It's midnight and I'm restless. I've scrolled through enough Facebook and Twitter. Out of boredom and horniness I start to get crazy thoughts. I begin to browse through the 'Casual Encounters' section of Craigslist.
I have toyed with the idea of hooking up with someone on Craigslist, and getting lost in unattached pleasure. I have always talked myself out of it. Tonight- I'm feeling more courageous.
I haven't been intimate with anyone since I left my husband, which was over a year ago now. Being out-of-practice has made me kind of shy to approach potential partners.
I'm not sure if I'm really craving dick or massaging a hot woman's tits.
Feeling naughty- and in serious need of a confidence boost, I decide to go for it. I roll out of bed, and grab my phone as I sneak off to the bathroom. I don't need my brother in the other room to hear me getting up and snapping photos in the bathroom at midnight.
After some skilled angling and tweaks, I settle on an image. I decide to create two ads on Craigslist- one for the man-for-woman and one for the woman-for-woman. I direct the replies to a bullshit Gmail account. Within mere minutes replies are pouring into my inbox. There all responses from men. I guess the women are a bit more timid.
The simplest response seems to be the winner: "Nice tits. I have a hotel room for the night. Feel free to come join me."
"Nice tits" was about all I needed to hear. Confidence boost granted.
I email him back. Before I know it I'm calling him and getting directions. I decide to be the slut I feel like being tonight. I simply pull on my jeans I wore earlier today, skip the bra, and get into my zip-up 'Cal' hoodie.
I'm not the make-up wearing type, and to be honest I really don't need it. I'm 5'4" at 130 pounds. I have the right amount of meat on my bones. I have dark eyes and long dark hair, with perky full tits, and a bubbly, round ass. I get right to the business of throwing on clothes, brush my teeth, and exit my apartment.
I drive to the hotel- feeling slightly stupid, and nervous. I think how I should retreat, and call off this crazy idea, but I don't stop driving, and I don't turn around.
Before I know it I'm standing at his door. I knock. His door pulls back slowly. He's standing there instantly taking me in. The hotel feels a little warm and humid, and smells of Old Spice. He had just gotten out of the shower.
His dark hair is still wet and slicked back. He's standing there in nothing else, but a pair of house shorts. His upper body is cut. He's not the scrawny or fat guy. He's perfect. He's big and muscular. I get closer and notice his piercing blue eyes. He looks like he belongs in a calendar wearing fireman garb. I'm stunned, and it all seems surreal. I must be dreaming. There is no way I found this guy on Craigslist.
We both must have been speechless for a good minute, as his voice suddenly interrupted my daze.
"Hi, glad you found the place alright," Kyle says in a sweet, yet deep tone.
My pussy is already torturing me. I'm wet. His skin still looks moist from his shower and his skin is a little red from the hot water.
I decide to give in to the dream. I simply smile back at him, and show him I'm not here for chit-chat, or mere company. I came here to deliver.
I step towards him and pull his face to mine- placing my lips on his. He picks up on my mood instantly, and graciously accommodates my hunger. His lips match mine perfectly as our kissing deepens. I kiss harder and he kisses back harder. Suddenly our mouths are lips and tongue, with just the perfect amount of minty sweetness, from his freshly brushed teeth, and saliva.
I stretch my arms around him more and he pulls me into him- wrapping his arms around my waist. The harder we kiss the tighter he pulls me in. I feel his hard muscles against my chest, and even better I feel the hardness straining in his shorts. I start moving my hips to take more pleasure in the feeling of his cock pressing against me through his shorts.
I unzip my hoodie and throw it on the floor behind me. Instantly I feel his warm rough hands groping my perfect C-size tits. My nipples are still hard- ever since he opened his door. My hips are still being pressed against his cock as his hands fondle my chest. His hands already feel magical. He knows how to knead them just right.