They met on line. He answered her ad. Both were in their forties, both had been divorced within the last year or so.
Their spouses had left for other, younger partners. Both had active imaginations and both had gone without much, or any, sex for years prior to their divorces.
She had answered his email, one of dozens she received answering her ad, and one of only six that she answered.
Soon they were corresponding daily, which led to phone calls, then one night they talked nearly the whole night away after a very satisfying phone sex session.
She continued to correspond with others, including a couple and a single woman. But he was the one that she wanted to meet now.
She had some very erotic and sometimes very kinky phone sex encounters with him, but most of the phone calls were just about mundane get-to-know-you things.
He was actually quite shy and, especially at first, had to be drawn out, often stumbling over words, but very likable.
In fact she came to really like him. She realized that he was looking for sex, but also was open for a relationship, something most of the others weren't willing to consider.
She wasn't sure she wanted to be tied down to any one person, but she felt so comfortable talking to him that it might be a possibility with him.
On the other hand, after her divorce she had sort of looked forward to sowing some wild oats. She wondered if he felt the same way, or if he would be bothered if she saw others.
He had sounded enthusiastic about anything sexual that they talked or fantasized about, she felt that he, if properly encouraged, would be open to her wildest fantasies.
And she had harbored some pretty wild fantasies, and had kept them hidden for too long.
Eventually they agreed to meet. He only lived about an hour away, he said that it was actually not far out of the way from his route to and from work.
He knew that there were others that answered her ad, she didn't explicitly tell him so, but there was an unspoken understanding that others had answered her ad and that she was communicating with them still.
She didn't know if he was in contact with others or not, she suspected not. While both of them had dated others since their divorces, neither had sex with anyone else.
Soon the day came, they met at chain restaurant, had wonderful time together, lost track of time and were both late getting back to work after lunch.
She emailed him as soon as she was back at her desk, and suggested that they carry it a bit further, and meet for drinks and dinner.
He agreed and the following week on Friday evening right on time his car appeared in her driveway, he walked to the door, and rang the doorbell.
They had a wonderful time, until dessert, when both got nervous, both wondering how things would work out at the end of the evening.
Both wanted to spend more time together, and were horny as could be, but were worried that the other wasn't as ready to continue as they were.
Finally the meal was over and he drove her home. It was quiet on the drive. Both nervous.
"I have had a wonderful time," she said as they drove up to her house.
He was thinking that maybe that was a cue that it was wonderful, but over.
"Got to quit thinking negative thoughts," he thought to himself.
"Got to quit talking to myself in my head, might do it out loud by accident."
He mentally shrugged figuring what would happen would happen.
"I have too." He answered.
"Would you like to come in for a drink, coffee, or just to talk?"
"A glass of water would be great."
"Pull into the driveway, I've got my garage door opener here," she said as she rummaged in her purse, pulling out the control then pointing and pushing the button.
"It might start raining again before you leave," she explained with a smile.
"And it will keep nosy neighbors from wondering about a strange car." She thought to herself.
He pulled in and she shut the garage door, giving him a nervous grin as they got out.
She fumbled with her keys, was so nervous that she dropped them as she tried to open the door to the house.
They entered a large kitchen and she pointed out the cabinet where he could find glasses and explained that she had to use the bathroom.
He filled up two glasses of ice-water from the door dispenser and found his way to the living room, putting them on an end table and sitting in an easy chair.
She stuck her head round the corner and pointed out the guest bathroom, "in case you want to freshen up."
A few minutes later he returned with his face scrubbed clean and feeling much better.
She was sitting in the middle of the large couch and he saw that both glasses had been moved to the coffee table in front of the couch. "I'm going to take you up on the foot rub offer."
He sat down at the end of the couch and she placed her feet in his lap. She was relaxed against the other arm of the couch.
He got a glimpse of some inner thigh before she smoothed her skirt down laughingly cautioning him against peeking.
She had her shoes off and he realized that she had also removed her hose. He slowly began a foot rub as she leaned back with appreciative sigh.
"I know those shoes look good, I like they way they look myself, but they aren't comfortable for more than a few minutes."
"They do look good," he said as he recalled the high heels she had been wearing, noticing them discarded under the coffee table.
"I'm sure every guy in the restaurant was thanking you for wearing them," he chuckled.
"I'm no femme fatal, but I do like to dress up, I've always thought that if you think you're sexy, then you are."
"There's a lot to be said for that," he commented, then continued, "So how was the first date since your divorce?"
"How was yours?" she rejoined, "Mmmmmmm don't stop with the feet."
"I enjoyed myself, it seemed like you did too," taking her foot back in his hand he pressed his thumb along the arch, eliciting another groan.
"It's been 20 years since I took a girl out on a first date," he continued, "back then I was so nervous I would make myself sick with worry."
"I hope you weren't that way tonight."
"No tonight I just enjoyed myself, guess that's what getting older does for you."
"Pretty much the same for me, but I did sweat the details with choosing what to wear and my makeup, but once you drove up I was just grinning too much to worry." she said.
She went on,"I guess that I shouldn't be telling you that at this stage, supposedly I should to keep you guessing."
"Well that seems to have been the way it was back in college" he said as he pulled on her big toe, "but you don't seem to be following the rules."
"I think we're both old enough to be fed up with game playing." she answered.
She pulled her legs back, giving him a playful nudge with her heel as she did, then pulling her legs under her pleated skirt.
"After all, we're both in our forties, with a few extra pounds on us and a lot of miles behind us."
