Down To Flirt Dtf Pt 01

This is a series about a girl named Amelia I met on a gaming site. She is so beautiful and such a naughty girl. She is 45, 5'6", 125 lbs., and a 20" waist and a face of an angel. If you met her, you would see her as very Christian and conservative. Or so she seems...

She describes me as sexy and handsome. I'm 61, I have brown hair and a white beard. I am 186 with a 24" waste and average build. My cock is average size and width. My libido is fueled with testosterone shots and dark chocolate with hot chilies. She did not need anything else to pump up her 45-year-old MILF libido. Her sexual frustration was complicated by her religious upbringing. But she liked to suck cock!

Amelia and I met at the card table virtually. She kept complimenting me on my picture using adjectives like handsome and would send me kiss icons, heart icons, etc. I took it as down to flirt (DTF). I don't think she was purposely trying to get a bulge in my crouch and for some precum to form on the head of my cock, subconsciously, she was sexually unsatisfied and very horny. She is a woman filled with love and passion. And I was filled with romance and swept her off her feet.

We kindled a relationship, and we got to know each other better. She told me about her wonderful husband who had diminished sex drive, and I told her my wife couldn't have sex for over five years but now can. The conversation only brought us closer together. We became very intimate in every sense of the word and I quickly developed a crush on her she loved the attention. It made me think of various scenes in the movie Casablanca which I hope that she will watch.

The sexual tension between us was intense. If we were in the real world, I would have kissed her. But we were in the virtual world, so I started sexting. The flood gates opened. Although I did 90% of the sexting, her 10% kept my libido in overdrive. She used phrases like "Fuck me", and "Take me now" and eventually "Get you're A$$ over here". We were 2000 miles apart physically but not emotionally.

Eventually I could not wait any longer and while on my way to Las Vegas, I made a detour through Dallas. I rented a car and head out to her suburb. We had Facebook Messaging and the gaming app. We did not even know each other's cell phone numbers or last names. It was very surreal.

I told her to meet me at the hotel which was a ten-minute walk from her house. I would be at the bar. She walked in with lust in her eyes and a desire to get fucked. She sat down right next to me in cowgirl boots, a black dress showing her awesome cleavage, red lipstick, and smelling like Budweiser lite and cigar-cigarettes. But I could smell perfume and her sweet sexual natural scent.

She wanted another Bud Lite (everything you ever wanted in a beer but less). I wanted her to have a Jack Daniel's for two reasons. First because I like the smell and how it will smell on her breath, and second because it would further loosen her up. She said ok to the Jack on the rocks.

She wanted to rush upstairs to the room, but I wanted her to simmer, so she accepted the Jack and lit her cigar-cigarette. I held her hand and everyone in the bar, only 5 patrons, could feel the electricity in the air. Her other hand was now resenting on my right thigh, and I know where it was heading next.

I wanted to get her started, knowing that it has been a couple of years since she was really fucked, so I started kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear. I told her how attractive she was and how she has captured my heart. It was both physical and emotional. I stopped short of telling her that I loved her. My right hand found her left shoulder. She gulped her drink, and I ordered her another. I was drinking a Diet Coke-I am sober.

I started telling her how badly I wanted to fuck her, and her eyes widened. She asked me what my favorite position was, and I was honest, and said missionary. I cum better when I am on top. But if she wanted to do reverse cowgirl first, I was down for that. She also mention she liked face down and ass up with a pillow under her belly.

She drank her second drink, and I asked for the tab. But now she said that her pussy (her word) was pulsating and some cum was leaking out, staining her white panties. She could feel the moisture and it was a bar, so she could not start rubbing her erect clit. At least not yet.

Thinking ahead, I was hoping that her soiled panties would be a party gift so I could suck on them when she was not available and taste her sexual juices. She is just that hot. But the best parts are still ahead in Down to Flirt (DTF) Part II.