Fuucckk!! What are you doing???!"
That's what she kept thinking, over and over, as she made the 3 hour drive to his town.
"God damnit!" is what she said as she slammed her hands on the steering wheel. Another wave of heat was coming over her, making her clammy and nauseous.
Meeting the person you've spoken with online for 15 years for the first time can be nerve wracking. Meeting the person you've managed to have a fulfilling, sex fueled, illicit affair with online is damn near debilitating it seems.
"You're fine. It's fine. You want this. You've dreamed about this. It's fine, get a grip," she said out loud, to herself.
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Her marriage had fallen apart 6 months ago. Despite trying her best, they just couldn't manage anymore. So the time had come where, after some major adjustments, she felt the time was right to pursue the relationship that had eluded her for a long time. And if we're being honest, was a big part of the reason her marriage broke up. No trust. Resentment. Anger.
So it was her weekend without the kids, and a quick text message to let him know she was free was all it took. He was down to meet whenever, wherever.
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"Oh god," she thought, as another wave of nausea passed over her. She'd purchased a brand new lingerie set to wear and seriously worried if at this point the panties would be soaked in anticipation or sweat, or both.
In addition to losing the extra 250lbs that was her husband, she'd also lost quite a bit of weight (53 pounds to be exact) and was still coming to terms with her new body.
She is 5'7"...has long, wavy, dark brown hair. Her eyes are brown, but she'd tell anyone who would listen that they're hazel (and they could be, if she was wearing green). A pretty, pouty mouth and perfect teeth. A strong nose that she'll tell you is too big, but she got it from her daddy so she keeps it. She has clear skin that tans easily in the summer, a few freckles. After working on losing the weight, she's been left with fat thighs, a fat ass, and a defined waist. Her full breasts are not what they once were 10 years ago, but they still sit up nice and provide a hefty handful.
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As she drove, she imagined what he would look like in person. She'd seen plenty of pictures of course...he had dark brown hair that he let get a little too long for her liking. She hoped he had it short for their meeting. He has what some people refer to as a "shit eating grin," that she can easily picture when she closes her eyes.
She wondered what he would wear...probably a casual straight leg jean, with a button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and some sort of trendy shoes.
She had a hard time dressing herself for this occasion. Would a dress be too on the nose? But jeans aren't comfortable for a 3 hour car ride. Yoga pants are too casual. She eventually decided on a pretty, floral sundress. She took her time with her hair and make up, shaved every inch that should be shaved. She made sure to wear the perfume she'd always mentioned that she loved.
"In 1 mile take exit 27," her phone said to her.
This was it. She'd agreed to meet him publicly in the parking lot of a shopping center, right off of exit 27. In just a few minutes she'd be able to look him in the eyes for the first time.
She drove around for a few minutes, looking for the book store he was familiar with - this was his town, after all. She prayed that she would be here first, but her heart rate increased ten fold when she spotted his car, and then him. He was out of the car, leaning against the trunk. And there was that grin.
Butterflies, nausea, and topsy turvy belly feelings made her really think she was gonna throw up this time. She blasted the AC for a moment before pulling into a spot near him and putting the car in park.
She lifted her sunglasses to the top of her head. Crap. Her face was flushed, more than her make up could have possibly disguised. Oh well, she thought. She got out of the car and he was already there at her side.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he said.
Her eyes widened, "Oh god, is it that bad??" she asked.
"You are so fucking pretty. Come here," he said.
She stepped toward him and he reached up to cup her face in his hands as he brought her in for a kiss.
Their first kiss!
She melted into him, savoring the way his lips tasted her with an urgency she reciprocated. It was a slow, demanding, elegant dance between two mouths who knew each other, but had not met until now. He tasted exactly as she had imagined...like Red Bull, spearmint, and a slight hint of cigarettes.
She felt dizzy with all of the sensations - his breath in her mouth, his scent in her nose, his hands (!) finally touching her.
He pulled away, looked at her - really studied her for a moment. He asked, "how are you?" "I...I think I'm ok," she replied. They both smiled, he leaned in to kiss her again - just as intensely as the first.
He pulled away again and she looked down, noticing the very obvious bulge in his jeans.
He said, "I really like this dress you have on. Did you pick it out just to wear for me?"
"No," she replied. "I had the dress. But I did pick out the panties for you. Wanna guess what color they are?"
"No, I want you to show them to me," he said.
She raised an eyebrow. "Here? In this parking lot?" she asked.
"Yes pretty girl, right here. I want you to lift your dress up just enough for me to see what color panties you thought I'd like."
She glanced around their surroundings, and saw a couple with a small child walking a few feet away.
"No way," she said with a smile. "Not here."
He reached around her and opened the back passenger side door of her car, effectively creating a barrier from nosy eyes. She grinned at him and slowly lifted one corner of her hem.
He was treated to the sight of her smooth tan thigh leading the way to a pair of lacy white panties.
"White?" he asked, as he moved closer to her, pressing her against the car as he slid just his fingertips down the outside of her thigh. He watched as he saw the goose bumps rise up on her skin.
She said, "yes, white for virgin innocence. You know me." They both laughed.
He stepped even closer, she could feel his hard cock pressing into her through his jeans. He kissed her again, briefly, before whispering in her ear, "tell me how wet you are," while his hand that had been tracing down her leg squeezed her thigh, tightly - almost painfully.
She sucked in a breath, kept herself from moaning out loud and replied to him, "I want you to feel for yourself." Her leg came up and around his hip as she opened herself for him. He held her leg there and reached between them to feel her.
The heat between her legs was unmistakable. He started by sliding his thumb over her panties, right along her slit. He tucked two fingers beneath the material, and instantly his hand was a mess. He should have known better - he did know better, and he loved it.
He slid his fingers across her clit once, two times just to watch her face. He kissed her, he wanted his mouth on hers when he shoved his two fingers deep inside of her. He felt her cry out and he was thisclose to cumming without even being touched yet. He played with her pussy for a few moments, alternating kissing her and watching her emotions written clearly across her face.
He removed his hand from her panties and looked at his fingers...they were covered in her clear, sweet pussy juice. It was something they'd talked about too many times to count...she immediately opened her mouth to clean them off. She loved to taste herself, and he watched as she showed him her tongue, covered in the silky liquid. He leaned in to kiss her, to taste her. She tasted...clean, salty and sweet, the way a woman should.
He knew they were going to have to take this further. They hadn't discussed anything more than meeting here but he'd already booked and checked into a hotel on the other side of the shopping center. He wasn't sure how to ask her, but his mind was made up when he felt her hand on him...grabbing his cock, doing her best to make sure he felt her through his jeans.
She playfully whimpered, "it isn't fair." He was skeptical. He asked what she meant. She leaned up to his ear and whispered, "I want to taste me on your cock."
He roughly grabbed her wrist, not to hurt her but to command her attention. He told her to grab her stuff, quickly. She turned around and leaned into her car to grab her purse and her keys.
He gripped her hips from behind, enjoying the view and taking the opportunity to grind into her a little bit. She leaned up and turned to kiss him.
"Where are we going?"
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