I sat across the restaurant table from Emily staring at her until I realized I was staring at her like a moon struck teenager seeing his true love for the first time.
Emily was not my true love, but this was the first time I had been with her. We had chatted for a couple of months on Instant Messenger. I liked what she wrote when we typed back and forth. I had appreciated her warmth, wit and quick mind from the first. Then we had progressed to webcams. When she had agreed to meet me for dinner, I had made the reservations with total delight as soon as our conversation had ended.
When I started viewing her on camera, I had a "hard-on" the first time I watched her smile at me from my PC screen. Then there were the pictures. First in nightwear then bra and panties and finally, the night I eagerly down loaded an e-mail and there she was, stripped to the waist. I had immediately sent the following message to her, "OMG"!
Now this "spirit in the machine" was across from me in a secluded area of the restaurant that was all candle light, mirrors, polished woods, plush carpet, china plates, sterling silver flatware and cut crystal wine goblets and glasses that gave off occasional tinkling sounds.
The conversation was about erotic wrestling—specifically oil wrestling. There was a certain surrealistic aspect to a man and woman dressed in eveningwear discussing how big the ring should be, how much plastic we would require, and the type and temperature of the oil we would rub sensually over our naked bodies.
In the flicker of the candle light, her blue eyes sparkled with feral glee and I could feel my stiff cock pressed against the navy blue wool of my pants. The table and linen cloth hid my secret from her view.
--69--
The subject of wrestling had started in one of our more zany but suggestive IM conversations and had quickly turned into a topic that soon had us both breathing a bit hard.
We had watched DVD's in dark living rooms sitting alone in front of flickering television screens as nude women struggled, fought and then coupled in large plastic covered trays the size of a small room---their bodies oiled like sardines in a can.
One night we admitted to each other that we had masturbated while watching these sexual battles. That was when we both decided to meet and act on our mutual lust.
-69-
The day of our "championship match" was here. It was a beautiful autumn afternoon in late October. The oaks and elms around my home were a riot of reds and electric yellows. As I stood in the front yard impatiently waiting for Emily's arrival, I noticed that each leaf appeared to illuminate from within. All the trees a burst of color.
There was the sound of a car in the street. I turned toward the driveway and smiled. My opponent had arrived!
She climbed out of her car with a grace and ease that belied her size and age. I knew she was in her late fifties—the same as I, but the chunky blonde—a really Big Beautiful Woman who walked jauntily toward me with a broad smile that showed white teeth gleaming in the bright afternoon sun looked half that age.
My body began to stir as she walked up and stood only inches from me. I marveled to myself, as I always did, at her ability to project an unimaginable feeling of animal sexuality while appearing very demure.
Even now, there was nothing wanton in her appearance. Her hair was cut short and her makeup understated. She wore a simple white cotton blouse with white pearl buttons and a black wool skirt that came below the knee.
However, I noticed the swell of her large breasts under the blouse. I knew from her pictures that her breast were large, firm, and tipped my two exquisitely large nipples surrounded by large dusky disks. At the though I grew hard.
She noticed—reached down with one hand and patted my crotch. "You ready to take a whipping" she asked coyly.
"If you mean a pussy whipping, it aint't gonna happen." I said matching her bantering tone.
"We gonna wrestle are stand out here debating the issue?"
"Good point!" I turned and led the way into the house.
-69-
The "Arena" was my large garage. It had been emptied early in the week. Then the two carpenters had come with the materials I had specified and built the ring. I had paid them well and because of this, they asked no questions like "what the hell are we building?"
I opened the door with a bow and flourish. She stepped into the garage and laughed. "My God it is a lot bigger than I expected."
"All the bigger to roll you around."
She turned to me wrinkling her nose, "yea right."
We stepped back into the house. I took her quickly to a guest bedroom and said, "You may disrobe here."
I closed the door and walked quickly down the hall to my bedroom.
-69-
Emily looked around the large well-appointed room with approval. There was a vanity against one wall with a large mirror. She stripped off her blouse and unbuttoned her skirt. She let it drop from her waist to her feet.
Stepping out of it and kicking off her shoes, she looked into the mirror. She was pleased with what she saw.
There stood a woman of medium height. Dressed in pink bra and panties. She reached behind her with firm arms that did not sag and unhooked her bra. Her large breasts rolled to freedom, the nipples already erect. Despite their broad fullness, they did not sag. With an equally fluid movement, she pulled down the pink boy cut panties and dropped them to the floor by her bra.
A voluptuous attractive woman was reflected in the mirror. Her body was not muscular but toned. She sported a dark all over deep tan that gave her skin a healthy glow. The sparse darker blonde bush between her legs was an inverted pyramid. She gave each nipple a little pinch; winked at herself in the mirror and went to meet her opponent.
I stood necked in the large master bedroom. I looked into the mirror. I was content with what I saw. No potbelly, a firm chest, but the abs could use a little work. At the thought of Emily undressing down the hall, I had become erect. I looked at my cock.
Could always be bigger
, I thought but then every man thinks that.
Be happy it works
