our swinging begins part 3

So with John gone and we were back on the search again, luckily he had not left us empty handed. In a rather flattering move he asked if he could tell a friend he knew about us. We were surprised about that at first we thought it violated the cardinal rule of discretion, but we finally came to the conclusion that we would be ok with it. We were surprised to hear that his friend was a single woman. We hadn’t been with a single woman yet and we were excited at the aspect and the opportunity. John had met Sara on a different website he belonged to. He knew of Sara’s desire to be with a woman as well as with a couple.

Sara was a local woman which was a plus for us also she didn’t smoke which was nice one thing we’ve learned with swinging is nothing kills the mood more than kissing an ash tray, unless you yourself are a smoker but for us being none smokers its one of our preferences. So it didn’t take long for us to organize a get together a cup of coffee just to talk. We like to sit down and just talk with people on our first date; we like the experience to be more than physical, if we can’t carry on a simple conversation with someone it’s not likely we’ll pursue someone beyond that.

So Sara lived in the same town as John but she worked in our town, she was a night worker and we planned to meet after dinner before she started work. The conversation flowed and was probably and we were more comfortable and natural then anyone we’ve been with before or since. We sat in the room that we usually play and talked about many topics only occasionally touching on our sexual preferences, our likes and dislikes. She was much older than us (49) when we were just 33 and 32. She was very attractive and with our brief meeting with her we both came to the same conclusion, that she was wilder than us. She told us about some of her experiences and we told her about some of ours, alas we didn’t have nearly as many as she did, she had been in the lifestyle far longer than us. She was a blonde with dark blue eyes she was petite with wide hips, she was running her fingers through her hair like I remembered high school girls doing when I was younger. She was older but in many ways she seemed and acted younger than us. She left for work but not before we set up a date to meet again, it would be the next night again before she went to work.

She arrived again on time and conversation picked up right where we had left off, because she had to work later on we had coffee instead of alcohol.