We talked a little more about things over supper and she opened up even more about her favourite fantasy. She just had this dream of having some young girl at her mercy and doing whatever she liked to her. Apparently, she'd dabbled with playing with other women in her youth and quite enjoyed it although she was at pains to point out that I totally satisfied her and since we had watched the video together her fantasy now included me. What a relief!
We speculated about setting it up, but I had no idea where to start. She told me she'd already looked into it to a small extent but with no intention until now to take it any further. Snuggled into me on the sofa with the laptop on her knee she showed me some other sites, a couple of which were like specialist dating sites. I could hardly believe my eyes. There were adverts asking for and offering all sorts of kinky stuff. I was suddenly introduced to a world of domination and submission that I'd never come across before. Adverts from men seeking both to be in command and to be commanded. Others from women looking for other women with all sorts of odd requirements. I was truly amazed! We spent what seemed like hours looking through them before we stumbled across a section about couples.
They almost put me off as a lot were a woman looking for another man to fuck her in front of her husband, something that did not appeal to me at all. Neither, thank goodness, did it appeal to Fay. There were others where a couple were looking to have a threesome, usually but not always, with another woman. And then, towards the end there was a group of adverts both for and by young girls looking to have fun with more mature people. Suddenly I felt Fay shift as she sat up a bit more and read the ads more carefully. There were a couple that immediately felt wrong somehow. Nothing you could put your finger on but both Fay and I quickly moved on. There were a few more that were vaguely interesting and then, almost at the end, one that grabbed our attention. It was from a young girl calling herself Sofi who wanted to meet a more mature couple. What stood out was that she said she was "willing to receive instruction". Fay turned her head and looked up at me.
"I like the sound of her," she said with a grin.
We looked through the rest but nothing else stood out. It seemed to me that we had two choices. I turned to Fay with a suggestion.
"We can either answer her and find out more or we can put an advert in ourselves," I said, "what do you think?"
"Or we could do both," she said with a cheeky smile.
And that is what we did. We started by composing an advert from us. We decided to be as truthful as necessary. We also decided to include a photo of ourselves. Many of the adverts came with a generic outline that told us nothing and indeed put us off almost at once. We decided to go all out and chose one taken last year by a friend while we were on holiday in Greece. Fay was looking gorgeous in a skimpy bikini and was leaning with her back to me smiling at the camera. Half-hidden behind her, even I looked not too bad. We called ourselves a "youngish couple" and included our ages, 32 and 34, and said we were looking for a teen or early twenties girl for some "playtime fun". We then stole a phrase from Sofi's advert and added that she must be "willing to take instruction". I wondered if this was too strong, but Fay simply pointed to all the other adverts on the site.
Next we had to work out a reply to Sofi. We introduced ourselves as Fay and Warren and told her our ages. We complimented her on her photo which, assuming it was her, showed a very pretty young girl with blonde hair. It was only a head and shoulders photo but that didn't matter. We expressed an interest in her being willing to take instruction and asked if she would like to meet up and talk further. We told her whereabout we lived. Obviously, we hoped it was close enough not to need hours of travelling. We attached a copy of the photo to the e-mail and with a nervous finger Fay pressed 'Send'. There was no e-mail address for Sofi but apparently first contact went through the website address and was then forwarded to her. Any reply would come straight back to us.
We looked at each other with a 'what the fuck have we just done?' expression. It was too late now anyway. I leaned down and kissed Fay on the lips and she pulled me into a long hard snog. She was still only wearing the towel she'd found after her shower and I was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Her lips started to wander and somehow the towel came loose. The bulge in my boxers was heroic to say the least as this was the third time tonight.
"Have you seen the time?" I asked as I tried to ease her off me.
"Well past bedtime," she replied, "coming?"
And she stood up leaving the towel behind and wiggled her way seductively across the room. I could hardly say no, could I? I got up and followed her into the bedroom where she had already climbed into bed. I stripped off and jumped in beside her.
I know most men boast about being a stud, but three times was a new record for me. She ended up sitting on my dick and bouncing up and down while playing with her clit. I think she came before I did but only just. Eventually she rolled off me and pulled up the covers. It was an almost chaste goodnight kiss before we both went to sleep.
The next day neither of us had to work so we spent most of the day on boring things like housework and shopping. Neither of us mentioned the events of last night and it wasn't until late afternoon that we relaxed and opened a bottle of wine. It was my turn to cook so I was in the kitchen chopping vegetables and Fay was in the living room being idle. I was stopped mid-chop by Fay making a sudden screech. I put down the knife and looked into the room. She was sat in her usual place and had just switched on her laptop and was staring at the screen with her mouth open.
"What is it?" I asked her.
"She's replied," she blurted out.
For a moment I was confused and then memories of last night came flooding back.
"You mean whatshername?" I asked dumbly.
"Sofi! Yes of course I mean Sofi. Come and look!"
I sat down beside her and looked at the screen. The e-mail was open and I started to read. She wrote quite well for a young girl which was a plus point in her favour from me. She gave us a few more details about herself, including her vital statistics, which I personally found unnecessary but seemed to be the norm. She said she lived only about 20 miles away and had her own car which would make life much simpler. She was willing to meet up and suggested the small town that was midway between us. I couldn't believe our luck. For a first time try to hit gold was a bit of a shock. Fay and I looked at each other in disbelief.
Fay started scrolling through the other e-mails and found two more from the websites passing on messages and e-mail addresses from two other girls. Things were getting better and better.
One was from a girl signing herself Shaz and including a topless photo of herself. Let's just say she was a very well-endowed young woman. She also had multiple tattoos down her arms which does tend to put me off. I know it's not very PC of me, but I'm entitled to my likes and dislikes. Luckily Fay tends to agree with me on this.
The other e-mail was much more interesting. Her name was Lotti and she was German but living over here. Her written English was very good. She was dark-haired, judging by the photo she sent. It was a ¾ shot of her standing sideways in a short crop top that showed a broad expanse of her belly. She seemed to be standing in such a pose as to maximise the size of her breasts which almost didn't show at all. She lived a little further away than Sofi but not at the other end of the country.
"She's very pretty," commented Fay.
"I agree, and not massive tits or tattoos," I said.
She jabbed me in the ribs and giggled. "You can't say that ... but yeah," she conceded.
"That's just the e-mails," she said, "let's just check the website as well."
A few clicks later and we were in. We looked for our ad which we managed to find quite quickly. There were lots of 'likes' and a few comments, mostly quite nice ones but nothing more.
"Not a bad start," I said, "two replies in 24 hours. Which one do we choose though?"
"Do we have to? Why not reply to both?" suggested Fay.
"Is that allowed?"
"I don't see why not. We could meet with both and decide then."
At that point I returned to the kitchen and left her to it. She told me over dinner that she'd replied to both girls using very much the same formula. She complimented them both on how pretty they were and how they were just the sort of girl we were looking for. She emphasized that we were looking for someone who was disciplined. She suggested a day next week to meet up but a different day for each.
