Meetings With A Friend

This story is about “play meetings” between myself and a lady we will call Jean (not her real name, but I bet you already guessed that). Some of the meeting are true but others are fiction. Hope you enjoy this.

I met Jean through a husband/wife couple that I had been playing with for awhile. They had also played with Jean, but before they told her about me, we had never met. The husband of the couple sent me an email, and in it he told me that he and his wife had been with Jean on the previous Saturday and that they had told her about me, and that she might be contacting me. I opened my email on Monday and sure enough, there was an email from Jean and she said that she wanted to chat with me and maybe set up a time when we could meet.

I sent her an email that morning and in just a few minutes, she answered me and wanted to meet me Tuesday at a local fast food restaurant, so I agreed and we met. We hit it off right away and started “playing” that night, and this has gone on for about two years now. Most of the time, in the beginning of our “playing”, we would get a room at a local motel. She told me she has a boy friend and we couldn’t meet at her place, because they shared the place and he wouldn’t approve of her having “friends” there.

In November of this pass year she opened a antique boot in a antique mall in the city were we live. She started setting the booth up and she asked if I would help her out, so I began spending time with her, helping set up the booth. She bought a lot of her “stuff” at an auction in the city, which was held every Friday evening. We would go to the auction about 6, stay there until it was over around 11. She would purchase a lot of items, we would load them into our cars and take them back to he place, clean, fix, and price then for her booth.

This went on for a few weeks then one day Jean sent me an Instant Message and asked if I could come over and help her with some of the things we hadn’t been able to repair. I told her that I was available that day, so I went over to her place. I rang her door bell, she came to the door, I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra as I went pass her. I could see her nipple was hard and looked really good under her blouse. I didn’t think too much about it at the time, but as we were working I kept looking at her breast and getting a hard on. She lives in a 3 bedroom Condo. There were three levels to the place. The main level was the kitchen, living room and dining room. The upper level is where the bed rooms and bath rooms are. The lower level is where she has all the things for her booth. We worked down there for a couple hours and then she suggested we take a break and have a drink, she only drinks hot chocolate, so she made some for both of us. We went up to the living room and sat on the couch. As we sat here we started chatting about a lot of different things. I noticed a lot of pictures on her wall of a guy and she said that was her boy friend. She said that he worked out of town and was usually be home Monday and Tuesday and some times Wednesday. I don’t know why she told all me that and I didn’t give it much thought. Maybe she felt she had to.

Well, back to the story. We continued chatting and she began to tell me what yes liked and didn’t like sexually. She mentioned that she really loved receiving oral and that her bf wouldn’t give her oral pleasure. She said that he thought it was “unclean”, I thought that was a little odd but I didn’t think much about it. She also said she loved getting massages.

As she was chatting, I did notice that Jean was massaging her breast and pinching her nipples. This had an effect on me which caused me to get a nice hard penis. I caught her looking at my crouch and she stood up to get chocolate. As she walked pass me she reached out and ran her hand the full length of my penis, through my pants. When she returned, she sat down on the couch, right next to me. She sat her chocolate on the coffee table and as she was bent over at little, I began running my hands up and down her back. She told me that it felt good so I continued massaging her back. She let of a low moan and starting unbuttoning her blouse. When she finished, she asked me to take it off so I could do a better job massaging her back. I kept this up for several minutes and she was really enjoying what I was doing for her. She stood up, and I thought she had enough of the massage, but she said she would be right back and she went up stairs.