Author's Note: I had intended to take this further but unfortunately, health issues developed and surgery ensued. I don't know if any more stories from me are coming your way. Thanks to all who read my stories and especially those who follow me. I wish you all good health, a good life and great sex until your last day.
Yum. Instead of your everyday great Philly Cheesesteak (like Pat's or Gino's in South Philadelphia), this cheesesteak was not made of thin frozen strips of shaved broken up beef. No, this was bite-sized chunks of steak, the real thing. Instead of your everyday processed American cheese slathered on top - Worse yet, Velveeta! - No, this cheesesteak had mozzarella and provolone melted on the top, dripping into the toasted garlic semolina bread. Add caramelized onions and roasted red peppers and you have a cheesesteak taken to the next level of yum. Yum.
Didi and I sat in the noisy restaurant and tried to make conversation but it was not possible given the fact that our mouths were full. Washing it down with a cold Beck's, didn't help much. I found that the Double-Fried Fries stuck to the roof of my mouth. We polished off our meals and took half of it home for later.
"I'm full! You know I can't fuck on a full stomach! Why did you make me eat that much?"
"Yeah," I said sarcastically, "I really twisted your arm. I'll have to rest for a while before I dump and I suggest you do, too. So let's talk instead. We're not going anywhere."
"You're right. Let me ask you something, have you gone online to our profile lately?"
"No. I haven't looked at it since the last time when we looked together. Why?"
"Why? Because it is loaded with messages...people looking to hook up with us. It's almost flattering." She laughed. "Last night, I went through them and picked some notable ones out. Wanna see?"
She opened to the site and it's private email link. "I deleted a ton of them. They are still in the trash if you want to look...but these are the best, or most interesting and enticing...and maybe even real."
The first message was from a couple who were boaters who often travelled the Caribbean. The letter stated that they were both alpha personalities with bisexual tendencies. They claimed to have had many group scenes on their boat and in their travels. They included six pictures. It was Sandra and Howie, a couple we both knew. We always thought they were so straight but here was both of them naked and doing various acts. I always wondered what Sandra looked like nude and I was pleasantly surprised. There was one picture of her diving off the boat that made her body look firm and inviting. Howie, on the other hand, looked like a landlubber with a spare tire and lots of flab. In other words, a big shlub. That turned both of us off.
"If we can have a threesome with Sandra, I'd go for it but Howie..."
"I thought the same thing. However, I spoke to Sandra a couple of months ago and they were leaving to cruise the Keys. I guess they're back. I think it must be time for another phone call," Didi mused. I made a face. "Okay, next."
There were several other letters with pictures that we both liked liked when Didi said, "I saved the best for last."
"Hi. We're what you would normally think as a plain vanilla couple but, in reality, we are anything but plain vanilla. We like deep, sensual, soulful sex with others as well as each other. We are both bisexual but we don't seek hookups. We seek gourmet sex, the kind that is fulfilling and satisfying, where the orgasm is a mental pinnacle. We like yoga and massage. We like touching and feeling. We go for the gold every time. We also always try to rise above the mundane.
We are fairly recent down here and have not met any playmates (or anyone we respect enough to be playmates.) Your profile resonated with us in that you seem to express the same sentiments and have a similar outlook. Could you be the couple we have been searching for? Please get back to us. We are real, sincere, in shape, easy going and 420 friendly. Perhaps we could meet for dinner.
Regina and Mort
P.S. We included two recent pictures (at the golf course and by the pool) and several older ones."
There were several photos attached. The first was a picture of two very good-looking people in golf attire. I had to admit that they certainly did look white bread and very plain vanilla. The second picture negated that impression. It was the couple team-sucking a very large cock. Another showed two women on a double-dildo. Another showed a woman pulling back her vulva. She had a very large clit and she was covered in cum. Another photo showed them in a yoga couples position. The last photo was more recent and showed them standing nude by a pool. Both of them looked good enough to eat, even better than the cheesesteak, which were leaving invisible poofs.
"I'm impressed."
"Me, too. Can I write them back and send some of our pictures?"
She went to work on mailing them while I went to the john to see a man about a horse. When I returned a while later, Didi was just getting a response.
"Didi and Ray,
Thanks for the response. You two look very good. We really like the picture of Didi in the throes of orgasm as Ray is going down on her. Also, the picture of your little hand around Ray's large penis. How big is Ray?
Let's meet for dinner.
Didi went back and forth with them for a while until we set a dinner date at a little quiet bistro on the beach. I got a good vibe from Didi as well.
We met at the little restaurant a few days later. I'll say this, they both looked better than their pictures. Furthermore, we conversed as though we'd been friends for years. Didi got into a heavy discussion with Mort about local politics while Regina and I found an incredible link.
