Replacement

A while back I allowed myself to fall for someone. She's a few posts back a few years ago. Tall thin marathon runner who blew me in the back of her car. Lovely girl. Very sexy. She is dead to me now.

A while back I found the closest thing to a replacement that I could. Another athletic young thing (well young compared to me). Tight body. Perfect ass. Great legs. Small well shaped tits like most athletic women. Zero percent body fat, muscular enough not to look anorexic. Total body tan, shaved (not with a blade but nice none the less). Married.

We got together quite randomly at the end of a work related group social function. She was cute, short hair, nice facial features and was wearing fairly short shorts. I noticed how perfect her legs were. She was a runner and was involved in other sports as well. She was always pleasant at work but I never saw and interest on her part. She wore loose clothing at work so I had no idea how perfect her body was.

We got quite full of drink and spent that night together. She was on her period and when things heated up she declined citing mother nature. After about 10 minutes of clitoral massage she pulled out her tampon and climbed aboard. I remember a fair amount of thrashing around on her part before I flipped her over and fucked her deeply. I reached under and grabbed her firm ass cheeks one in each hand to pull myself as close and as far into her pussy as I could ramming her over and over until I came in a drunken stupor.

I didn't recall much noise on her part. She was very quiet afterwards and seemed rather worn out but I could not tell if it was the drink, the physical effort, or orgasm. Turns out it was none of the above. She was a better drinker than I, and in much better physical condition. Turns out, she admitted to me in later encounters, that she had problems reaching climax in general. Not sure I ever made her come in the year or two we were together. To this day she has never told me if I did or if I didn't.

For a good long time we would get together every Friday after work. She would drop by my place on her way home from work drink 2 beers in rapid succession and fuck me. There was no discussion, no foreplay, no affection, no real intimacy. She would stare that TV while I tried to arouse her. Not look at me while we kissed until we were naked and I on top. She had no excuse not to look into my eyes at that point. She was very quiet and distant before during and after intercourse. We would fuck and she would get dressed and leave. On her way to the bathroom afterwards I would say "Nice ass" and she'd say "Thank you". She would then slip back into her skinny jeans and leave. I was sexually satisfied but never emotionally satisfied with her. One outta' two ain't bad I guess. I always wondered why she came back week after week for so long if she was not emotionally attached to me and was never physically satisfied by me. She never talked to me really. Except for the day she said she wasn't coming over anymore. Weird. Great body though. Have not seen a better one since.