After Tony left for work, Kim turned on her computer, checking out erotic story sites that she had been visiting for the past months. She would read various types of stories and if one really turned her on on, she would often masturbate to a climax in front of the her computer. Lately - when she was really frustrated and horny, she had taken to removing her panties so she could access herself more easily.
A couple of months ago she’d read a story that she really liked and for whatever reason, did something she had never even considered doing before. E-mailing the author, telling him how much she had liked the story. They continued to exchange e-mails almost daily. Nothing out of line, but Kim felt this was a safe, exciting way to ‘dally’ with another man. He was a long way off and besides, he didn't even know her last name or where she lived.
Kim opened up her e-mail and saw from her correspondence, Matthew, hadwritten again. He apologized for not writing for a day or so, but explained that he was getting ready for a business trip to Minneapolis, and would be there for about a week, leaving the day after tomorrow. As a result he wouldn't be able to respond to her e-mail as quickly as he normally would.
Kim sat there in a daze for a few minutes. Here was her chance to have a safe affair. Tony was going to be gone for the next ten days, so she could do as she pleased. Did she really want to? She slid her hand down between her thighs and played with herself for a minute, the thoughts of a meeting with the unknown Matthew had her creaming over her fingers in seconds.
Finally, after several agonizing minutes she very timidly wrote back and asked Matt if he would like to meet for a drink? She named a town between Minneapolis and her home town, but close enough that the drive would not be a killer for either of them.
They finally arranged the two of them would meet in the little town Kim had suggested on Friday night about 6:00 pm. Kim gave Matt the name of a nice restaurant after he’d badgered her about a nice place to eat, with him insisting that it couldn't be a Denny's or something similar.
By Friday afternoon Kim was in a tizzy. Although Kim wasn't sure what she was going to do, she called the hospital where she worked and organized time-off for the weekend.
She couldn't decide what to wear, and didn't know how she would respond to Matt. Just have a drink and let it go at that, or did she want something more?
Having carefully showered, she’d shaved herself as closely as she could ensuring there wasn't a single hair anywhere on her body. Then putting on a dress that emphasized the feminine swell of her breasts, her best assets, she viewed the end results in the mirror.
The dress displayed lots of cleavage and had a slit on one side that went a good way up her thigh. She wore a bra, it was just too uncomfortable not to wear one, but decided at the last minute to leave her panties off. Reassuring herself that she had all the options - she could simply have a drink and leave or she could decide to take it a bit further. Dabbing a bit of perfume in her most intimate areas she remembered that Matt had said that perfume was a waste, and that the normal aromas were so much better.
Matt arrived at the Minneapolis airport, rented a car, and received directions to the little town. He’d already made reservations at the hotel where they would be having dinner, but decided to stop at a florist. After looking at several bunches he made a decision, picking dozen yellow calla lilies and dozen deep red roses. He bought one more calla lily, a pink one, and had the florist wrap up a small vase, just large enough for the lilies.
Matt drove to the hotel, checked in, and spent the next half hour arranging the room the way he wanted it, hoping that Kim would decide to spend the night - or maybe even the weekend with him. However, he was afraid that she would decide that he was too old for her and want nothing to do with him.
Matt fussed around the room, changing things over and over, until finally he could stand it no longer. Going down to the entrance of the restaurant he arrived about 15 minutes early, and just stood there - not knowing what else to do.
Arriving at the hotel restaurant a few minutes early, Kim found that Matt was already waiting for her at the entrance. He looked exactly as he’d described himself. About four inches taller than herself, a bit older, but with a nice smile - something he hadn't described.
They had a lovely dinner, with drinks before and wine during. Matt said and did nothing to show her that he wanted her sexually, he also did nothing that showed he didn't either. He was simply being a complete gentleman.
At the end of dinner, after the dessert plates had been cleared away, Matt cleared his throat and said, "I have taken a room at the hotel here. I wanted the evening to be very nice for you, and decided that if I was going to join you in the drinks and wine, I would have to stay here for the night.
“If you would like, we can have an after dinner drink in my room, or we can go into the lounge for a few dances, or perhaps you need to get home?"
Kim didn't think about it for more than a second or two. "Let's go dancing. I haven't been dancing in ages."
The combo in the lounge was playing light jazz, perfect for slow dancing. Matt stood, offered his hand to Kim and suggested that they might enjoy a turn around the room.
When they reached the dance floor, there were only three other couples dancing, but that didn't make any difference to Kim. Glided into his arms, feeling his hand come to rest in the small of her back, she pressed herself against him slightly, enjoying the feeling of her breasts pressing against his chest.
By the end of the dance, his hand had strayed a little further south, resting not so much on her back, as on the top of her buttocks. The tune ended, and Matt gave her buttock a tiny squeeze, and escorted her back to the table.
After another drink and several more dances, Kim found herself firmly pressing herself against Matt, not so much as to make a spectacle of herself, but enough to let him know that she was welcoming his arms, and his hands - which were now gently roaming over her back, down her sides and across her bottom.
They were sitting at their table after having danced for an hour or more, when Matt leaned over and whispered, "I would like to take you up to my room. But if you come with me, you are going to have to agree that I have complete control of your body for as long as you are with me - absolute control."
Kim tried to think of reasons that she couldn't do this. She was married for God's sake. Her husband wanted her to have sex with another man, but with him watching.
She was sick and tired of the lack of attention she was getting at home. She didn't know if she was pretty enough - maybe Matt would be turned off if he saw her naked. Were her breasts were too big? Maybe she was too heavy.
Finally Kim answered quietly, "I agree."
Matt smiled, and leaned over and kissed her on her neck.
"Then to signify your acceptance of what we are about to do, I want you to cum right here. You will slide you hand under your dress, and flick your clit until you cum. You may not move, or make a sound that would indicate to anyone that you are playing with yourself, or having an orgasm."
Kim didn't know what to do. She really wanted to be held and touched by someone, but to actively masturbate in a public room was not something that she had ever even thought of - not in her wildest dreams.
Finally, as though her hand had a mind of it's own, she slipped her hand under her dress - thanking God that she didn't have any panties on - and begin to flick her clit. She looked at Matt, concentrating on him - ignoring the rest of the room, and imagined that he was the one teasing her. His fingers were on her clit - his fingers were penetrating her, stroking the top of her vagina, playing on her clit.
Matt simply watched. his eyes never leaving hers. Finally a rosy hue rose from her chest, up her neck and covered her face. It was the hardest thing she had ever done - not crying out as she trembled and cum deliciously.
They rode up in the elevator, standing side by side, Matt’s arm around her waist, his hand caressing her. She reached down, grasped his hand firmly and lifted it to her breast.
"God I want you."
Matt just smiled and caressed her breast for a moment before the elevator door opened. They walked down to the to his room, and Matt retrieved his hand long enough to unlock the room door.
"Before we enter, you have one more test. I am going to blindfold you, and you will not say or do anything until I tell you that you can."
Kim nodded, her mouth suddenly as dry as the Sahara desert.
Matt took a sleep mask out of his coat pocket, put it over her eyes and slipped the elastic band over her hair so she couldn't see a thing.
Matt opened the door, leading her inside. She could hear the door close behind them. A click told her that the door had been locked and she was led further into the room
She felt Matt behind her - putting his arms around her and kissing her neck. Moving her hair to the side, he kissed her neck, his lips moving up to her earlobe, then back down her neck to the shoulder.
Releasing her, with a whispered warning to just stand still and wait. Kim heard a match strike, and a few moments later Matt was back behind her. Pulling her close he kissed her, his hands running over her body like little butterflies as he unbuttoned her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a bundle around her feet.
Again she felt him against her, his breath on her neck, then his hands unhooking her bra before finding their way to her nipples.
