Like a Turkish Pistol shooter

I'm not at all shy, so sometimes I'm lucky enough to meet women in public and break the ice rather quickly.
And not being shy also means that I have no qualms about past encounters. If you want to hear them.
I was at shopping centre in the southern suburbs of Adelaide last year when I made eye contact with a woman who was 43. So clearly in my age bracket. She worked at the store, so it was easy to find a way to strike up conversation.
After she had given me directions to the item I was after, we exchanged a few banter remarks and the energy felt good.
She wasn't very tall. Probably 5"5. And she had a rather plump bum and large breasts. Voluptuous women are incredibly cute, and she herself had a very cute face with dimples. Very good teeth, and very pink lips. So when she smiled, it was contagious and caused others to smile along.
I was only in that area for a few weeks house sitting while my brother was in Europe. I found a way to explain this to her, adding that for the next fortnight, I'd be in there looking lost as I navigate a new grocery store.
The next time I was in, our conversation became a little more in depth. I discovered she was a single mother with 2 grown up daughters. She mentioned how one was still at home and that somewhat impeded her social life.
I explained how I briefly had a huge house with an ocean view all to myself. And that I made good cocktails that were ideal when sitting on the balcony.
She took me up on my offer to make her one on the next Sunday evening.
So we sat on the balcony with a tequila sunrise, then, bravely, we had a few shots.
She explained that she had been single for a while and missed companionship and intimacy. I suggested that I could provide both for her that night.
I offered a full body massage and that for it to be a proper one, she would have to be naked. You just can't massage through clothes.
So we started with her on her stomach with only a towels over her butt. Naturally I had created a mood with lighting and music, so she was relaxed very quickly.
After a solid 40 minutes of back, neck, shoulders, glutes and legs. I rolled her over to massage her upper legs. Again with the towel covering her genitals.
I always use baby oil, as it smells and feels good. But as I massaged further up her legs, her breathing deepened, and she slowly opened her legs as if to send a physical message.
So without taking too long, I slipped on latex gloves. (As a tradesman, my hands are rough). And I changed from oil to lubricant and went high enough to be massaging either side of her hoo-ha.
Just gentle strokes running adjacent to it for about 5 minutes. Then I stroked her pelvic mound in the direction of her hoo-ha in order to draw blood to the area. I had learnt to do this when I did a yoni massage course in Germany last year.
That took another 5 minutes. Then gently rolling her labia skin in between my fingers from the top, all the way down. By now, I could tell that she was in an incredibly heightened state and ready should I chose to enter. I did so, but just with my right index finger.
This was not some crude form of masturbation. It was part of the massage that I had offered. So for a few minutes, I just held that one finger stationary, while my other hand continued to massage her labia, both sides.
After some time, I was able to introduce my middle finger. So now she had two fingers in and my thumb was able to slowly massage her clitoral area whilst the fingers stayed motionless.
Again my other hand was still massaging her labia.
This went for several minutes and she was panting and squirming as you can imagine a very aroused woman would.
I myself was rock hard, so using my left had, I managed to get a condom on.
For a moment, I must have looked like that Turkish pistol shooter in the Olympics if here were rooting for change in his pocket.
Then I climbed up on top and slip into her seamlessly. Being sure to stop all movement the moment I was all the way in.
I did this, as I imagine it would continue to build anticipation. And it sure did. After 60 seconds of laying still, and ALL the way inside her, I slowly went out to a point that I almost fell out, then all the way back in as far as I could.
Each movement in and out was literally two full seconds (did you just count two seconds in your mind?).
Two out and two in. After 60 seconds, I increased the tempo, then increased again.
Trying to ensure I gave her exactly what she wanted, I asked her to let me know her preferred tempo and depth.
Clearly I had managed to make her feel so comfortable that she shouted "fuck me hard and deep and call me a slut while you do it!".

Whilst the very end of this experience seemed different to the mood I had been trying to set throughout. It was about her pleasure, and seeing her have so much fun once she had made her demands was worth every ounce of energy I had expounded.