He had blacked out his eyes in the photo. I didn't blame him, who wants to be identified on a internet dating site? Especially one dedicated to one night stands with complete strangers. I managed to find a photo of me that both titillates and keeps my face concealed - a shot of me from the back wearing a black tank top, my hand caressing my neck, hips swayed. Sexy, classic, and tasteful. Most guys message me and say "Turn around!" I only respond to the interesting ones, like this guy. In his photo he is in a lake somewhere swimming, pushing himself up out of the water onto a dock. Muscular, young, and so totally hot.
After some back and forth emails and chatting online I discover he works for a national skateboard supply company that has stores in every shopping mall across the country. He travels a lot. He wants to talk on the phone so I give him my number. And then we arrange to meet.
He shows up one sunny summer afternoon at my door. He is hot. Dark hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and lips you just want to suck on. He comes in. We open a bottle of wine and sit out on the back porch. Chatting. It's strange, but we are totally hitting it off. The conversation is natural and I would totally hang out with this guy all the time.
Our glasses are empty and we go in for refills but we both know we don't want wine. We want to get naked, and fast. At the kitchen counter we put our glasses down and I turn around, put my arms around his neck and start kissing his beautiful mouth, licking him, sucking on his lips, searching his mouth for his tongue. He lowers his hands to my ass and presses me against his cock, sliding his hands to cup each cheek. Fuck I need these clothes off!