My hands were trembling as I left the house that night. We had been emailing, messaging, having the hottest cyber-sex anyone could have ever dreamed. Now here I was, two months later, going to fulfill my greatest fantasy. I was going to meet Michael.
We met through an internet dating service where I had put one line in my profile about wanting to find someone who wanted to be "tutored". I was browsing through the young men's profiles (I am 40, but only looked at the ones from ages 18~24)
when I saw a very literally stimulating profile... words that flowed, made me laugh, made me hungry to find out more. I couldn't help but respond.
It was so hot when he wrote back, so awkward but knowing full well what he was in for with me. He made mention right away of the "tutoring" comment, and from there we were off, teasing, taunting, masturbating together online, thinking of each other constantly. We couldn't seem to get enough, and the hunger was growing and mounting. I am wet right now just thinking about it. He was such an...inspiration.
I remember one day when I was alone, certainly a rare occasion here, and we were getting heated up together online... damn, that boy was exciting me in ways I never dreamed possible. My hand reached out ~ I turned on voice and let him listen to me play with myself til I came. He followed very soon after that, begging me to let him eat my pussy, to suck his hard virgin cock.
I stayed up half the night just fantasizing about him... about meeting him... about taking his cock into my eager hungry mouth. It just had to happen somehow, it HAD to.
So that brings me back to the first time we met. I told myself for days, "This kid is only 19. What are you doing?" But that only made it hotter in my eyes. We planned to meet in a public place, and I anticipated it with such a hunger, such an insatiable desire. This was my greatest fantasy and it was about to come true that very night.
I got into my truck, hands trembling, heart pounding in my throat. I drove on to the town where Michael was going to college (he was a freshman at the time) and to the designated meeting place. I could feel the heat building in my pussy... the moisture and the heat like a furnace, like a sauna. I wore a long black velvet skirt, under which was my favorite garter belt and seamed stockings. I wore no panties that night and that helped the tension to mount. Damn, I was going to meet him! I unbuttoned my blouse one more button, no ~ two, to make sure I was revealing all my 36C's and push-up bra had to offer. I stepped out of the truck and nearly lost my balance. I was so weak from excitement.
My legs were like rubber as I stumbled to the door of the restaurant. My hair was perfect... long smoothed out and freshly dyed to a sultry red per Michael's request. My makeup needed attention so I went into the restroom to touch it up. I sat down to relieve my bladder, and when I went to wipe felt how very wet I had gotten. I listened to see if anyone was nearby then I proceeded to rub my clit... faster... faster. Mmmmmm, how good... it felt so good I nearly came right there, but a couple girls came in very loudly and I figured it best to save it til I could give it to Michael.