Their First Meeting_(1)

Over the Christmas holidays, they chatted more… learned more about eachother… and now even contemplated meeting…in person…. what was happening ?

His son’s hockey schedule would soon take him to the metropolis, nearby to where she lived. From there it would only be about a 30 minute drive to finally meet. He at age 45 and she in her 30s were old enough to know what they were missing in their lives. They had no intentions of leaving their spouses, they loved them, but the sex….oh the sex… was frustrating at best.

For her, she was married to a selfish lover. Not having felt a climax from love making in months, and even those were, at best, accidental. He would mount her…. fucked her until he came then roll over and go to sleep, with absolutely no consideration for her needs, her wants, her desires or fantasies. There she was, left with an itch to scratch on her own. Oh, make no mistake about it. She would cum, but only at her own hand.

For him, his wife was prudish. Barely able to assign names to any of the body parts. She was a missionary position girl and would panic at the first sign of her own orgasm. Almost as if she would not give herself permission to “let go” to just fuck like wild animals. He had no problem trying to please her, starting with kissing, then sucking on her ample breasts…. licking her nipples until they swelled in his mouth… he even would eat her out…everytime they had sex…. which was about one a month… on a good month. When she would cum, she would pull his face up as if to say, “no… i can’t cum anymore… i can’t enjoy this anymore”. She would spread her legs… and let him slip inside her passage, now wet from his saliva and from her juices. After some time, he would cum. Never really sensing that she wanted it to last “too long”, since this was her way of “returning the favour”. For as many times as he ate her out, she would never give him a blowjob. As a matter of fact, his long standing innocence as he grew up resulted in him never having received a blowjob, EVER!

The two continued to chat online, sharing their “secrets” with one another. They felt like kindred spirits, knowing exactly how the other one felt, the frustration, the emptiness, the need. It was growing and could not be stopped.

He mentioned to her about his son’s upcoming travel schedule. Also being involved with the hockey commission, he would often be on conference calls. He could make up a story that since he was “in the neighbourhood” that he would attend the next hockey commission meeting. His wife knew that he was busy, she would never suspect a thing. The plan was now taking shape.

They continued to chat. He had a cam and would gladly show his prize to his online lover. She would cum like she’s never cum before. Hell, she would even start to get wet just at the thought of him being “online” when she logged in. They both needed a serious release, and soon. The plan was set, a date, a time, and to begin with, a neutral location, a Tim Horton’s, how Canadian.

They had traded some pics so each knew what the other looked like. The day of the meeting came. Not wanting her husband to suspect, she left the house in her jeans and sweatshirt, with her large purse under her arm. Once in the van…and out of sight, she found a nearby secluded area where she would change. She slipped on a skirt, just above the knee, and a sexy opaque blouse, that would not reveal to anyone that she was braless underneath. Along with that, she slipped on some thigh high nylons, to give the illusion that she was wearing pantyhose, when in fact she even ditched her panties. To complete the ensemble, she wore some sexy knee-high boots with a sexy stiletto heel. She arrived first grabbed a coffee..and waited impatiently. Finally he arrived, in snug jeans and t-shirt. This was his standard fare, and he didn’t want to raise any suspicion among his family. He spotted her right away. He could feel the increasing crowded feeling in his jeans as his 6 ½ cock had absolutely nowhere to go. Seeing that she had a drink, he casually walked up to her and said “Tracy” (not her real name), “It’s so nice to finally meet you.” She stood up, slightly taller than him in her sexy heels and they hugged.