Friends tell me the online dating services have improved vastly over the past couple of years, so I should stop sitting home fantasizing my life away, and give it a try. I just divorced after two decades of monotony and torment, so I'm raring to get out and live a little. I figure I've nothing to lose, so I register, write my profile, and sit back and wait.
Within a few days I'm receiving one exciting email after another. I begin my "screening process" by first eliminating those who appear illiterate (I was married to one of them...not interested in another!). Then I chuck out those without pics (chances are they're miserably married!). Next I dismiss those that are more than 30 miles from my neighborhood, and finally I dump anyone who claims they're interested in a "long term relationship".
After whittling down the group, I have a handful remaining that I optimistically send responses to. After a few emails back and forth to these "candidates", then a few phone calls, I enthusiastically pick you! We agree to meet at an Italian restaurant off the Allentown exit of the Northeast Extension for a bite and a few drinks.
It's a sultry night in mid-July so I wear a sleeveless sundress made of cotton. It's black with a slit up the left leg, and the material has just enough spandex in it to make it very "fitting" to my body, but not slutty-tight. I wear my favorite high spiked black heels with a garter and stockings...no bra, it's too hot!
As I walk from my car to the door of the restaurant I see you sitting on the park bench in the front. You look just like your picture, and that's a good thing! You stand immediately and the smile on your face says you're as pleased as I am. We give each other a small peck on the lips and head inside.
As we're eating our meal, drinking our beers, and sneaking glances at each others bodies when the chance arises, we talk about everything from our childhood memories to our failed marriages, then onto sex. We both feel amazingly free and comfortable with each other, so the conversation flows easily from what we like, to what we don't like, to what we'd still love to try.
Before long I feel the need to drag you out of this fine establishment and fuck your brains out, but being newly divorced and afraid of STD's, I decide against it. We talk a little longer and it becomes apparent that you too are thinking the same dirty thoughts, and I'm guessing your pants are beginning to bulge in the front. The issue of STD's comes up, and, being new at this dating game, we both agree that safe sex is the only option when you're with a total stranger.
As we decide enough is enough, we pay our bill and head out to the parking lot. You walk me to my car and before I realize what's happening, your tongue is dancing in my mouth, and I am enjoying it! I pull back for a breath and you reach for my car door and open it for me. You lean in and push the automatic lock so that the passenger side is now accessible, and after a light tap to my ass, you scoot around to the other side of the car and get in.
Once inside we are lost in each other arms, and neither can stop themselves from the touching, kissing, lusting and needing. Our hands roam from our faces, to our chests, to our groins, never hesitating or doubting the rightness of our movements.
I lean back to rest for a minute and lazily throw my right leg across your lap. You look down and place your right hand on my ankle, then lightly caress my foot while still in the high spiked heel. Your hand slowly moves up my shin and you comment on the soft silkiness of my Wolford stockings. As your hand travels to my knee, I shift somewhat in my seat, pretending to make myself more comfortable, but really ensuring that my secret spot is clearly reachable, should you decide to go there. Your hand seems to have traveled this road many times. Knowing every curve and vulnerable spot, it slides effortlessly from one erogenous area to another. My breaths are deepening and I'm feeling a wetness that will soon become obvious to you.
