We had messaged on a swinger's site through the last week. I was looking for fun as a newly separated, mid-thirties guy. We exchanged some messages and it appeared we lived across the Peak District from each other, but Ann was reluctant to say exactly where she lived or arrange a first social meet to quickly. She soon admitted this was because she was in a sexless marriage to a much older husband. I suggested a meet slightly further afield -- and only socially to see how we got on. It took a few days of back and forth to build her trust. Only then did we exchange more photographs than her suggestive but anonymous profile pictures. She looked lovely -- slim, late thirty's and wearing a long dress at a wedding, or another wearing a work lab coat. Being the early days of digital photography, neither was detailed or that clear though.
A week later I found myself waiting in a busy tourist town in the south of the Peak. A tall, willowy figure walked out of the car park. She was dressed in tight jeans and boots, a white blouse and knitted cardigan in a fetching red colour. My god she was more beautiful than the two photos she had sent, and much taller than I expected. She saw me and smiled, walked over, and offered a peck on my cheek and a gentle, cautious hug.
As arranged, we headed away from the busy street having bought a nice couple of cakes to share and headed up the small hill to find some peace. We chatted and flirted as we walked through the woods and river, and finally up a small rise and into a cleared area with clipped grass. I offered a hand over the last stile, and she did not let go. We walked to the quiet corner, overlooking a view and the path we had just walked up, but hidden by the walls behind. We sat and she cuddled in a little while we shared the cake.
Niceties over, I decided to be bold and ask her how the meet was going.
"Mmm, lovely" she said, nervously. "I did not know what to expect. But you are lovely, and a gentleman. I like that"
"So where does that leave us for another meet then? Perhaps one with some more privacy?" I pressed her to see where things may be heading.
Her response was quite practical -- all about how this was an affair, and a meet for sex, and she needed both discretion and time to organise things so as not to arouse suspicion. She could not do an evening either. All this time I could feel her leaning into me, my arm around her and her hand on my knee.
"There's one last thing" she said with a twinkle. Ann's kiss was enthusiastic, her hand moving up my thigh sending sparks flying in my body. We kissed like teenagers -- passionately, with tongues and hands roaming, but learning a new partners way of doing things.
We left our short meet and picnic hand in hand, both excited by the next stage. We discussed a little more -- that she would set the date, but I would look for accommodation in Manchester for us to use for a day.
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Our next set of emails were practical -- a date, a self-catering flat with an early entry and a meet on the train station.
Then out the blue, she asked how I felt about leather, particularly boots and a bodice in leather. My positive reply saw her send another grainy photo of her knee-high boots and bare thighs. We got down to much more detail -- she had a fantasy, and could I assist? And what was my fantasy?
We made plans, but I still was unsure whether to believe what was about to happen.
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The day dawned cold and grey, and we arrived at the flat cold and keen to get warm. Ann was carrying a small day bag, and I a small rucksack with some food and supplies. As we walked into the fifth floor flat, the warmth greeted us, and she unzipped her heavy winter Barbour jacket.
Ann was cooing over the view, and we explored the open plan living area, the two bedrooms and luxurious bathroom. We put the kettle on, like all good English folk do on a sex meet and sat on the two kitchen stools to have a cuppa. When we finished, I stood to clear away the cups.
Nervous, Ann turned to me. "Give me a minute to get ready" she said, and leaned in to kiss me again, her hand holding my arm firmly. She melted against me, her lithe body pressing up against me, and her arms moving up my back. I had to thread my arms under her coat, trying to pull her closer. She was the first person I did not have to lean down far to kiss, our faces, shoulders, and hips level. She must have felt my response to our kiss, and her hands pulled my hips in slightly as she ground her mons against me while her tongue darted into my mouth.
I waited patiently for a few minutes, sitting on the sofa, and looking at the view. Her voice quietly interrupted me, asking if I was ready. She opened the door and delicately stepped out, wearing a white satin vest and French knickers. Her long legs were shown off to their full length, her brown hair pulled into a ponytail. She was very boyish in shape, small breasted, pale skin, and curved hips. She padded over to me, knelt slowly onto the sofa and astride my knee. She took my face and began to kiss me deeply. I could smell her scent, the smoothness of her skin and outfit a delight to run my hands over.
We kissed on and on, my hands now roaming to her curved hips and bum, lifting up the fabric over her bum cheeks and feeling her soft skin below. Her hands now moved across my chest, and soon she was unbuttoning my shirt. We gave up kissing as she giggled, unable to undo my buttons without looking at them. She quickly undid them and tugged my shirt out the way, her hands being followed by her lips across my chest and nipples.
I slid my hands up her back, and around under the silky fabric. Her tiny breasts were topped with lovely big nipples, which stood proud and puffy under my fingers. She slid back on my knee, trying to kiss my chest more, but in doing so moved my hands from her and widened her legs. The aroma and warmth grew, as both of us were turned on.
"We need some privacy" she said, "shall we?" Without waiting for an answer, she stood up and led me to the bedroom. As we entered, she turned and began to pull my shirt off. I helped, and then started on my belt buckle. An awkward trousers and socks moment later I found myself being drawn onto the bed and lying next to a woman intent on kissing me again. Her upper leg wrapped around me, and our arms shuffled for a comfortable position as we hugged.
I was keen to see more of her and rolled her gently on her back. I leaned down and began to kiss her stomach, lifting her vest as I went, exposing more of her mid-riff and lower ribs. My leg rolled over hers,
and she responded by relaxing her legs wider. My hands now fully exposed her nipples, and as I had felt before, I was met with two incredibly puffy nipples atop the smallest breasts I had seen. I dived in with my tongue, and felt her whole body stiffen and raise. By now I was rolling over her to reach both nipples with my mouth, she was pulling me on top.
I could feel the heat of her sex through the fabric of our underwear, and gently ground into her, trying to line up my cock where I though her clit would be. Her hands encouraged my lips and hips, her legs opening wide and flat on the bed. She reached her hand around and began to stroke my rigid member gently.
"Oh my, you are quite big" she said, "I thought you were just exaggerating!" I smiled back, unsure of what to say. I am quite thick, if only average in length.
I took her hand on my cock as permission to reach down myself, under the lower hem of the soft and voluptuous knickers. She had some fine hair, a prominent clit, and lips -- and was soaking wet. I fingered her clit gently in circles, and she gasped again and again, her eyes rolling back.
We both struggled out of our underwear -- her more delicately than I. I took the opportunity to roll on a condom which I had in my pocket, and I glanced down at her exquisite body. Lying on her back she was so slim and delicate in build, yet long and graceful. Her nipples drew my attention, as did the neat landing strip of hair shaved into a small triangle. Her hips and mons were proud of her stomach and thighs, her legs kept close together.
