Not quite sure how it happened, but somehow I became one of those pathetic guys in a sexless marriage. Sex was at least 2 years back, and the last blowjob I got was several years before that. So, out of a desperate need to feel wanted again, I turned to an on-line chat site, and in particular, a site where unhappy married people hang out. I soon started chatting with Emily. I didn't post a profile picture, but hers was a close-up of just her mouth. She had this big gorgeous smile, beautiful teeth, and cheekbones that just screamed to be used. We had a lot in common, and the chats quickly turned slutty. We chatted about everything. She didn't mind at all that I have an average-sized dick (at best!!), and seemed amused at how many times a week I could masturbate. She described in detail her favorite positions (edge of bed with feet up and doggie), and told me all about her collection of pussy toys. She claimed to like the taste of cum, but I suspect she was just trying to arouse me
After many chats we finally exchanged pictures. I'm 5-10, and was about 200 pounds, and really self conscious about my weight. She, on the other hand, is unbelievably hot. She's about 5-4, 115, dark brown hair, and just a perfectly shaped body. In her picture she was wearing really tight blue jeans and a loose, white peasant top. The shirt hung perfectly off her large perky breasts, and I could make out just a bit of her nipple poking through her bra. Her jeans rode low on her hips, with the top of her panties showing. The front of the jeans fit tightly against her groin, showing off her flat stomach. Even fully clothed, the slight curve of her mound was visible. Now, I was already weirded-out about my looks and age, and on seeing how perfect she was, a wave of painful dread slammed into me. There was just no way that this hot young woman would want to continue our chats, let alone ever meet in person.
So, right after seeing her picture, I quickly wrote her a message, and honestly told her how I felt. I went on to tell her that seeing how hot she was really motivated me to want to get back to my preferred weight, which is about 175. I went even further, and asked to meet her in person, but promised that all my clothes would have to stay on until I got down to 175. Yeah, I know it sounds pathetic and desperate, but I made the email as funny as I could, and surprisingly, she responded almost immediately.
We got together that same night for dinner (I had salad with no-fat dressing) and a comedy club (Lite beer only). She was so fun and even hotter in person. Her body was not only perfect, but she moved like a dancer. She effortlessly got in and out of her car; she could kneel with both legs behind her on the chair; and she bent down without flexing her legs to pick up a lost quarter. Just perfect. She had a physical confidence about her, and when she walked, every guys' eyes was drawn to her butt. We had a great time, and ended the night with a very short, quick kiss.
By the time I got home, she had already sent a message that she wanted to get together again, and apologized for not giving me a longer kiss. She said I was the first guy she had met in person from this site, and she wanted to follow through with some for her fantasies. Yeah, that surprised me, too.
We got together again about a week later. Just dinner this time, at a nice little place close to my apartment. I live away from home during the week, and have a small apartment that is walking distance from where I work. I've had the apartment for almost a year, and up to this point, the walls have only witnessed solo-sex!
Dinner went great. She was so much fun to talk to, and I loved the way the waiters and busboys kept finding excuses to come by and look at her face and breasts. And she was such a flirt. She would catch them looking at her, and she would just give them a quick, hot smile, and flick her hair back. Then they would look at me, and I know they were wondering how someone like her could ever consider fucking someone like me. I was tempted just to blurt out "I'm hung," but I'd already confessed my true, rather diminutive size!! At one point, she dropped her fork, and she leaned over to pick it up. As she was fully bent, he jeans slid down to show the top inch or so of her panties, and the top of her butt was clearly visible. I thought the guy next to us was going to explode from envy. Even though he was with a very pretty girl, Emily was way hotter.
After dinner we went to the lounge, and found a quiet table at the back. We order a couple sweet after dinner drinks, and continue talking. Within a minute, the conversation turns to sex. She tells me again some of the things she liked to do, and some fantasies about things she has not yet done. She talked mostly about her oral experiences, both giving and getting. She seemed to be really experienced and open with her blowjobs, and has done several guys in lots of places and with really great endings. She's even blown a guy on a ski lift!! (His cum froze in her hair and she had to go to the lodge to thaw it out!!) But,. She's mostly gotten eaten as a prelude to penetration, but really wants to be totally taken orally. Her fantasy fit great with my weight-loss goals!! Despite being incredibly aroused, I hear myself tell her that I was serious about not taking my clothes off until I hit 175, which was about 20 pounds away now. Of course, I emphasize that this would mean we would have several weeks where all we could do is massage and cunnilingus. She smiled widely, and she got this really weird look on face, most likely because no guy had ever refused to have sex with her before, and said, "OK........ But mine can come off, can't they??"
"Of course," I whole heartedly agreed that they could, and should. We left the restaurant and she followed me to my apartment. I haven't put much effort into making this apartment nice. Just a twin bed, a table, and a TV. But she didn't seem to care. I open the door, and as she walks in, she kick her shoes off. By the time I close the door, she's already unbuttoned her blouse, and the top of her jeans are open. She threw her arms around me, and my hands went up her sides and inside her top and I pull her back into me. I loosen her bra, and slide may hands up her shoulders and down her arms, taking her top off. I love slowly undressing a women, but she had other plans. Her hands come off my neck, and she unzips her jeans, pulls them down, and kicked them off. In the same motion, she drops her arms in front of her, and her bra drops to the floor. Its almost like a dream to me. Within a minute of walking in, she's already stripped down to only a really tight set of boy-shorts.
We stand and I hug her tightly, her firm breasts and nipples driving into my chest. She reaches down and runs her hand back and forth on my shaft, which forms a heavy and visible crease in my pants. "Too bad he can't come out and play tonight", she teased. I put my hands around her waist and butt, and lift her off her feet. I carry her to the bed, lay her down, and roll her so she's face down.