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Internet dating.
What a funny old world, in this age of technology where each part of the world is closer to us and we have access to millions of people without having to even get out of bed there, is no wonder it seems easier than ever to find the person of your dreams. If only it were that easy.
This is the second time of asking for me online, the first 2 years ago concluded in a relationship, which at the time I thought could last, however I hadn’t factored in my boredom threshold. The whole process did amuse me and the “dating” gave me stories to dine out on for a good while.
This time around I still had no idea who or what I was looking for, all I knew was a deep desire to feel loved, wanted, desired and to feel the excitement of exploring someone new, the buzz of lusty heady rushes, the thrill of being explored and wanted by someone you really don’t know. Of course ultimately my desire was to find someone to spend the rest of my life with, at the age of 32 and with a failed marriage behind me I felt I deserved that, I assumed there would need to be some compromise on my part to find a man who would desire me and want to stay will me, something’s got to give and maybe I would need to wax and wane and keep my boredom in check with trips to Ann summers, as I had before.
I could never have predicted the outcome of my latest Internet adventure….
The message
Couple of first dates down, nothing of significance, messages to and fro normal stuff, always keeping in the back of my mind the string of ridiculous dates I had been on during my last dalliance with the Internet.
Then late one Friday night I viewed a profile, decent looking guy I read on, the usual Likes and dislikes- and then an update to the profile, a list of first dates, including how and why they had gone wrong, I thought I have to compare notes with this guy!
I didn’t send a message straight away, I thought I hope I don’t end up on that list.
I finally bit the bullet and sent a message, not the usual “hi how are you”, but a bit about me, telling him we should compare notes on disaster dates.
I waited..
Not long…
We chatted all night, life, love, bad dates, good dates.
He started saying he was off dating, wasn’t asking girls out at the moment, that statement on top of everything sparked my interest..
We asked questions, questions maybe you shouldn’t ask before meeting someone, and he did ask me out. We had arranged to meet 4 days from then. Plenty more time for him to change his mind. Before we signed off that night we played a game 12 questions- yes or no answers, it was obvious to me they were set questions and he had probably asked a lot of girls before,
Q10. Have you ever fantasied about having sex with another girl.
a. YES
Q11. If you were going to have a threesome would it be you+2 guys(yes) or you + a guy and a girl(no)
a. NO
There were a lot more questions, and he certainly had my interest.
The Build up
Over the next days we exchanged photos, the texts got more heated, the photos got more heated, we talked about sex, who we had had, what we liked, our fantasies, but not just that, it felt like there was a real connection, chemistry, I’m still not sure how that can be possible through texting on a phone. Maybe it was just the build up, the anticipation.
Talking to him made me so aroused, I couldn’t wait to meet him. We agreed that we would meet in a bar, we talked about what we would and wouldn’t do on a first date, I think we both knew this would not be the first and last, we just seemed to click.
We would meet for a drink to make sure we got on.. We agreed to kiss in the pub, he asked me what I would wear, short black dress I said, heels and leggings.
He asked me what underwear I would wear, I asked what he would prefer, he said it would be a turn on to know I was not wearing any knickers, after all we both knew where this was going.
First date
I went for a hair cut that day, I was letting my straight blonde hair grow out and hadn’t had it trimmed for a while. I visited my favourite salon, favourite due to the girls there, they know me and my love life, they said I seemed excited to meet this new guy, true I was a little giddy.
It was time to leave, I would drive to the pub. When I parked I rang him to say I was there, that was the first time I had heard his voice, I could hardly speak, the hairs on the back of my neck prickled. He told me to wait he was having a smoke. I sat in my car, lights out, engine off, shuddering, I thought with the cold, wait in the car, don’t look around like you are searching for someone.
Then a knock on the widow, there he was, I reached for the door handle to come out and he was in, sitting right there in my tiny car, smiling at me, such a warm smile it made me shudder more.
“You look nice” to which I giggled a muffled thanks.
“And you are wearing a black dress, just as you said, I wonder”
He kept that warm smile on his face, like butter wouldn’t melt as he reached towards my left leg, slid his hand up under my dress, right to the part of me that was shuddering most at this moment, he rubbed and explored, his smile widened and he kissed me. Electricity was searing through me now, his kiss was soft, reactionary. I felt his continued smile, he pulled away, I’m glad you didn’t wear knickers, just like I said.
We went into the bar, it was supposed to be quiet, but I have never seen the place so busy, we chose a booth, it felt like we were sitting a mile apart, we talked, we laughed, mainly about past dates, we said nothing sexual, we hardly made eye contact, I couldn’t tell how it was going but I knew I wanted him, I knew that night I would have him.
We left after 2 drinks, back into my car, and immediately kissed, this time more intense, he didn’t touch me.
“Let’s go to your place”
I managed a mumbled ‘OK’, please don’t misunderstand my lack of speech as shyness, far from that but he had somehow managed to pull the metaphorical rug from under me.
It was going to happen…
Opening the door and turning off the alarm, I could hardly remember the number to punch in, my head was swimming with what was about to happen.
We headed upstairs, him following close behind me, the street lights casting shadows around us. Suddenly we were in the room, it smelled dusty and old, I was trembling again and the world started to spin.
We stood face to face both eager for each other. I touched his face and we kissed, soft and tender kisses, stopping only to rest on each others foreheads, eyes open feeling the want flow between us.
Then his left hand had found my wetness, with no underwear on I had been supercharged, his touch like electricity on my engorged clitoris. I reached for him, through his jeans I could feel his hard erection. I stepped my legs apart and allowed his fingers to make their way further into me.
I unbuttoned his jeans, took hold of his warm, smooth cock with my right hand, running my thumb over the end gently massaging back in the wetness which was being released.
I pulled back, stepped away, his hand was released from the grasp of my moist pussy.
I stared at him, licked my lips, maintained eye contact and knelt down. I was still shuddering, I felt so bold, he made me feel so wanted.
I lowered his jeans and his boxers went along for the ride, out sprang his delicious penis.
I licked the tip like it was the sweetest lollipop.
Licking up and down and feeling his length harden further. Reaching up with my eyes to meet his I drew him into me taking his full length into my mouth and further, his eyes narrowed filled with lust. I was so turned on, I could have sucked all night, I adored the small noises and heavy breathing that was coming from him, I could see the enjoyment in his face, and this made me want carry on, sometimes sucking, sometimes using my hands, gently twisting his now wet penis.
With his throbbing cock in my mouth, it really felt like we were making a huge connection, I wanted to taste him, I wanted him to know I trusted and wanted him.
He then began to trust into my mouth and gently held my shoulder to pull me further onto him. ‘I’m going to cum’, he breathed, as I felt his penis throb and harden even more, then his warm slightly salty cum hit the back of my throat and covered my tongue, it felt amazing that I had taken him to this place. I drank down his pleasure, I kept sucking, taking every last drop, I could feel him shaking slightly, I looked up again to be greeted with a warm flushing smile, he bend down and kissed my now tired lips….
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