When she left the house, she knew that it was more than the anticipation of endorphins and the solitude of her nightly walk that she was looking forward to. Before even getting to the trail her heart began racing, and she had to take a moment to calm her nerves. She was about to break all the rules tonight, something she wasn't used to doing. She had done what was expected her entire life; from grade school, through high school, to college. Her marriage was no different. Her husband just replaced her daddy, so she did what she was told—always. But tonight was different. Tonight she was taking a step towards an independence she wasn't used to. Nothing was going to stop her tonight.
"Calm down," she told herself as she began her walk. It's just a meeting, a meet-and-greet, so to speak. Just to get to know someone, a potential lover for her and her husband to play with. They were just beginning to explore the secret world of swingers. This one had caught her interest...so why not meet him. Ok...she knew that wasn't why she was meeting him. He'd never work in the gig she and her husband had going. First of all, he was too young. Second of all, he had told her kissing was important to his lovemaking, and since it was against the rules her husband had established for their extracurricular playing, there was not hope for it. So why was she meeting him?
As she walked towards the designated meeting place, she had to ask herself yet again why she felt the need to go against what she KNEW her husband would hate. He'd never approve of her meeting someone without him there...much less without his permission. She kept coming up with the same answer, excitement. This is what she had been missing for years. Excitement. It was probably why she had agreed to her husband's suggestion of swinging to begin with. Swinging definitely wasn't her idea, not originally anyway.
So here she was, walking along her normal five mile route, but with the intention of not completing her walk. What she expected to happen, she wasn't sure.
She had started talking to him just that day. When he messaged her, she couldn't help but notice several things: first of all his obvious good looks. He was young looking, clearly in his twenties. He had a hot boyish charm that would capture any woman's attention. Clearly he was Latino, with a lovely natural tan, black hair and black, searing black eyes. However, beyond his good looks, she also noticed that he had just signed up for the site that very day. "Nice," she thought, "not jaded to the lifestyle yet." Finally she had looked at his age. Oh my! Only twenty-seven. So young!
As they had chatted, she couldn't help but think how different it would be to have a twenty-seven-year-old, as opposed to her fifty-one-year-old husband. Libido and stamina were bound to be different. This was proven during their chat when after sharing a few pictures of each other; she got daring and sent him one of her in a bra. He commented that he was going to have to go again. "Again?" she thought. What was he talking about? It was then that he confessed that he had came while looking at her first picture she had put up for him. That was only a few minutes prior, and here he was saying he needed to do it again. Wow! Far different from her husband, who was good for once, maybe twice a week, if she was lucky.
Maybe that was why she was now walking toward the meeting spot, getting more nervous with each step. She didn't want to analyze it too much. She was just going with it. Besides, it was just a meeting. Right?
As she walked to the designated meeting area, she could tell he wasn't there yet. Maybe he won't show. That's probably for the best. She had just about convinced herself that he wasn't going to show when she saw someone coming towards her. In the semi-darkness, she could tell it was him. Oh God...here she goes. Her heart started pounding.
She greeted him with a smile she was afraid looked trembling. She could feel the nervous excitement coursing through her like electric currents. Her hands trembled slightly as she greeted him with a friendly hug. His return hug was slightly more than friendly, but not off-putting or uninviting. It was just a little too intimate for the circumstances. Then again, maybe hers was too stiff. She felt like a fish out of water.
After her awkward greeting and self-doubt— after all, what would a young stud like him want with a mom like her—she invited him to walk down the dark path with her and chat. The chatting was mostly polite chitchat. Basic get-to-know-you crap that was used to avoid what was really going on. As they slowly walked down the path talking, she could feel his eyes burning into her, seeing through her awkwardness to her desire. She felt convinced that he could see her heart pounding out a primitive drum beat of desire.
They didn't have to walk far before they found a secluded little, dark spot to talk privately. She leaned up against a wooden rail as they continued their pointless conversation. That's when he swooped in. Before she knew it, he had his chest arrogantly pressed up against her. He didn't reach out to hold her, didn't touch her at all save for his chest against her breasts. He stared hotly into her eyes. Ducking his head close to hers but not actually touching her. She back up slightly, shyly.
