Dating too soon after an emotionally charged break-up is known as a rebound relationship, and is almost always considered a bad idea for all parties involved. A person on the rebound may have great difficulty distinguishing between the old romantic partner and the new one, for instance. Whenever a romantic relationship ends, whether amicably or painfully, both parties should allow themselves to go through a real grieving process before pursuing new relationships. In essence, there has been a "death" of a valued relationship, and few people can recover from such an injury in only a few days or weeks. While the prospect of dating someone new, especially someone who has been kept off-limits during the old relationship, may sound like a cure, it rarely ends well. Another problem with rebound relationships is motivation. Some people who feel victimized or humiliated by a bad breakup may feel the need to start a new relationship simply to prove they are indeed over the old one. This action is often primarily directed at former partners, either in an effort to generate feelings of jealousy or to remind them of what they gave up. Neither tactic is a particularly healthy reason to pursue a relationship, and the new partner is not always as understanding or conspiratorial as one might hope.
There are times when a person may feel he or she has fully recovered from a break-up and is truly prepared to re-enter the dating scene, but this may be a premature assessment. If a new relationship starts too soon after a painful break-up, the new partner may become little more than a sounding board for all of the negatives intended for the former partner. Constant comparisons to a former boyfriend or girlfriend can be a sign of an unhealthy rebound relationship, as well as the careful avoidance of almost all dating venues associated with the former relationship.
Because there will almost inevitably be a new relationship following the dissolution of an old one, it is important to recognize the difference between a new healthy relationship and an unhealthy rebound one. Much like a widow or widower, a spurned partner may want to establish a reasonable hiatus from dating until he or she is emotionally ready. Personal counseling may also help prevent someone from entering into a shallow or unhealthy relationship until his or her self-esteem has been fully restored.
Nancy 37 recently divorced, FRIDAY 3:50 p.m. leaving work: Nancy recently out of a five-month-long divorce process and feeling restless after a several dead-end dates. Dying to have some fun. At 3:55 p.m.: Get a text from a friend,
to come to dinner. Nancy is seated directly across the table from me, I assumed, next to her husband. She had a vibrant voice, impeccable manners, and her body movements seem to be fluid as she synchronized her movements with her speech. My hostess, Denise Morgan, introduced me saying, ' This is Mr. John Malone, and John, this is Miss Nancy Frost, my lovely friend.' Then she burst into robust laughter and added, " You're aware her father is chairman of the board of Frost bank, a large state bank." Her eyes, yes, it is her eyes. They are dark brown in color, but appear to have a tint of orange in them. I wonder why they seem to be so full of life. Her hair is auburn adding to her apparent radiant gleam and vivaciousness. I cannot believe how exceptionally attractive this 37 year old woman is. I tried not to gaze at her so intently, it's impolite to stare. I tried to concentrate upon Denise but I was constantly staring at the exceptionally attractive woman.
At first I was unable to determine what it was that added to the allure of Nancy that had suddenly made me feel like a teenage boy, instead of the 55-year-old business tycoon. I realized the dress she is wearing is the most attractive yellow I had ever seen. It seemed to be silk, yet there is no sheen, the thing that sets off silk from other fabrics. In addition, it is low cut emphasizing the roundness and fullness of her breasts. I could picture in my mind, the light shade of tan that most assuredly colored her nipples and areolas. She was so poised that I was convinced she was married, later I found out she was recently divorced. During dinner, she noted my lusty looks when I was
speaking to the other guests. She would smile when it was appropriate to do so, and occasionally added a few
sentences to the conversation. Most of the time however, she nodded and smiled as decorum dictated. I believed she was looking directly at me and I took her smiles to be a sign of encouragement. Looking around the table, I observed the other men were also watching the charming friend of their host. After dinner, the guests were escorted into the library, with walnut wood covering the walls, and ceiling.
Mingling with the other guests, I found myself face-to-face with the lovely friend of my host, as she smiled, I wanted to pull her into my arms and take her to bed. This female, was in the opinion of the men in the room, the epitome of womanhood. I convinced myself a fling with her would be the ultimate conquest. Nancy willingly went with me, I was the only one she knew since most of the other guests had already left and the other girls were leaving with boyfriends or husbands. We were on the private elevator to my penthouse. I slipped my arm around her holding her close as I kissed and nibbled at the Eros spots on her neck: she sighs with the erotic feeling I'm giving her.
The sensations coursing through her as I slide a hand over the firm gentle rise of a breast. I muse: Damned she is so nice...nice and desirable. Damned what I'd like to do to her tonight. Looking down the front of her dress to the nice sight of her nice small firm breasts, I grinned with lust and desire for her; the little nipples erect and begging to be kissed and sucked. When we reached the spacious penthouse, I closed the door and locked it. Nancy heard the click of the lock and turned as I took her in my arms to kiss her. I slide my hand down along her back to her waist, slipping my fingers under the dress's waistband at her back. Nancy noticed a large silver bucket with a white linen towel wrapped about it with a green bottle in ice and glasses on the table near the windows.
I led her to a chair at the table. Sitting her in the chair, I took my jacket and tie off then took the bottle from the bucket of ice, showing her the label, Champaign. I popped the cork from the bottle and poured her a glass of Champaign. We toasted and drank two glasses. I kissed her with passion as we sipped the Champaign slipping my tongue into her inviting mouth. Nancy sighed with the feeling of letting me kiss her so much and the feel of my hands moving over her young body. This is what she dreamed about when her divorce became final, letting me make passionate love to her in a romantic setting. As we parted for the moment, getting her breath back she said in a soft quivering voice: " I–I've not done anything like this in a long time." " Ssssh," I said brushing back the long silken curls of her dark copper hair gazing longingly with lust and desire into her brown eyes, " there's a first time for everything Nancy. There's even a first for love and passion after a divorce." Nancy feels a smile fill her face as I leaned down to kiss her again. " Do – do you love me then, John?" I nodded my head. " Yes." I loved her young body. However, my love is more lust and desire for a young woman than passion. I took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom and over to the bed. I sat Nancy on the edge of the bed then knelt in front of her. She watched me through the haze of
the drinks she'd had now.
A tingling warmth filled Nancy with a heat as I knelt in front of her, a stirring in her made her feel excited that a man would do these things to her again. I gazed up into her brown eyes, my eyes roved over the subtle form of her young body. I liked what I saw. Nancy watched me as I placed my hands on her ankles; the feel of my hands touching her nylon clad legs sent a tingling through her. Her resolve slowly melted as my hands slide up her legs slowly lifting the dress past her thighs and the silk and lace garter at her thigh and the satin garter straps holding up her hosiery. When I met Nancy tonight, I liked what I saw. She is a young divorced woman who wants to be a sexually satisfied in the worst way. Nancy is a very attractive 37 year old woman, she is also the most desirable. In a way, I consider her a hot sexy vixen; she is all woman and more than willing to please an older man. She is willing do anything for me that I want. My hard thick virile cock is aching for the relief of a woman's nice tight young pussy and the feel of her tightness. I smile approvingly up at Nancy as I gently caress her ass, gently and slowly, not rushing her, I'm enjoying watching her reaction as I caress her legs. Nancy held her breath, as I caress her thighs, I sent shivers of anticipation up her back as she watched me slowly push the dress up until I reach my first goal, her sheer maroon nylon lace panties and matching garter belt.
My cock aching with the need for relief as I look at the fine panties and the soft shadow of her thatch of fine dark shade of downy hair between her legs. Standing, I move on to the bed beside Nancy; taking her in my arms I laid her back on the bed. Nancy looks up at the man who is to become her first lover since her divorce, with a sense of longing and desire. Her long auburn silky hair lays back about her head like a burnished halo. Her arms are laid
back above her head, the full-length opera gloves added to Nancy's sensuousness and willingness. I gazed down into her dark eyes seeing a woman willing to let me have my way with her tonight; Nancy is willing to let me make a complete woman of her. Nancy gazed longingly into my eyes as I slide a hand along her side then to the firm gentle rise of her nice small full breasts. The small nipples are erect and hard, pressing against the satin bodice of
the dress. The tempo of her breathing quickens as I cup the small breast in a firm hand; my fingers fondling the erect little rose bud nipple pinching it through the satin fabric bringing a soft moan of delight from her. " Be gentle, John... please," she whispers in a voice mixed with fear and awe of her first time since the divorce. " I – I
don't know if I can do this...I've not been with a man since my divorce became final."
" Sssh," I said kissing her as I slipped my hand inside the bodice. " Nothing to fear, Nancy. Just don't resist, just give in and be willing is all, you'll enjoy this as we make love tonight. Would you like me to make a complete woman of you tonight?" " Will you make love to me, John? I'll be yours... I'll do whatever you want..." " Yes, sweet heart. I'll make passionate love to you..." Making passionate love is what Nancy wanted to hear from me. She is willing to give herself and her tight unused pussy to me tonight. Holding her on her back I drew the top down from her breasts; sighs of anticipation escapes her lips. With gentle subtle gestures I fondled Nancy's firm breasts, I kissed her in all the right places bringing sighs and soft moans of delight from her. I kissed her down her breasts, taking my pleasure with each small pert dusky rose bud nipple, her breasts swelled with her arousal. As I nibbled and licked the small nipples, I left little dark love marks on her breasts and places only she would see them later. She moved my hand down to her waist and then under the dress, gathering it up along her legs, again to caress her silken smooth thighs, drawing my hand back up to her hips. I nibbled and sucked at her nipples, then the round firm form of her breast, enjoying the sighs and moans from Nancy as I caressed and stroked the slender form of her legs and thighs.
Nancy drew in a breath as she feels the firmness of my hand on her as I slip it between her legs. It has been a long time since this has happened to her. This is the first time a man has touched her like this since her divorce. Until tonight she could only imagine in her dreams what it would be like to give in to a man and let him have his way with her. She feels my hand pushing between her legs, the strong fingertips pressing firmly into the sheer silk lace against her very tight unused pussy. Then I begin to caress her pulsing pussy with firm gentle gestures, caressing her very tight pussy, the silk rubbing against her pulsing clit sent a thrill of delight through her; Nancy feels the first throes of her arousal as I caress and fondle her pussy. Nancy sighs with contentment as she let me have my
way with her. She feels her hips begin to move in rhythm with my stroking gestures. I sucked, licked and kissed her breasts and back along the tender length of her neck to her ears. I'm kissing and licking in all the right places as I fondle and caress her very tight pussy. Nancy's hips rose and fell with the caressing strokes of my fingers on her pussy and clit. I can sense that she is close to her orgasm; the wetness of her juices seeping from her pulsing pussy. Nancy is moaning with the sensuous feeling as I brought every nerve alive in her. The strong yet gentle touch of my hand gliding over her body sent waves of ecstasy through her.
" Oh yes, John... oh I've have not felt like this in a long time." " Sssh, sweet heart, sssh, just relax my sweet heart and enjoy what I am doing..." Smiling with my pleasure, I wanted to make this moment last for Nancy. I knew how to make women crave the sensational feeling of their arousal. Nancy isn't the first divorced woman I've seduced and she won't be the last. I have a desire for young women like Nancy and have a way with them, know what they crave. Stopping, I just hold my fingers against her pulsing pussy as it throbbed with her arousal, pressing firmly for a moment, then held my hand there enjoying the look of ecstasy in her eyes. Nancy is enjoying this splendid new experience. Nancy feels the firm pressure of my fingers pressing against her pulsing pussy. After a moment Nancy begins moving her hips, rubbing her pussy against my hand wanting to feel my fingers caressing her pussy. Her juices wetting her as I fondle her pussy, my fingers pressing the silk against her pulsing hard clit the movement of her hips made my fingers brush firmly against her swollen clit. I grin with delight as she shifted her hips moving them to give herself pleasure; I'm delighted in her wetness as she sighs with the momentary relief of her juices. I begin to caress her a little more, firmly pressing the silk panties against her pussy; Nancy sighs loudly with the erotic pleasure it is giving her. She thrusts her hips, her juices seeping as she savors the feel of my finger pressing into her tightness.
Nancy thrust her hips with vigorous motions against my fingers. Waves of heat washing over her in a tide of pleasurable feelings, she has not experienced in a long time, bringing her to a level of arousal that sent
her tumbling over the edge in orgasm, she cries out with her orgasm. " Aaaaah...John... Ohhhh...yes!" I smile with pleasure as her orgasm soaks her panties and my fingers. Then I drew my hand back up to the waistband of her panties. Nancy feels tears of fear and anticipation running down her face as she lets me have my way with her for the first time since her divorce. I deftly slip my fingers under the waistband and down to the moistness of her pussy, her downy thatch of hair is wet from her arousal and orgasm. She moves her hips with the caressing of my fingers. " Ooooh...yes...yess...oh...please...John...Please...be gentle with me, please..." she begs me as she feels my fingers caress her. Then I slip my finger into her throbbing wet pussy, she is so wet, savoring her tightness made it feel good as I caressed her pussy probing the hole. Slipping my finger in just a little, I begin to gently finger fuck the tightness of her. I gently, with firm strokes begin to probe deeper fingering the sweetness tightness of Nancy's pussy. Nancy is moaning with erotic pleasure of my finger touching and caressing her. My virile monster cock aching, it is so hard; it is as hard as a steel rod.
Nancy gasped as I loosened my pants; my hard thick monster cock is big and thick as a steel rod. I softly moan with the pain of my aching cock. I quickly lower myself on to her: " Ssh, don't resist, honey, just be willing and give in now. You'll enjoy it more that way... tomorrow morning you'll be a complete woman." I'm now on top of her, my cock touching and probing her tight pussy; she gasped at the feel of my cock being rubbed up and down her tight pussy for the first time in a long time. Nancy is just right for me, her pussy is unused and wet and ready for my pleasure. Nancy gasped as my cock touched and probed her pulsing womanhood. A shuddering sob of panic caught in her throat; with a deft thrust of my hips, I penetrated tight throbbing womanhood. With a scream from the intense pressure and pain, Nancy thrust her hips to meet me. She cries out as she feels the head of my cock touching and probing her tender vaginal walls. I stop short of raping Nancy's tightness. I held back slightly letting her become used to the feel of my cock inside her unused and tight pussy for the first time. I did not want to force her just yet. I wanted her to become used to the feeling of me taking her, sliding into her wet tightness for the first time since her divorce. I move in and out with slight gestures of my hips with precise thrusts; Nancy feels the stirring and warmth of her juices as they seep from her with my cock inside her now. Her gasps became moans of pleasure as she realized she is enjoying the feeling of letting me have her body for my pleasure for the first time.
When I knew Nancy was ready with a hard thrust, I took Nancy's tight pussy, stretching her tender vaginal walls and
popping that gossamer thin tissue that had formed from no sex; she cried out in shock as I force my cock deep into her. Then with skillful thrusts, I begin fucking Nancy; her pussy throbbing with the sensations of her first time; a man is fucking her and she is beginning to enjoy what I'm doing to her; her slender hips rose and fell with my cock as I thrust into her with rapid strokes. Within a few minutes Nancy feels the warm surge of her juices flowing, gasping with the pleasurable release, she feels it again as she gives into the enjoyment of another orgasm. " Aaahh -- Ooooh...oooo...John...yessss!" " My Nancy...So Tight," I whisper to her as my hips move up and down with the rhythm of a hammer, thrusting my steel hard cock into her womanhood. " You're enjoying this now, aren't you?" Nancy moved her head as she gazed up at me through her tears of joy and happiness. " Yes," she gasps, as she wrapped her arms around my neck. " I want to be lover, John." " You are," I told her, her gasps and moans coming in rhythm to my fucking her.
Nancy is tight as I thrust into her then slowly pulling out, slowly pushing in alternating getting the feel of her wet and tight pussy gripping my cock. Nancy wraps her arms around my chest, her fingernails clawing and digging into my back. She is moving her hips with me as I set the pace; she is enjoying the feeling of being fucked again. My steady rhythm fucking, driving my cock hard and deep in and out of her. Nancy is bucking up meeting my pace as I drove all the way into her. My cock head pounding her cervix, until I can hold back no longer: " AAAAhhhhh," I moaned emptying my cum into Nancy: " Yes, yes baby!" She moans with the release of her orgasm arching her back with the pleasure I gave her. She is ready and willing to give me what I desired of her.
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