After an unhappy marriage that lasted too long, I suddenly found myself living alone again. In the past, in similar circumstances, I turned to Lit for companionship, so that is what I did again. I did not expect quick results, but in the first hour I came across Holly's posts, photos, and tantalizing stories. I was immediately drawn in by her intelligence, wit, writing ability, long dark hair, and of course her incredible body. She was looking for older men, and I fit that category, so I sent her a private message.
As I opened Holly's response to my message, I was both anxious and excited. Her response was positive, but she did not indicate if it was because she had read my many stories or just because I was an old guy. I offered to share in writing stories together as a way of getting to know one another, and she thought that was a good idea. Stories can, of course, be totally fictitious, or they can be based on actual events. It will be up to the reader to figure out if the following is just a made-up story or a description of a real first encounter.
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I chose a nearby park as our meeting place, and Holly showed up right on time. We recognized each other from photos we had shared. She wore her long black hair down, and it reached to her full breasts that strained against her tight linen blouse. She greeted me with a big smile and a quick hug. She did not seem at all nervous, at this, our first meeting.
At a nearby coffee shop (she had tea), we got to know each other. She was English, and I enjoyed listening to her accent. Our conversation began with Lit, her photos and posts there, and soon we were talking about the stories we had posted there. From those stories, we knew each other's sexual preferences, and we spoke in detail about what was real and what was fantasy in those stories.
With the preliminaries out of the way, I invited Holly to my nearby motel room, and she shyly, but eagerly, agreed to accompany me. Once we were in the room, there were a few awkward moments as there often are on first meetings. Holly broke the ice. She walked over to me, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me. It was a long, powerful kiss with tongues intertwined and breathing becoming more irregular with every passing minute.
I pulled away from her trying to catch my breath. I moved closer and kissed her neck as I began unbuttoning her blouse. As each morsel of skin was exposed it was kissed and licked and nibbled—shoulders, arms, upper chest. Confronted by a sheer bra, I reached around and unhooked it. Holly removed it from her luscious breasts, fully exposing her dark aureoles and large, engorged nipples. As I caressed and sucked first one and then the other breast, Holly began to moan quietly and her body began to sway side to side.
I kissed my way down her stomach to the waistband of her skirt which she helped me remove with a couple of deft flicks of her wrist. I pushed her back on the bed so I could get between her spread legs. I tenderly kissed her upper thighs, and she responded by spreading her legs farther apart and thrusting her pelvis toward my mouth.
