She came home from class just like every other day. She sat down at her computer to check her e-mail only to stare at an empty inbox yet again. Was he never going to write her back? Had he changed his mind about his family and decided it would be best if they didn't talk? She didn't know. All she could think about was his kind words and charming smile. Why did the man that made her tingle all over have a wife and kids? And why didn't her boyfriend give her those feelings?
Sometimes, the guilt tugged at her heart and made her wonder if the feelings she was feeling for this man were real or if it was just her insecurity with the boy she knew she could have. Deep down, she knew that because this man was older and 'off the market', he appealed to her that much more....
The night before, she had sat in the bathtub with some candles lit imagining the man she'd met online. He wasn't the creepy old man that is the stereotypical image of men who wander the chat rooms late at night. He was a successful, handsome, wealthy, middle-aged man who had his life in order. Every aspect was planned and executed perfectly...except for one thing... his marriage. He had told her of the problems he and his wife were having and had confided in her for support and encouragement. What was once friendly support had turned to a passionate lust and deep attraction neither one of them had expected.
She sat in the bathtub thinking of the things his last e-mail had said. He complimented her in so many ways, and she longed for him. She longed to touch his skin, feel his breath on her neck, and his hands on her body. He was much older and more mature than the boy she was dating, and she knew he could make her wildest fantasies become reality.
The next day, she got up and checked her e-mail. One new message. It was him. Filled with excitement, she opened the e-mail. It read:
"Hello darling. I'm sorry I haven't written for a few days. Work has been hectic, and my wife insists that I spend less time on the computer and more time with her. Honestly, I haven't stopped thinking of you for a second. You fill my thoughts constantly, and you fire up my deepest fantasies. I want to feel you...touch you...pleasure you in ways that you have only dreamt about. And I have decided it is time for us to meet..."
MEET? How could she meet him?! He was the embodiment of beauty and passion. She loved her boyfriend, but lusted for this man. She knew she had to do it. She had needs and felt an animal urge to meet this man and do the things she had only thought about. The arrangements were made and the date was set. He would fly in next week.
A week went by and finally the day arrived. She spent the whole day nervous knowing she would meet the only man who could make her wet with an e-mail. She drove to the city where they would meet for the first time. She made her way downtown, found a parking spot, and headed for the hotel lobby they had agreed to meet in. She walked in. Looking around, she saw several men of his age. Where was he? Then, as she turned around, there he was...the man with the single red rose. He smiled at her. His eyes filled with passion and she knew that this night would not be like any night she had experienced before.
"Hello darling," he said with a charming voice.
"Hello," she said.
"Would you like to go upstairs so we can get comfortable and talk? I had a long flight and I'm sure you're tired from the road," he said.
They headed upstairs to the room he had already rented for them. He opened the door and they went inside. She was feeling a little uncomfortable and anxious at the same time. She didn't want to make herself look like a slut, but his charm couldn't be ignored. He had a beautiful face with a smile that could light up a room. He had soft eyes that tortured her as they looked her up and down. His hands were older and weathered, but she longer to know their capabilities. They gazed at one another and then looked away, trying to avoid the awkward situation they had placed themselves into. Finally, he turned to her.
"You are gorgeous. You are young and pure but at the same time – you are a vixen. You make me want you more with every move you make," he said to her.
She could not resist him any longer. She threw herself into his arms and pushed her lips into his. She tilted her head to the side a bit and embraced his warm, soft lips. He gently slid his tongue into her mouth and caressed her tongue with his. Slowly, he led her to the edge of the bed and sat her down. He gazed into her eyes, and then kissed her again. He slowly began kissing her neck...sucking on it...tasting her fresh, pure skin. He slowly made his way down and began unbuttoning the tight purple sweater she had worn. As he unbuttoned her sweater, he gently pushed her back so that she was lying on her back on the bed and he was straddling her.
He opened her sweater to reveal that she had not worn a bra that day. Her large breasts fell to the sides a bit and her nipples were erect. He ran his tongue down the center of her chest, and then moved to her right breast. He took her nipple in his mouth and began sucking it...like a baby would feed from its mother. He ran his tongue in circles around it and took it in and out of his mouth. She moaned with pleasure giving him that much more incentive to continue.
