By an amazing coincidence, they both lived in the same city. They had been talking online for almost a year. It was a relationship that developed slowly, over time, and a trust had formed between them. A very important trust, given that they were both married.
What started as innocent flirting through a message board, posting some "naughty" pics of each other, turned to private messaging. Eventually it turned to Skype calls and then playing - masturbating - for each others' viewing pleasure. The internet version of the old school "Phone Sex"
They both had the luxury of working from home and their respective spouses were out of the house often. He got so turned on hearing her voice in his ear and watching her face while he helped her cum, either by directing her actions with her hands, her toy, or controlling her remote vibrator. She loved to be teased and he loved teasing her even more. Countless times he came with her, covering his desktop with his thick and creamy white ribbons.
Today though, they were meeting in the flesh.
But, Covid.
If not for Covid they probably would have met sooner, and had some passionate and adventurous sex in a hotel room, or any place they could find that was private. Enjoy all of the wonderful things they desired but were not getting at home.
It was her that came up with the idea of meeting initially.
"I want to see you in person," she said earlier this week, after playing on Skype.
"I would like nothing more" he said. "But I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you."
"I know," she pouted. "Me neither. But, that might be fun in itself," she said, grinning.
He thought about it for all of three seconds and nodded in agreement.
"Friday?" he asked. "I'd love to pick you up but.."
"Yes, Covid. I know!" she said. "Friday," she replied, nodding. "I can meet you there. Wait - Where are we going?"
"How about a trail?" he asked.
"Oh fuck yes!" she replied.
"There's one on Moodie..." they both said together, and laughed.
"The one with the bridges?" she asked.
"Yes. Jack Pine Trail," he replied.
"Noon?" she asked.
"Perfect," he agreed.
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The three day wait was excruciating. The texting didn't help matters, both of them sending pics and videos and telling each other how anxious they were for this meeting. They had even agreed not to play until then. Bets are off if the spouses wanted to have sex but that wasn't likely to happen. That's part of the reason they found each other in the first place.
"Dead Bedrooms" some people online called it. While theirs weren't completely dead, it did lack enthusiasm. Both of their situations were very similar. They'd have sex periodically, and while it was enjoyable, it was the same thing every time. They both longed for something more adventurous. There was no oral in his house, and she was never the recipient in hers.
"God I want a man's tongue down there - YOUR tongue!" she had said many times when playing with him on Skype. And she loved hearing him tell her how he'd kiss and lick her there while they were playing. Just thinking about tasting her made him drip.
It was a very warm day in April. Much warmer than normal for this northern climate. Just over 20 degree celsius with a gentle breeze. He wore a pair of loose khakis and a polo.
He pulled his SUV into the trail parking lot. There was only one other car there and it suddenly dawned on him that he didn't even know what she drove. He pulled up near it but saw it was empty.
He got out and opened the hatch. He took out his backpack, full of goodies for their date. A blanket, a bottle of wine, baguette, olives, and a variety of cheeses and salamis. Also packed was two fluffy pillows to sit on, or anything else they chose to do on them.
He was just closing the hatch when another car pulled in. He watched as the driver pulled up beside him. It was her.
He recognized the blonde hair and the smile immediately. He could not wait for her to get out the car.
"Hi," she said, emerging from her car.
"Hi," he said, drinking her in.
She was dressed in charcoal yoga pants and a form fitting t-shirt. She was everything he thought she would be, and more. She stood about 5'5", as he thought. She said she had a 'mom bod' but he loved every inch of it. She looked great. Her hair. Her eyes. It was all so real. He could actually reach out and touch her.
But, Covid.
"I want to pin you up against that car and kiss you so badly..." he said.
"Oh fuck, I know," she said, breathing deeply.
He held out a bottle of sanitizer. She held out her hands. He dribbled some sanitizer in her palm and she rubbed it into both hands, while he did the same.
He held out his hand to her.
"I don't know if I could stop at that," she said.
"I know," he replied. "But do it."
She reached her hand forward and placed it in his. It was like an electric shock. In two seconds it ran from her - their - fingers, through their arms and right to their groin.
"Jesus Christ," he said.
"I know," she replied.
"Okay. Let's maintain control, and thoroughly enjoy what we can," he said.
She just nodded.
"What are we doing?" she asked.
