About a year ago I stumbled across an article in a magazine about a well known website for married-but-looking people. One night I was bored and a little tipsy when the magazine caught my eye and I remembered the article. I was curious and logged on and created just enough of a profile to have a look around. I was a little shocked so many in my area were looking to step out on their spouse. But I didn't want to run the risk of running into a friend's husband so I broadened my search. I oohed and ahhed over the pics of pecs and abs and eventually closed the computer and headed to bed.
I didn't think much about it until I opened my "play" email account and saw all of the notifications. I logged back in and was overwhelmed at the response. I had over 400 profile views, tons of key requests, winks. What an ego boost! So I upgraded my profile and added some PG private pics and I was off.
It took me awhile to actually meet up with someone. I met and chatted with a lot of guys but things never seemed to work out where I could ever hookup with any of them. Then in January this year I got the email I'd been waiting for. He was smart, witty, subtly suggestive and very handsome. I emailed him back and then we quickly starting texting. As it turns out he was familiar with my little town as he traveled here for business. Even more amazingly he came here to see my mother's (yikes!) employer! So we even knew people in common although thankfully not my mother.
After a week or so of texting he let me know he would be in the area and asked if I would like to go to dinner. I immediately said yes. We had done the naughty picture exchange by then and the chats had gradually become steamier each time. Even so I wasn't sure the date would turn into anything more.
On date day, I was giddy all day. My co-workers made me 'fess up only to shoot me down a minute later when they said it was pretty much a 100% chance of snow in the city and area where I was meeting "Allen." I texted him and let him know the situation and immediately checked the weather. The storm wasn't supposed to hit until midnight. Yeah right...this is me we're talking about. We had agreed to meet at 7 and before I was halfway there the storm hit full force. Luckily the snow wasn't sticking to the roads and I pulled over and texted him to let him know I'd be late.
I finally made it to the restaurant, checked myself in the mirror and skidded across the parking lot in my high-heeled boots. I was glad I wore them though. When I got inside he spotted me and he stood up to greet me. I looked up..and up...and up...to meet his eyes. I did not remember his height from his profile. He is 6'5"!
We sat down and ordered drinks and began getting to know each other. I found myself unable to look away from his siren blue eyes. I don't remember much of our conversation that night but I knew I wanted more. It was as if we were cocooned inside that booth. I had completely forgot about the weather! The temperature dropped and now the snow was sticking. I was conflicted. I was off from work the next day but I was unsure about staying with a complete stranger in a hotel room overnight if I was snowed in. He convinced me to just come over for a bit and wait it out, the weather was supposed to pass soon and the roads would be scraped. So I followed him to the room.
He had a suite at a nearby airport hotel and he had thoughtfully stopped and bought some Red Bull and vodka which is my favorite drink lately. We relaxed on the sofa with our drinks and laughed and chatted more. Then he got quiet and our eyes met and finally our lips met too.
He dropped to his knees in front of me and unzipped my boots and began caressing my calves and moved his hands higher up my skirt massaging my thighs. I sat up to help him remove his shirt and we laughed because he was on his knees and I was sitting on the loveseat but we were finally eye to eye. We made out some more and things got hotter.
Finally we made it to the bedroom and stretched out. He caressed and massaged my body deeply all over and I was moaning and arching up. His hands moved to my hard nipples and played, squeezed and pinched and eventually bit and sucked. He kissed his way down my belly and landed between my thighs. He kissed my inner thighs and I almost went off then. When he moved to my clit and nibbled and licked my slit, I launched into a series of multiple orgasms. When I finally came back to earth, he crawled up beside me and we kissed and chatted and laughed some more. He was playing with my nipples and I felt him get hard against me.
I moved to my knees beside him and took his cock in my mouth. He wasn't huge but a nice good size and thick. I licked him up and down to lube him up nicely before teasing his head and slit with my tongue. Then I took him in deep in my mouth and began a nice sucking rhythm moving him in and out. I reached down and gently fondled his balls. It wasn't long before he gave me the signal he was about to cum. Now I'm a little tentative about swallowing when with a new guy. It's not taste but volume that concerns me usually. He took the decision out of my hands when he pulled out and shot on my chest.
Again we cuddled on the bed and made out some more and took a break to re-hydrate. There was no actual penetration that night since neither of us had the foresight to bring condoms. It was still a great night and I found it difficult to leave and kept coming back or getting pulled back for one more kiss.
By the time I did leave the snow had almost stopped and the interstate had been scraped. As I headed south the snow turned into rain (sing Dan Fogelburg with me). We would meet again and the next time he came to my town. But that would be it. He drifted away...or so I thought. He texted me this week! So there's potential for more amorous misadventures soon! :-)