Cindy to stand naked before me. Her perfect breasts, the curves of her hips, and remarkably round and firm behind had my full attention. My cocks full attention too. I had fretted that perhaps the alcohol consumed that evening might interfere and leave me even more crestfallen than my recent divorce. But the treat of a new naked woman, a delectable morsel of a naked woman, and a naked woman sporting the long fantasized about name of Cindy had worked it’s mojo on me. Now It was time to work my mojo on Cindy. Mojo was firm and ready, and Cindy could not take her eyes off it. Erect and pointing the way proudly as I walked towards her, took her hand, and led her back to the hotel bed.

I positioned her on the corner of the mattress which gave me better angles where my legs and knees could spread off to the side and back of the bed. I reached down and lifted her legs up and spread them wide. My eyes feasted on her delicate folds below her well groomed landing strip until Cindy brought her ankles to rest on my shoulders. Although my view was restricted this freed my hands to take my cock in hand and gently work those fluffy folds into a more frothy opening. I looked down at her breasts and watched the bumps beginning to rise on the tips of her pert perfect tits. They were round plump ripe half cantaloupe sized, and ever so firm. The sight of them made me harder than I had been in years. Then Cindy turned her head sideways and I took in the hint of under bite on her parted lips. Her profile was enchanting. Her slight gasps of breath as well as her rising clit were giving me more confidence than I had when we strolled arm in arm through the dim hotel hallway.

As we were kissing in the room, pressing into each other, while pawing to remove each others clothes, and I still wasn't hard I was beginning to grow concerned that my first foray into some strange new woman might end in disaster. Worst, a failed Cindy attempt might rob me of my newly revised bucket list check mark. But as I removed her blouse and loosened her sleek black slacks which fell to the ground around her shapely legs, her simple white bra and panties could not conceal this woman’s glorious body. I knew she had an attractive face, but the classic beauty featured in bra and pantie in the dim hotel room light was now undeniable. I could not have ordered a more perfectly prepared Cindy.

Now as I was pounding into Cindy I admired the novelty of her well landscaped nether land wonderland. I continued to slowly slip in and out of that delight. Bringing her and me as close to cumming without actually spewing within, was a dance I seemed to have regained in spite of being out of practice. I had resolved to eat her delightfully tended to pussy. After all such care given to the landscaping deserved homage and worship. My tongue was destined to frolic in Cindy’s garden. As I felt the tight ring of muscles tense and squeeze my cock I was saying a silent thanks to Toni for the divorce so I could enjoy Cindy's hip motions and watch her very apparent waist and perfect firm tits give up a bit of bounce as her flow was edging towards gushing as no woman I had ever known before. The wetness nearly put me over the edge so I pulled out and Cindy groaned loudly, only to unleash a squeal when my tongue began tip dancing on those pouty well waxed pussy lips. Viva la difference.

Tonight we were those people in the next hotel room keeping everyone awake. It had been a long time but I had now regained that persona.