She made the first contact, emailing him after seeing an ad on a personals site. "Married woman looking for fun on the side" Her profile caught his interest as he reviewed her email over and over. Should he contact her back? Should he make the move? Deciding to take a gamble, he does, telling her what he's looking for in a woman. Someone to have some fun with, someone willing to explore their bodies in a wild, hot session.
Seeing her email address, he gets up the courage to Instant Message her. Would she respond? Was it all talk? He hits enter and the IM gets sent. Waiting patiently, nervously, wondering if she'll respond he watches the screen. Ding, the IM window pops up. She answers. On her IM profile, there is a picture of her, she is absolutely gorgeous. Blond hair, gorgeous face, luscious lips, his mind starts wandering immediately. They start talking, learning more and more about each other. The topic soon turns sexual and some of her fantasies and likes/dislikes are revealed. In turn, he reveals some of his finding out that they share many similarities.
Over the next few days, they chat regularly, learning more and more about themselves and each other. Her name is Julie, his is Greg, she's 38, he's 36. She likes to be on top, he likes women on top. Chatting one day, Greg learns that Julie is real estate agent in the same town he lives in. Coincidence? Fate? He's not sure but he wants more and more of her. Driving by a listing she has, he gets her phone number off of her sign. Calling her number, he realizes she's right there in that house. So close, yet so unreachable. Not sure what is happening in his mind, he races home to contemplate his, their, next move.
The days go by, his work schedule, and their "real life" pass the time by. Wanting to meet her so bad, he calls again. The phone rings, and rings, and rings some more. Will she answer? Does she ignore his calls? "Hello, this is Julie, I'm unable to get to the phone right now, please leave your name and number and I'll get back to you shortly." Not wanting to leave a message, he hangs up. He thought about it but not knowing if her husband may check her phone, he doesn't. He doesn't want to ruin a possibly great thing here.
Later that day, Julie calls Greg back. They chat for a bit, nervously at first as every other contact had been online. Their conversation starts to have some sexual overtones, the sexual tension mounts in their voices. Julie asks "Do you want to meet me today? We could meet face to face if you'd like."
Startled, yet thankful she asked, Greg says "Of course I'd like to meet you, I've been waiting for this." They settle on meeting in the shopping center parking lot close to her office.
Greg anxiously awaits Julie to pull into the parking space next to his. "Is this her car?" he says to himself. He watches as this beautiful blond pulls into the space next to him. She looks even better in person than her picture. Unconsciously, his jaw drops as she exits her car and opens the passenger door of his.
"You can stop drooling now, put that tongue back in your mouth or put it to use!" she says. Smiling, he breaks out of it and quickly apologizes for being so blatant about it.
They have some idle chit chat, breaking the ice all over again since it's the first time they've met in person. Then they decide to go for a little drive so as not to attract attention from any of her co-workers. Along the drive to a nearby state park, Julie reveals how horny she's been since she decided to meet. Greg tells her he's been just as horny and hard. Together they just smile at each other with a wanting, lustful manner.
Pulling into the empty parking lot at the state park, Greg backs in to the space closest to the woods edge. He turns the car off leaving just the radio on. Unbuckling their seatbelts, they turn to each other to continue to talk. Greg gets a better view of Julie for the first time. Blond hair, luscious lips, beautiful blue eyes, gorgeous breasts under her button down shirt and a short skirt that barely covers her thighs. He wants her, he wants to kiss her. His mind is just working on overload. Julie is looking back at him, checking him out also for the first time. He has blond hair also, moustache, a polo shirt and loose khaki shorts. She wonders what's in those shorts, will she like it? Will he show it to her?
Sitting there, Greg rests his hand on her thigh as they chat. Slowly moving his hand back and forth on her thigh as the sit and talk. The talk is sexual now, then tension in the air is thick. Julie grabs his hand in hers and leans in to kiss him. Their lips meet, slowly they kiss, sensually, mouths opening up to accept each other's tongue. Greg pulls away slightly, moving to her neck, gently nibbling on her earlobes, kissing her neck, so close to her he can even feel her slight moaning. She reaches up to him pulling his lips back to hers kissing him deeply. Feeling some movement in his shorts, he adjusts in the seat to get more comfortable.
His hands start caressing her sides through her shirt, he can feel the sides of her breasts. Not feeling any bra, he leans back and just gives a big smile. She just looks at him sheepishly and says " It's hot today and I didn't want to feel to confined." No explanation needed as far as Greg was concerned. Greg's hands get back to work, caressing her breasts through her shirt. Julie's hands start to wander also, starting at his shoulders she moves down his chest, caressing him moving all over his body. Her hands drop to his legs, rubbing up and down his thighs. Her fingertips slide under the hem of his shorts, moving from the outside to the inside of his legs.
