Fantasized Date Rape

I love your lips when they’re wet with wine and red with wicked desire. The cry of my body for completeness. That is a cry to you.

Jennifer age 33 divorced, mother of one child. Slowly, nervously, Jennifer approached the cafe. Looking through the window, she can see me sitting at the table, drinking my coffee and casually reading a newspaper. Jennifer hesitated at the door and cursed herself silently for her uncertainty. She knew why she was here and she had been looking forward to it for weeks. Well, actually, months would be more accurate, since that first ice-breaking meeting, circumstances had transpired to ensure this meeting had been delayed again and again. Jennifer had to almost pinch herself to remind her that this time, it is actually happening. We had chatted online any number of times, describing in detail what they would do to each other if the opportunity ever arose and it had become Jennifer’s favorite recurring fantasy. Jennifer admitted to herself the source of her hesitation is could reality ever live up to her expectations? Might it not be better to savor the fantasy and not have it replaced by some less than perfect reality. If she turned away now she’d never know and she’d almost certainly regret it. She had admitted to me that she had never dated or been in a relationship with a man 22 years older then her. Calling off our meeting at the last minute and she knew she is lucky to get a second chance. If she backed out again now, patient and understanding though I may be, she is certain she wouldn’t get a third.

” The worst that can happen is that it won’t be as good as I imagined it would be,” Jennifer said to herself, ” But then, who knows, it might be even better and I do come highly recommended.” she smiled, thinking about the comments that the other women who had met me. Hadn’t her motivation for joining an adult contact site simply been to get herself some good, uncomplicated, no-strings sex, after all? Her life is too busy for a ‘proper’ relationship and it had seemed like an ideal compromise when she first joined. Had she not first contacted me because she thought there was a strong possibility that I could provide her with just that? ” Hi, Jennifer,” I said, rising to my feet and smiling warmly as she approached my table, ” Can I get you anything?” ” Uh, hi, John,” she replied, cursing herself for the note of uncertainty in her voice, ” Um, a large Earl Grey, white, no sugar would be lovely.” Jennifer made herself comfortable as I went to place our order. ” What the hell am I doing here?” she asked herself again. She caught me smiling at her and, despite herself, she smiled back. It occurred to her that, at the very least, she can enjoy her drink and my conversation, nothing else actually had to happen. We both knew why were there but that didn’t mean that anything more than a pleasant chat over a cup of tea had to follow. Deep down, she hoped that something else might develop, she wouldn’t have come otherwise but the fact that she can still walk away if she wasn’t certain provided her with a degree of comfort.

Absently, she wondered if the other women on the site, or even the men, felt anything like this when they first met someone purely for the purpose of hopefully getting naked and naughty with them. She suspected they must. There is always a certain nervousness attached to ‘first times’, she feels, no matter how meticulously planned they might be.
” There you go,” I said, putting her tea down before her, snapping her out of her reverie. ” Thanks,” Jennifer replied, noticing my warm smile once again and responding in kind. As we chatted, Jennifer relaxed and is relieved when she realized that the chemistry that had been present at our first meeting is still present. We talked about inconsequential things; neither of them feeling any particular need to discuss the actual reasons we were there; we both knew why we had met up that evening. When our drinks were finished, I offered to get some more. Jennifer realized that, if she is going to make her move, this is probably the perfect opening. ” We could do, I guess,” she replied, ” Or, if you prefer, we could, um, wait and have it at mine. It’s only five minutes from here and it won’t cost the small fortune that they charge in here.” I smiled. ” That sounds like a plan,” I replied, ” And I guess there are other ways I could repay your hospitality.” Jennifer laughed. ” I’m glad you said that, and yes, I’m pretty certain I’ll find a way of extracting full payment.” ” I was pretty certain that you would,” I replied, smiling. The walk to Jennifer’s house took no more than the five minutes like she said it would but Jennifer is totally unaware of the passage of time. Having made her decision and discovering that I was just as keen as she was to move things along, Jennifer had been lost in a haze of excited anticipation.

” Here we are,” Jennifer announced when we reached her door. In her growing excitement, she fumbled with her keys as she tried to open the door. Almost as soon as the door closed behind us, Jennifer’s lips are on mine. As her tongue explores my mouth, she struggles out of her coat, letting it fall to the floor. My coat quickly joined hers. As we kissed with increasing passion, our hands explored each other’s bodies. Jennifer pressed herself against me, feeling my body against hers. Electricity, pulsed through her as her arousal climbs higher in response to my touch. ” Ohhhh, John,” she sighs softly, ” I… I can’t believe this is finally happening. I’ve imagined this so many times, and now it’s… it’s really happening” I laughed. ” Yes it is,” I said as Jennifer rubbed herself against me, my cock growing hard inside my pants in response to her blatant display of desire, ” It’s really happening”. ” Mmmmmm,” Jennifer murmured softly as we kissed again. Our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths as our passion grew. Jennifer’s hands continue to roam all over my body as I begin to stroke her breasts through her blouse, my fingers undoing a couple of buttons. Jennifer slides one hand down the front of my pants, feeling my massive cock with her fingers, she gasps softly, some fear creeping into her thoughts then she again imagined what it would feel like inside her. Feeling her juices begin to flow at the thought of having her pussy filled with my warm hard massive thrusting cock, Jennifer feels another tingle of anticipation as a warm glow spreads over her. Finally, our lips parted. ” C’mon,” Jennifer breathed, ” Let’s go to the bedroom.” I nodded and let Jennifer take my hand as she guided me towards her bedroom.

Jennifer is tall petite with nice small breasts and nice ass. ” Have you ever fantasized about a date rape?” She asked. She nuzzled the back of my neck, tickling the gray hair at the nape, hoping to catch any twitch or sign of adverse response to her query. There is none. ” Well, rape? No. But any man would appreciate having a beautiful woman helpless at his mercy.” I ran my hands over her arms; she had come up behind me and wrapped her arms around me.