Her girlfriend had to convince her to put her profile on the dating site. She didnât believe in them.
âNothing but losers and perverts on thereâ, she had told Monica. She really believed that a woman would have to be desperate to meet a man online.
âWellâ, Monica said, âIt has been a while since you had a date, not to mention sex, right?â It had been a while, too long. She was even at the point of calling it âinvoluntary celibacyâ. If only she could find someone real, a man she could be comfortable sharing her wild sensual side with.
âRight about nowâ, she told Monica, âyou are starting to look pretty good.â Both women laughed knowingly. They had explored the girl-girl thing occasionally but each preferred men when it came right down to it.
âSo how does the online thingy work?â she asked. Monica said all she had to do was put in a little info about her and what she was looking for and the system would pick several potential âmatchesâ.
That was how she came to put her profile on the latest hot website, which promised âthousandsâ of eligible men just waiting to meet her. When she opened her email a couple days later there they were, her matches. She scanned the pictures kind of skeptically. One caught her eye and she kept coming back to it. He had a shaved head, a brilliant smile and was dressed all in black, probably at some type of evening event. He was tall and big like she liked her men but it was what he wrote under what he was looking for that really drew her to him.
âI like women who are comfortable with themselves and not overly concerned with what others think. Intelligent, spiritual, independent, attractive, sensual, open-minded and adventurous is my `type`. Please be in love with life and willing to live it to the fullest. The more unconventional the better. I must admit a weakness for tall, sexy women with tattoos, piercings, and pretty feet!â
Well Mr. Man, that pretty much describes me,
she thought to herself.
Letâs see how you handle a woman who knows what she wants.
She wrote him a brief reply and attached her profile to it.
I read your profile and liked what you had to say...who wouldn't, you ask? The things that stuck out most for me was that you say what you mean and do what you say. I am a professional communicator, I'm a mediator, and so I'm no Yes Woman.
I live close by, and am a little older (you aren't scared of older women, are you?). I work out with a trainer (so I really work out) three days a week and swim three days a week so I'm in shape...wanna lift with me?
I'm the LAKERS fairest weather fan, so you know what I'm thinking about them about now. I enjoy anything involving water, swimming, boating, and beach. As far as great sex...I'm like Barry White, "I've had my share of lovers, some were damn good, but if you think you can turn me out, then baby I wish that you would".
My life is good. Business is going well...just wish I could say, "Honey, guess what happened today".
Hope I gave you enough to come by for a look. If not, oh well. Have a great one!
That was enough to get the conversation started and now after chatting online and on the phone for a couple weeks, they were finally going to meet. The conversations had progressed from small talk at first to light phone sex and there seemed to be a connection developing. She thought Joseph might just be the guy she had been searching for and the anticipation was getting the better of her. She kept changing her mind about what to wear, make or no make-up, how to style her hair?
I wonder if he is going through anything like this?
she thought. Probably not, because its so easy being a guy.
Finally she was ready. She was dressed in a long black suit coat with a miniskirt, and a sheer silk blouse, which was unbuttoned to show just a hit of her ample cleavage. Underneath were her latest acquisitions from Victoria's Secret, lavender half-bra, the lace just underneath her dark, round, nipples and a matching thong.
No panty lines tonight,
she mused. In fact she sometimes went without panties at all but she was afraid that in her excitement tonight her already damp pussy would soak through her skirt. She had also chosen black stockings, and black high, very high, ankle strap shoes with her toes out.
Just for you, Mr. Pretty feet,
she thought. Standing 5'7" as it was, with the high heels her legs looked like they were five feet long as she checked herself out in the full-length mirror. She had left her hair down, straight, with a flip on the ends. Her darkly outlined eyes and ruby lips completed the outfit, along with a bright, flirtatious smile.
They had agreed to meet at the latest trendy restaurant, EuroChow, and she made sure to arrive about ten minutes late hoping he would be there, waiting.
Damn, does every woman in here have on black?
she thought to herself as she stepped in the bar area. Scanning the room she saw him at a table near the back. He had on gray slacks and a black blazer with a silk t-shirt that really showed off his chest. The brilliant smile was there but the thing that struck her most was his eyes. They seemed to be able to see so deep into her that she almost felt naked. There was so much intensity that she could feel her nipples harden without even being touched.
âHello, Iâm Josephâ he said standing to pull out her chair.
âGlad to finally meet youâ.
They shared small talk for what seemed like hours, over apple martinis. All she could think of was what was to come next, somewhere more intimate. After tonight, there would be no more involuntary celibacy. She was sure of that. Time to make a move.
âI have some champagne chilling at homeâ, she said as she looked deep into those dangerous eyes.
âDo you promise not to attack me?â Joseph asked.
âNo can do,â she responded, âTonight youâre mine.â
He paid the check and as they waited for the valet to bring their cars she stepped into his arms and kissed him. She felt the electricity flow through her body as their lips met and his tongue sought hers. Once again her nipples grew hard and now she could feel the dampness of her thong.
Finally the cars came and he fell in behind her, following her to her condo. As soon as they were inside, they picked up where they left off. Without so much as a word they came together. His arms encircled her waist as she lifted her lips to his. The kiss was warm and wet and she let out an audible moan.
âGod you taste good. I want you so much.â She could feel the fire rush through her body.
His hands began to slowly rub up and down her back, as her hands found their way to his ass and she gave him a quick and friendly squeeze of welcome. Her hands moved to pull his t-shirt over his head, eager to expose his flesh.