This is a true story.
She was only browsing. She joined the sex site to look for her fantasy man to fuck.
She lived alone, but her sex drive was through the roof. She had a decent selection of toys and got herself off most nights, sometimes in a luxurious bubble bath, sometimes on the double bed. She was always horny and thought about sex a lot.
She'd lived alone for a good number of years, didn't want a useless man invading her cosy life and space, but she missed the thrill of a fat hard cock inside her.
There were plenty of flings; she'd even met one guy who took her dogging.
The thrill of the unknown, the butterflies in her belly when they set off for a meet. This had her excited beyond words, the sex wasn't even that great, but the journey, knowing she was going to be exposed to strangers, even fucked by someone she had never even spoken to, really excited her.
She wasn't looking for vanilla sex, she was a bad girl and needed a little more than a hurried fuck in missionary position. There were men who had given her what she craved, but for one reason or another, those relationships always came to an end as her and her illicit lover went their separate ways.
She was only browsing...
A message popped up from a guy who could put a sentence together. That was something, given the hopeless men who usually frequented the site; most of whom were married and although they loved some dirty chat, would never have the balls to actually meet up.
The message was polite, he was educated and articulate. He would love to chat and had attached a photo to his message.
Her fanny fluttered as she looked at his toned torso.
He was good looking and had muscle definition.
She quickly messaged back, asking for more info.
He lived only a couple of miles away, he enjoyed the company of ladies, he was very respectful, but always in charge in the bedroom.
Her heart was racing when she messaged back, asking what he did for work and what interests he had.
He was a semi-retired executive, but nothing else about him was semi he added. He was mainly into fucking, but he was into music and the great outdoors.
It didn't take long for him to gain control of the situation. He had a sense of humour that she liked, he also asked her leading questions about her time on the site and how it had catered for her needs. He was open and to the point.
"It is a sex site" he commented, it is obvious we would talk about sex.
She was forward too, telling him that she would like to meet him and see if there was chemistry.
"How long before I get in your knickers?, " he teased
"I might not be wearing any," she countered.
They agreed to meet at the weekend. He picked her up and they went for coffee.
Her excitement levels were climbing, especially when he told her, he checked to see if she was wearing knickers the moment they met.
Again she countered, "If I like you, I'll probably fuck you even though it's a first date."
Her stomach was full of butterflies as she towel dried herself down, fresh out of the shower. A skimpy white g-string and matching bra were her choice of underwear (she wasn't really going out without any knickers). Smiling to herself, her pussy twinged as she slipped the white dress over her head and shook her long black hair free.
Fuck! She had fifteen minutes to wait and the anticipation of meeting the online stranger was killing her.
He finally messaged that he was outside, as she walked around the corner. He stood out of his car, and took one step towards her, planted a quick peck on her cheek. She felt his hand up her dress, feeling for the contours of her pussy.
She backed away from him, a nervous giggle.
"No," she said.
"The neighbours will see."
He opened the car door for her and she slid into the big leather seat. Passing her the seat belt he took a firm hold of her arm, and his other hand was up her dress. She was helpless as she felt his hand against her lacy thong.
"Coffee at mine is it?," he said in a confident voice.
She was not sure, she had only just met him, coffee in a public place was more what she had in mind, but her pussy and already damp knickers persuaded her to take the risk.
"Yeah, that would be nice," she answered.
The drive wasn't far and soon she was outside his front door as he unlocked it and ushered her in. He made a pot of filter coffee and poured them both a cup. She could see him eyeing her up and down. He didn't exactly talk to her big tits, but she could see he was checking out her curves.
"I will show you around if you like?," he said, as they both put their cups down.
The guided tour was short and they were soon at the top of the stairs. He pushed her against the wall and started to kiss her. His hand was once again up her dress, but this time she didn't struggle, she allowed him to feel her up, and shivered when he whispered in her ear.
"Your pussy is very wet, and you did say that you would probably fuck me if we met?"
He pulled her into the bedroom and pushed her back onto the bed. Dropping to his knees, he tugged her thong to one side and started to eat out her damp pussy, licking around her folds, up one side of her moist labia and then the other. He teased as she desperately tried to make his tongue contact with her clit, which was in need of loads of attention.
His hands moved up her body and he started to twist and tug her nipples, which sent shock waves travelling directly to her clit. She was soaking and almost ready to beg for him to give her relief, when his teasing stopped and his tongue brushed over her hard swollen clit.
