Author note: This Story, is yet another (or second encounter) in the normally uneventful lives of Bob & Cindy, a mature married couple, on their journey to sexual fulfillment.
If you haven't read "Christmas At The Shopping Mall" yet, it is highly recommended that you do so, first.
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Our New On-Line Chat Buddies
We have become on-line friends with Paul and Debbie, and have begun to know a lot about each other through numerous e-mails and pics, ever since 'that day' when we met them at Shopping Mall a few months ago while we were Christmas shopping.
The thoughts of what we had witnessed that day while looking through their car window, that chilly December afternoon, was still very fresh in our now extremely sexually charged minds.
We hadn't talked about that day too much between ourselves. But we both knew perfectly well, that the other had it on their mind, a lot. We had agreed, a few weeks ago on-line, to meet them again at a nice restaurant at the Casino in a nearby city for lunch on a weekend afternoon.
D-Day
Finally, (after all those many days of dripping anticipation and anxious worry) that fateful day had finally arrived. To say we were extremely nervous, was an understatement. We thought we felt confident enough to meet them again, face to face, but at the same time we were shivering in our shoes about the prospect of meeting them again.
All during the car ride west on the highway, both of us reassuringly told each other (as if to convince each other) this is only a first meeting. Just to see if we still like each other as much in person, face to face, as we now do on-line. We agreed to ourselves, as if to try and convince ourselves there isn't a unending burning desire we felt for this couple, and that we wanted to take things real slow, at first.
Cindy then tells Bob that she's not sure she has any intention of ever doing anything with any another couple. "All I ever said was, I'd consider it, if we ever do meet 'the right' couple for us. We'll meet them again and politely tell them, we haven't made any concrete decisions yet."
(Then the dirty and nasty thoughts of that chilly December afternoon, of them in their car, in the middle of Shopping Mall parking lot, made her melt and she knew she HAD to meet them again, if only just briefly, and just this once.)
Once again, Cindy fretted over her clothing choices for the day. And then with her hair and make up, and said "Do I look like a tramp?"
Bob kept reassuring her that she looked great. "You look sexy and hot, but not like a slut." (But she continued to worry the entire ride to the Casino.)
Small Talk
As we met Paul and Debbie at the door of the restaurant at the Casino, we suddenly both feel inadequate and weak in the knees. We both wondered to ourselves, "What have we gotten ourselves into?"
After a little awkward small talk at the door, we went in for lunch. Without saying another word, we instantly feet the attraction we had felt previously with them, reoccur.
Each of us was a little nervous and awkward and said very little, at first. After ordering our drinks, we ordered our food.
After conversing on small talk for a while, and because of us all being a little nervous, we slowly start loosening up a bit, and we all start to laugh a little.
After a while, we soon forget ourselves and we start to play a little touchy/feel-ly under the table with one another. (After all, what could a little innocent playfulness hurt?)
After a few minutes of conversation and continued touchy/feel-ly under the table, Cindy whispers into Bob's ear, "My pussy is on fire, and my panties are already soaked, can we invite them to our weekend getaway place in the country by the lake, ...to just have a drink."
Bob whispers back to her, "Just a drink?" She says, "Yes, JUST a drink. ...And, possibly, watch an adult film together, if they are interested, and see how things go from there, before we decide to meet them again for 'anything'. They do seem like such a nice couple."
Bob is somewhat taken aback by her nervous, and awkwardly said, remark. (Because this is sooo unlike Cindy's normally shy and innocent behavior.) Bob agrees to Cindy's request, thinking that she'll soon come to her senses.
After lunch, the men disagree on who should pay the check, but Paul insists. Bob reluctantly agrees by saying, "Only because you allowed me to pay the first time we met."
The Ride Home
As we all get up to leave, we extend the invitation to Paul and Debbie to come to our lake home for a drink, and more private conversation. They gracefully accept, (knowing our intentions aren't completely innocent) but knowing full well that we aren't homicidal maniacs either. Also knowing full well that they both have no intention of letting this first date proceed too far, or too fast (or, at least hoping that they have the will power, not fully considering how the coming drinks will cloud their normally sound judgment).
To my amazement, Cindy suggests, in the interests of getting better acquainted, that we separate as couples for the drive to the lake. Cindy with Paul, and Bob with Debbie.
Having caught us all completely off guard by her asking, we all awkwardly and meekly agree, having never considered such a request, in advance.