Love with the dentist

I was a little apprehensive at meeting the dentist – a woman 20 years my junior who works out three times a week. I keep fit for my age – I walk 30 miles a week and go for the occasional jog. I can swim a mile and sometimes do, but meeting with a medical person, especially a dentist made me slightly uneasy. Dentists have a lot of training in common with doctors. Moreover, they look into the horrors of people’s mouths. Now, my dental hygiene is good, but I do love kissing of the wet, French type. I wondered if the mouth of a stranger might not be the place she would want to put her tongue.

Well, wasn’t I wrong? She kissed deliciously and knew exactly how to explore my mouth in that way. She had no prohibitions or inhibitions. Moreover, she knew how to suck a man. I have said often that the penis and vagina are made for each other, and though I enjoy oral sex, especially giving it, as I adore the taste of a woman, my preference is for a good old shag. When there is time, then the other orifices are a pleasure.

I keep calling the woman, ‘The Dentist,’. I know her name, but let me call her Diane. I do not wish to identify any woman, but my description of a dark-haired, petite dentist aged 42 are enough of a give-away, especially when she wasn’t working on a Wednesday afternoon, without removing all doubt by giving her name. So, Diane had asked me to bring plenty of condoms. That was because she wanted regular changes from vaginal, to oral and doesn’t like the taste of condoms. I took a box of 12 and had one left at the end, which I discarded. I don’t think I could explain to my lovely, 61 year-old Norma why I need condoms, so best not to take them home.

And now the question you have all been waiting to be answered. She did have a large clitoris, but no bigger than some I have seen before, and it was hidden in a dark forest of pubes. Some men like women to shave. I don’t. It is much more of a turn on to see a hairy pussy, but let me say that in spite of that, two of the women I have fallen in love with have shaved. It isn’t taboo for me, but I prefer hairy.

And, yes, the big clitoris did seem to make Diane orgasm rather easily. She came time after time, quite easily the most number of times I have ever experienced in a woman. It sounds an exaggeration, but it could easily have been fifty times, when the most orgasms I’d given a woman in one session before could never have reached double figures. Girls, when you orgasm with your man inside you, I can’t describe how good it feels to have your muscles contracting around that precious member. It is the height of pleasure, beating any experience I have ever had, so please, girls, keep cumming.

I have known women to fake an orgasm, but Diane wasn’t one of them. Her throbbing, contracting muscles were evidence enough. She was noisy, too and I was sure that half the hotel could hear. We met in my hotel room at ten to three. I offered her a drink, but before she drank any of it, we were pressed together. Again, I fear it will seem an exaggeration, but we made energetic love without a break till quarter to seven, at which time, we jumped in the shower and then went down to the restaurant. At 8:30 pm, we were hard at it again, until after ten, when we both fell asleep, exhausted. I got up for a pee at 5:15, but when I got back in bed, Diane’s hand reached between my legs. We spent over an hour and a half making love, and, I had to remind her that she was waking up the rest of the hotel. Just after seven, she went into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later she was saying goodbye and thanking me for the best she’d ever had. Certainly, for me, it ranks among the best and will be a time I will never forget. I haven’t been this sore for a very long time.