Author's note: A reader enjoyed my treatment of stories based on the experience of others and asked me to write about her. This is her story.
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Craving for Love and Sex
The nymph inside is released
"Well Jane, are you ready to try the dating scene?" my best friend, June inquired. I took a sip of wine and reflected on how dealing with a divorce is not easy even though it was something mutually desired. Shortly after my marriage, my husband and I realized it was a mistake. Ironically, it was June who tried to tell me that Russ was not the man for me. I had dated him through high school and I guess we got married because it was expected plus many of our other friends were getting married.
"I'm thinking about it."
"What is your issue?"
"I haven't dated anyone else and I don't know what to do."
"Let me guess, you're scared too."
"That pretty well describes it. I'm not into the bar scene and my social world is rather limited. Most of the people I know are married. What do you recommend?"
"I think you should try the online dating services. They aren't too expensive and some are even free."
The more I thought about it the more I warmed up to the idea. We discussed the various dating sites and then settled on the free one. The next problem was the profile. June and I kicked that around and fortunately a close friend can provide some good insight. She also suggested that it would best be accomplished with a good glass of wine. She asked me the one critical question that made me ponder. Do I want to date, or have a relationship, or am I looking for marriage. I decided on a relationship that would hopefully lead to marriage.
That evening with a large glass of dry white wine in hand, I a sat down and signed up on the dating site. I was so glad that June had helped me with ideas for the profile. Once I was satisfied with my efforts, I called her and read what I had written. After some tweaking, and with June's approval, I hit the submit button and entered into the world of online dating.
I was amazed at the number of responses and quickly learned that guys lie; especially about their looks. When I would talk on the phone before agreeing to meet in person, I would make it plain that I expected them to look like their photo or I would just turn around and walk. That stopped many a conversation and saved me a lot of time and effort.
A few months went by and I met some nice guys but none that had the chemistry I was looking for. I was beginning to be discouraged and was just about ready to put my profile on hold when I saw a photo of a man that made my heart stop. He had the face and features I had envisioned since the very beginning.
I quickly read his profile and now my heart was racing. I read it again to make sure and prayed that this wasn't too good to be true. I dashed of a message and waited anxiously for his reply.
Luck was with me and he responded a few hours later. He liked my profile and provided his phone number if I cared to call. I noticed he was still online so I took a deep breath and dialed his number. I have to admit, he had me with "Hello." His rich baritone voice was music to my ear. Why I felt flushed and hot I don't know but my heart was pounding hard. Fortunately I recovered my composure and said, "Hello Neil." Looking back, that was the moment that changed my life.
We chatted about our profile and desires, our history and how we came
to
be on that dating web site. It seems his wife decided to take up residence with her personal trainer. We both laughed as we shared some of the horror stories in our dating adventures. Talking with Neil was so easy that I felt very comfortable. Here was a man that could actually communicate and express himself in complete and intelligent sentences. We talked for a couple of hours and set a meeting date for tomorrow before finally ringing off.
I felt like a school girl with a crush the rest of the evening. I kept hoping and praying that he wasn't too good to be true. That night in bed I did something I had not done in years: I had a fantasy about him. I thought about his looks and his sensual voice and much to my surprise I felt a sensation between my legs that I had not felt for a long time. I can't remember the last time I masturbated but it felt so pleasing and natural. My hand instinctively moved down to my pussy and when I felt how wet it was I was turned on even more.
My climax was a welcomed relief to the sexual tension I had been repressing. I moaned so loudly I wondered if the neighbors heard it. I was savoring the sensation of a glorious orgasm when I was suddenly jolted with the realism that I really don't have much sexual experience. My ex only did the missionary position and it was infrequent at best. He rebuffed my attempts for sex and for the longest time I thought it was something I had done. Happily, my friend June set me straight but still I hoped Neil would be patient and a good teacher. I would love to be his student. Provided, that he is the right one and not a player.
I bounced out of bed the next morning with a spring in my step. Hope filled my heart as I started my day. Some of my co-workers noticed that something was different and I hoped that after tonight a lot would be different. I tried my best to keep as busy as possible and happily that strategy succeeded. The day breezed by. I hurried home and hit the shower. For some reason the shower spray against my breasts and pussy felt more sensual. Fortunately I had a time schedule to meet so I couldn't linger and repeat the action from last night.
During the day at work, I thought about what I would wear for my dinner date with Neil. I put on a nice lace bra that wouldn't show through my sweater. I don't own a thong, yet, but I do have a pretty bikini brief. I debated all day about a skirt or slacks and decided on slacks. I did the mirror check, wished myself luck, and headed to the restaurant.
Neil was waiting at the table with a single red rose. He stood up and took my hand. I swear I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. I think he felt it too because at the same instant he had a look of surprise. He was every bit as handsome as his profile picture. I looked up into his grey eyes and wanted to run my fingers through his dark wavy hair. "Down girl," I kept repeating to myself. "Relax."
We ordered dinner and he let me choose the wine. We both preferred dry and I played it safe by just ordering wine by the glass. Everything was going as I hoped. He dressed well, spoke intelligently, was a good listener, and most importantly, he looked at me and not around the room. I loved his outlook on life and the way he could make me smile and laugh. I can't remember a more enjoyable evening.
Dinner ended and we were faced with that awkward part of the first date: how to say good bye. At first we just shook hands and then he took me into his arms and hugged me tightly. I was thrilled to wrap my arms around him and melt into his arms. We stayed embraced for a long time and he took that opportunity to give me a quick kiss on my forehead. He held me so tightly I was sure I could feel his erection. My heart was really racing after we separated and I got into my car.
"I'll call you later," he said.
Oh, oh, I've heard that line before. "That would be great," was all I could stammer out. I tried not to show any disappointment but my heart sank because I thought tonight had gone so well.
