Helen and I had chatted on the 'net several times. We flirted a bit, she'd read a few of my stories. We shared a common problem: our spouses were just plain less interested in sex than we were. We both maintained a commitment to our relationships, but the way we turned each other on through our little flirtatious chat sessions made meeting up seem to be more and more like a good idea.
Finally the agony of our teasing became too much. An opportunity presented itself as both of our spouses were to be gone for a weekend. We agreed to meet. Just that -- meet, with no plans for anything further. Although I suppose we both knew what would happen if we ever met face to face...
London isn't that far of a drive from Detroit. I left after work Friday afternoon and pulled into the hotel just before dinnertime. I called Helen on her cell phone. We were both quite nervous, but I talked her into meeting me at a safe place, a restaurant not far from the hotel.
I showered and changed into a good suit, feeling a little overdressed as I walked through the streets. I stopped in at a florist shop and bought a dozen roses before I found the restaurant, a small dimly-lit place off the main drag.
I ordered a drink and sat nervously checking my watch, feeling foolish about arranging to meet a near stranger and becoming more and more convinced that she wouldn't show. Just then I spotted a figure in the doorway. A very nice figure at that. It couldn't be...I can't be this lucky. We'd traded pictures, but that's still a far cry from actually knowing what someone looks like. She wore a simple, but elegant black gown that ended at mid-calf. A tantalizing glimpse of cleavage showed from the plunging neckline. The shapely calf extending from the hemline intrigued me even more.
She gazed over the table at me. Our eyes met. My heart raced. I knew immediately from the look in her eyes that Helen really was a special woman. I could see warmth and compassion, romance and sensuality. Her eyes locked on mine with a nervous playfulness, like she was thinking the same thing I was: "What the heck am I doing here?"
Wordlessly I stood and pulled her chair out for her. I reached for the box from the florist shop.
"Helen, it's so nice to finally meet you," I said as I handed the box over. "Pictures do not do you justice."
"John, I am so glad to finally meet you, too. But I have to admit that I'm pretty nervous."
"No need to be nervous. We agreed that we would meet for dinner and nothing else."
"Right," she agreed, with a look of uncertainty crossing her face. "The roses are lovely, by the way. Thank you!"
We overcame our initial nervousness and enjoyed a nice meal together. We talked about rather mundane things: our jobs, our families, our spouses. But the whole time we talked I was enchanted with the beautiful woman sitting across from me, beauty that was much, much more than skin deep. I gazed into her dark, soulful eyes, but from time to time my eyes wandered over her exposed cleavage. A small gold brooch dangled between her breasts. Her breasts were full and round, and I wondered about the secret places the brooch was privy too that were hidden from my view. I found myself in a constant state of arousal, which I found somewhat embarrassing, especially when the waitress came by our table. I did my best to hide my stiffness, but I'm sure the waitress noticed it
As we downed an after-dinner drink, the conversation became a little more risqué. We were both horny, and we knew that. Several times Helen reached out to place a warm hand on my arm as she laughed at something or other that I'd said. At one point she leaned over, and my eyes followed the brooch bobbing between her breasts. I caught the edge of a lacy black bra peeking out. As Helen straightened up she noticed my gaze. I was busted! (So to speak.) She lowered her eyes and focused on the bulge in my pants. An impish grin crossed her lips.
"Excuse me," she said, reaching for her purse, "but I have to use the ladies room."
I stood and pulled her chair, and watched her bottom swaying seductively as she made her way to the rest room.
When she returned, she sat right next to me in the booth. She smiled at me..(was that a wink?) as she leaned over to set her purse down. From this angle, I could see the full swell of her breasts beneath the fabric of her gown. I thought I could see the outline of her nipple poking through the lacy fabric of her bra just before she straightened up with that impish grin again on her face.
"Well?" she asked.
"Well, what?" I was embarrassed to think that she was going to comment on me peeking down her gown.
"Notice anything?"
"I, uh...I'm sorry, but I can't help myself from peeking down your top. Your breasts are just too--"
"Oh, never mind that," she laughed and waved her hand. "ALL men do that. I mean did you notice anything in my purse?"
I looked past her legs to the floor and for the first time I spotted a pair of black lace panties dangling from inside the purse. "Oh my," I said. "Did you just -- just now? In the ladies' room?"
"Uh huh," she smiled. Helen slowly lifted the hem of her dress to reveal the lacy tops of her thigh-highs. "You once told me that this was one of your fantasies."
"Oh yes, yes it is! But, Helen, we agreed that nothing would happen. At least not tonight."
A look of disappointment crossed her face. "Yes, yes we did."
"But I'm not sure that I can stick to that agreement now," I said, peering once again at her firm thighs wrapped in those stockings. "Maybe we were wrong--"
"No, we were right. We shouldn't give in to temptation that easily."
"No? Are you sure? Because I don't know if I can make it through the night without you." I reached out and took hold of her hand. "Helen, I want you -- no, I NEED you."
The wicked grin returned to her face. "Nope, we agreed. We need to get to know each other first. Plus, it'll be more special this way. Go home and sleep on it, and if you feel the same way tomorrow... Well, I'm not making any promises, but maybe."
Sleep on it, she said. How was I supposed to sleep with a raging hard on? With images of her luscious breasts, her smooth legs running through my head. The thought that this incredibly sexy woman sat next to me...with no panties on! I finally dozed off but slept fitfully.
We agreed to meet the next day on the dock. I've always loved the Great Lakes and wanted to take advantage of the warm spring weather to rent a boat for a cruise on Lake Erie. I arrived at the dock shortly after sunrise. Helen showed up a few minutes later in a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans.
"Dressed kind of warm, aren't you? Supposed to hit 80 today."
"Maybe it will later, but right now I'm freezin'!"
I helped Helen into the boat, started the motor, cast off the lines and pushed off. It was a glorious spring day. The water was calm, and the early-morning sun sparkled off the waves. Our conversation returned to the more mundane topics of the night before: jobs, families, spouses. The brilliant sun brought the temperature up, and I was quite pleased to see Helen reaching behind her to remove her sweatshirt. Underneath was a less-than revealing tankini, but the top was tight enough that I could detect the full shape of her breasts. Not to mention the outline of her nipples poking through the fabric in the stiff breeze. She slid her jeans down, always an erotic thing to watch, even if the woman is wearing a bathing suit underneath. My eyes were riveted to the smooth skin of her now exposed and very shapely legs. My eternal hard on from the night before returned. In my loose trunks, I'm sure my stiff cock was quite noticeable.
"Getting a little warm, huh?" I said as I lifted my t-shirt off.
"You were right. It's getting hot out here."
I wanted to test the waters, so to speak, to see if I could make some early progress after last night's disappointment. "You know, you don't have to keep your top on. I mean, if you're too hot."
She shot a rueful smile at me. "Oh, so you want me to take my top off, huh?"
