Her girlfriend had to convince her to put her profile on the dating site. She didn’t believe in them.
“Nothing but losers and perverts on there”, she had told Monica. She really believed that a woman would have to be desperate to meet a man online.
“Well”, Monica said, “It has been a while since you had a date, not to mention sex, right?” It had been a while, too long. She was even at the point of calling it “involuntary celibacy”. If only she could find someone real, a man she could be comfortable sharing her wild sensual side with.
“Right about now”, she told Monica, “you are starting to look pretty good.” Both women laughed knowingly. They had explored the girl-girl thing occasionally but each preferred men when it came right down to it.
“So how does the online thingy work?” 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 ‘matches’.
That was how she came to put her profile on the latest hot website, which promised ‘thousands’ 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.
“I 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!”
Well Mr. Man, that pretty much describes me,
she thought to herself.
Let’s 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.