Based on a true event that happened in Melbourne.... Please don't forget to vote and provide feedback.
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Wendy rubbed her neck as she sat at her computer desk in her bedroom and contemplated another lonely week. A neighbor, whose husband was interstate on business, had invited her to come over for lunch by her pool but Wendy wasn't interested in an afternoon drinking wine and gossiping.
Wendy decided to sign on to the net and check her emails, maybe that would brighten up her afternoon. Opening her mail she quickly read the emails from her sister and her niece. She was discarding the junk mail when something caught her attention. It was a email advertising an online contact site. Her mind recalled a conversation she had overheard at work that day.
Two other women had been laughing over a "blind date". One of them had met a guy on the internet through a personal ad she had placed. Wendy hadn't been paying too much attention to the other women, but did hear the woman say that they had a great time and she and her "internet connection" planned to get together again over the weekend.
Suddenly decided "Why not?" and, clicked on the URL to the Adultfriendfinder site.
Ten minutes later she had registered for free and had finished filling out the advert. She reread it to make sure everything was filled out and accurate. She had skipped most of the preference questions and filled out only the information she deemed important: Female, 5' 10", 42D – 34 – 38 and 95 Kilograms. Wendy laughed to herself, "If they are still interested after that last statistic, maybe there's hope for me yet." Then she read her description: "Reserved, divorced lady who works nights, seeking discrete daytime relationship. Initially I would prefer meeting for casual lunch dates. Companionship first, then perhaps once we have gotten to know each other we can go on to more intimate activities". She smiled to herself as she went on and read the description of the man she was looking for: "You will be well educated, a gentleman who knows how to treat a lady. Most importantly you will be able to meet me at short notice during weekdays, enjoy fine wine and food, be taller than me and very discrete. Bearded, well endowed men who can send me a picture with their reply will be given priority in my replies".
The last bit about being "well endowed" was a bit risqué and she quickly hit the "submit" button before she could change her mind. She noticed her hands were shaking a little when she finished. She thought of browsing some of the ads for men seeking women, but decided she was not yet ready to be aggressive enough to actively search for a man. No, much better to wait and see if any one responded to her ad.
"OK", Wendy thought to herself a week later, "here it is, another Friday and I've been alone all week!" Every morning she had excitedly checked her e-mail for responses to her impulsively placed ad, and every day she had gone to bed after her night shift disappointed by the responses she had received.
Opening her mail she found the usual responses, crude messages telling how big their "cocks" were and how they would "fuck: her senseless. She was just getting ready to sign off when a new message arrived from Adultfriendfinder. She quickly clicked it and read the message.
"Hello. I read your ad and am very interested in meeting you. I am a 48-year-old professionally employed man living in the Melbourne area. I work 4 hours each day from 8 am to noon, so would love to meet a mature lady like yourself so we can both begin to enjoy our afternoons. I love fine wine and long lazy lunches but increasingly find it unsatisfying to dine alone. So I am hoping you would like to join me for lunch. I liked how you describe yourself very much. I hope the attached photo sparks your interest, and look forward to hearing from you soon so that we can plan our first lunch together. It was signed Phillip
"Interested?" Yes her interest had been kindled. Here was someone who wrote about himself and didn't even mention sex, let alone crude comments about fucking her. His picture was great, tall, distinguished and he had a tightly cropped beard. She quickly answered him, supplying her real email address so he could respond to her directly.
A week later, Wendy surveyed her image in the mirror in the ladies room of the upmarket Southbank restaurant. Her red hair was combed loosely about her shoulders, her green eyes sparkled, highlighted by the pale eye shadow. Her ears were adorned with her pearl studs. A simple silver woven necklace filled in around her neck, hopefully making the bit of extra cleavage she was showing not as noticeable to others as it was to her. Her best blue silk blouse capped a black skirt. A new lacy garter belt she had purchased that morning secured her matching stockings.
She was nervous and took in several deep breaths she walked back to the table the waiter had shown her to a few minutes earlier. When she had arrived the maître d' informed her that her lunch partner had called to say he was running a few minutes late, but would be there shortly. Wendy's nervousness had increased. She was afraid that she was being stood up, and had just persuaded herself to leave, when a voice behind her startled her. "Wendy? I am so sorry to be late, but traffic around the Art Centre was much heavier than expected." A well groomed hand reached over her shoulder and placed a red rose on the table.
Wendy turned slightly and glanced over her shoulder at the man behind her. Her breath almost caught in her throat as she meet his appealing, sensual, hazel eyes. She had a picture of him that he had sent her early on in their correspondence, and immediately recognized his features, the well proportioned face with the short, full beard, the sensual lips, the gently slopped nose, and the eyes…. the picture hadn't done them justice.
The hand that had placed the rose on the table raised and cupped her face gently. "You are more beautiful than I imagined. Your picture did not completely do you justice." His voice was soft, gentle, and so sexy Wendy could feel her body responding in ways she would never have imagined for a first date. My god she had just met him and already she could feel moisture beginning to dampen her panties!
Phillip seated himself next to her at the table, and the next two hours flew as they enjoyed lunch, drinking more wine than she intended as they chatted, learning more and more about each other.
"Wendy, I do not want to say good bye to you just yet. Would you like to go for a walk with me in the Botanic Gardens?" Wendy nodded, it was just what she needed. All the wine she had drunk was making her head spin and she wanted to get out into some fresh air.
They strolled quietly for a several minutes, Wendy's left hand clasped warmly in Phillip's right. Before long they were at the back of Government House in a quiet part of the Gardens. It was warm and sunny so they sat down in a secluded grassed area. It felt natural to have Phillip's arm around her, holding her close to him as they spoke softly to each other. It was even more natural as she looked at him to see his face moving towards hers, his mouth taking hers in a kiss that started out soft and tender. Then quickly escalating to a hot, passionate embrace. Phillip's hands played across Wendy's back, caressing her shoulder blades and pulling her body tightly to his own. Wendy heard herself moaning in pleasure, almost as much from the sensation of their intimate embrace as from the deep sexual kisses they were exchanging.
Wendys hands explored Phillip's body, her fingers shakily pulling the shirt free of his belt and caressing the hard satin skin. Moving up and finding his nipples hardened at her touch. Phillip's hands imitated Wendys in their own exploration of her body under her blouse, effortlessly unclasping her bra and lovingly cupping her breasts. His fingers tracing back and forth over her nipples, eliciting soft guttural moans of pleasure from Wendy.
She realised Phillip's nimble fingers had opened her blouse when the warm sunshine caressed her breasts. Then he covered one nipple with his mouth as a hand began pulling and gently pinched the other erect nipple. Wendy's moans became more frantic as the heat between her thighs grew even more intense. She instinctively spread open her legs as one of Phillip's hands moved up under her skirt towards the seat of her heat and dampness.
Phillip's hand caressed her mound through her panties, making her body ache for more of him. She raised her hips slightly, a signal for him to slide his fingers under her wet panties to apex of her sex. A finger entered through the folds of her labia, finding and stroking around her clitoris. Wendy was loosing control as her body reacted to his ardent ministrations. Her legs clasped and unclasped time and again around the hand that was driving her up the mountain of sexual pleasure. Suddenly she felt herself plummeting over the edge of the cliff. Her orgasm was earth shattering, her pleasure coursing throughout her body. Phillip felt her powerful climax, initally around his hand, then her whole body convulsed. Her crys of pleasure and ecstasy echoed through the air. Phillip slowly withdrew his finger from her clit, but continued a to apply pressure to her mound as he allowed her body to ride through the haze of pleasure that enveloped her still quaking body.