She approached the house slowly, feeling a mix of excitement and fear. She'd never done this before and she was unsure if it was even a good idea. The house had been easy enough to find. It wasn't even far from her own. That in itself added a little bit of nerves too.
It was a simple enough home in a middle class neighborhood in reasonably good shape. The residents were more concerned about keeping all of their bills paid rather than showing off money. Some homes had carefully tended yards, some didn't. There was the odd car parked in the grass and two or three cars that were old enough to be called classics in various stage of repair.
She stepped up on the porch, more like a deck really, and moved to the door. It opened as she reached it and there was the man she'd never see face to face before, but had found a mutual interest with over the internet. He smiled nervously at her as she approached the door he was now holding.
"Hi" she said, smiling self-consciously.
"Hi, it's nice to see you." He said, looking as nervous as she felt. She wondered if her jitters were showing as plainly as his.
She stepped into the room and found herself face to face with a large puppy of indeterminate breed. A very happy puppy too, ready to give tons of affection to anyone in reach. A hissing noise from another part of the room revealed a cat that clearly thought the dog was a foolish creature.
"Don't mind him," the man said, catching the big pup's collar. "He just loves everybody. I'll still say the person that dumped him was an idiot."
He wrestled the dog through the kitchen and into the back yard. The dog looked a little forlorn, but went out and started carting a deflated soccer ball around.
After closing the door, the man turned and gave his guest a bit more attention. She was the same height as he was. She had a sweet open face and beautiful lips that just begged to be kissed. She had a few extra pounds, just as he'd known from the first time they traded e-mails, but those pounds were in all the right places. She had curves that many women would die for. Her breasts were very large and gave her figure a voluptuous quality that had him catching his breath. Her hair was long, dark blond streaked with brown. He always had a thing for long hair, no matter the color.
For herself, she looked him over just as much. He was brown haired and hazel eyed, which had long been her favorite features in a man's face. He was kind of a stockily built man which made him look a bit shorter than he actually was. But that was just fine with her. His arms and legs were heavily muscled, but not defined like a bodybuilder. She suspected that his appearance was more from heavy work in his past than anything else. The only odd part was his forearms. They seemed to have heavier muscle than his biceps. It almost seemed like he might have Popeye the Sailor's arms instead of what was usually normal.
He caught the look and grinned, "That's what I get for doing medieval reenactment for a few years. Swords take massive forearm strength from the wrist work. It has a tendency to stay with you even after you've retired from the game."
She smiled back at him, "It's fine with me."
He turned away slightly and she noticed that he was showing a bit of an extra bulge in his shorts. They'd been talking in email about a casual sex relationship to help them both with needs they weren't getting elsewhere. But this was the first proof she had that he was interested in going all the way. "I'm not sure where to start. Small talk feels like a delay for what we both want, and jumping right into it almost seems like not caring about anything but getting off." He said quietly.
Taking a deep breath she reached to his cheek and stroked it gently, "Jump in and show me how you care for a woman's needs, and I will do the same for you."
Releasing a held breath he turned and took her into his arms. Pulling her close so that her breast pressed hard against him, he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was all she had hoped for, long, slow, deep and so intense that it only ended when they both ran out of air. His hands were now stroking her back as he leaned in to continue the kiss. She became aware of his hardness pressing on her thigh and felt her own arousal begin in earnest.
Breaking away from the kiss, he trailed one hand gently across her breast. Still under her blouse and bra, her nipple hardened and she gasped with the surprising intensity of the feeling. It had been a long time since she had felt that rush from someone's touch.
Taking her hand, he led her through the garage and down the stairs to the basement. It was finished in white with a cream colored carpet. It was also somewhat cluttered with two desks and a table, plus assorted odds and ends. There was also a corner that had several pillows and blankets and a small mattress. It was to this corner that he led her.
