I had never been one for those online dating sites. Spam mail and pop-up add were the bane of my internet existence and they were the leading culprits. In addition, I'm still young, just twenty-two at the time and not in any hurry to get married or even necessarily enter a serious relationship. My roommate at the time, however, was a different story. Just graduating with a music education degree and being offered a job in the area, he decided to give it a try. A few weeks later he met a beautiful woman who he has since married. After his continues pushing and prodding for me to give it a try, I gave in and filled out a profile. At this point I should note that the chosen site was not one focused on sex, but rather that of developing relationships. For this reason, I filled the profile out completely honestly (probably a rarity on these sites). I even uploaded a few photos of myself playing the saxophone a local bar.
After completing all this I started to browse the local profiles. Now this site allowed you to "wink" to any of the other profiles for free; so I did this. I sent winks to about ten girls. These were girls that the site recommended I try to make contact with. One girl responded with a "wink" within the next day. Her screen name was Angeleyes. After looking at her profile again, I became extremely intrigued. She said she was 5'1 with an average build. Now I'm not a small guy; I'm 6'3 and have not weighed less then 200 since I was 17. I have, however, always had a thing for short, petit girls. She said she had brown hair and brown eyes. She also stated that she was a history grad student at the local university. Intelligence and the ability to hold a conversation have always been high on my list of requirements for a girl. Naturally, this made me very happy.
So I decided to try the free three-day trial the site was offering. I sent her a brief e-mail through the e-mail system on the site where I included my AIM and MSN addresses (only had three days so I wanted to make sure we could talk more without subscriptions running out). She must have been online at the same time, because the reply came almost instantly in which she provided me with her MSN address. I promptly added her to my contacts and began talking to her.
For the next week we talked about most everything. I found out her name was Liz and our conversations ranged from music to politics to religion, it did not seem to matter. Then on that Friday morning the question came, "What are you looking for in a relationship?" I told her I would tell her if we met. After me suggesting dinner at a local bistro (I had friends playing on the weekend and had not gone to see them in a while), she recommended maybe just coffee first. Now I have never really been one for coffee, but I agree and recommended a little café about three blocks away from where I lived. It turns out it was also in walking distance for her, so we agreed to meet that afternoon.
I got there about five minutes early so I took a seat in one of the booths and began listening to the guitar player that was playing on stage that night. After about fifteen minutes, I began to think I was going to get stood up. I got up to leave and walked outside, when I saw a person who was getting up to leave from one of the outside tables who matched Liz' description exactly. So I quickly walked up to her and sure enough, it was her. It turns out she had shown up just after I did and was about to leave, thinking she had been stood up as well. It turned out that she new the guitar player inside and did not want to talk to him. She figured she had arrived early enough to see me when I got there so she never bothered to look in the café. Relieved that we had not stood each other up, we sat down at the table she had been sitting at and began talking.
She was exactly as her description stated. She was 5'1 and could not have weighed more the 100 pounds. Her brown hair floated halfway down her back where my eyes continued down to admire the curve in the small of her back that continued to scoop out to a luscious but firm ass barely covered up buy her pink tennis skirt. Losing sight when she sat down, I noticed her eyes for the first time. She had one of the biggest set of brown eyes I had ever seen, framed by a set of glasses that did nothing but bring you back to her eyes.
As we talked outside on a beautiful early fall day, I began to notice her other features as well. Her high cheek bones provided the perfect frame for her slightly rounded face. Her lips were full, making it difficult to keep conversation as I imagined sucking on the soft, red velvet I hoped they would be. She was wearing, along with her pick tennis skirt, a brown shirt that read, "Brown Eyed Beauty" directly over her firm B-cup breasts.
Apparently I was not the only person admiring this beautiful woman. About an hour into talking, a wino (who, to this day, I can not say was a male or female) came up to me and told me cherish the brown eyed beauty sitting before me. It was on this note we decided to leave a go for a walk. As we walked for the next half hour or so, the sun began to sink below the tree line. As we walked by an empty lot behind a Church of Jesus Christ Science (don't ask me, I don't know, that's just what the sign said) we decided to go lay down in the grass. At this point the sun had completely fallen and the stars began to show in the night sky.
The empty lot had buildings on three sides, one side being that of an apartment building. The fourth side was open to a one way street and a fairly busy bus terminal across, only blocked by a row of medium height shrubs. I laid down on the soft grass and she snuggled up close to me. After a lot of talking that day and the previous week, it was nice just to lay there and not say a word. Her quickening heartbeat, however told me she wanted more, so lifted her chin and kissed her wondrous plump lips for the first time. We both starting aggressively kissing each other, breaking only long enough to taste the other persons neck or lightly bite an ear. This is when I discovered she was not wearing a bra. I had suspected earlier, noticing no signs of one, but had my suspicions confirmed as I ran my hands along her back and side. Shortly after I discovered she was also not wearing any panties when she rolled on top of me and began dry humping me. I reached around to grab her ass and found skin as smooth as a baby's bottom. Eager to take hold of the situation, I moved my hand down her ass and began playing with the bottom of her pussy lips from behind. When she felt this she stopped but quickly calmed my fears when she asked, "are you sure you don't want to go inside?"
I simply responded by spreading her pussy lips to the cool night air. Since we had arrived at the empty lot behind the church, a new front had worked its way in and a storm was about to come upon us. Her moans of pleasure were luckily covered up to anyone but me by the low rolling thunder overhead. Wanting more, I rolled her over and began kissing her neck and down her right arm. Her left hand began to play with her need clit. Wanting the anticipation to build as much as it could; I removed it and placed it on her breast. I whispered in her ear a warning she never forgot again, "only I get to play with that tonight."
I resumed where I left off kissing down her right arm. When I got to her hand I made the short trip to her flat stomach and pushed her shirt up over her bra-less breasts. The cool night air made the erect immediately. I slowly kissed up her side to her right breast. Even in the light breeze, I could smell the musky scent of her desire. When I reached her right breast, I lightly bit and pulled on her nipple. I licked round nipple and began to suckle her breast like a baby. Her flesh was as smooth as her bottom. As I began to kiss over to her left breast, I could take the salty sweat that had began up perspire in the valley of her breasts. As I began to provide her left breast with the same treatment as I did with her right one, her breathing began to become very heaving and quick. She grabbed my hair with her right hand and put her other hand on my shoulder, digging her nails through my shirt and into the flesh of my back. Moments later she became very tense and experienced her first orgasm of the night. If it was not for the loud thunder that erupted at the very same moment, I am sure someone would have heard us and called the police.
