I'd had a couple of busy weeks at work and had just returned from a weekend getaway with my family. I'd looked with a bit of envy at my brother and his little family and got annoyed with my parents who'd made none too subtle comments on my single status at 34.
To me, the more embarrassing fact was that I'd not even been out on a date for years. How sad was that?
My dad actually suggested online dating sites, not knowing that I'd already tried that and hadn't felt comfortable with it. At times I wish I was more outgoing and not so shy, but well, I wasn't.
However, I did login to chat sites. Initially the good ones: talking about travelling and books, but after overcoming my shyness there -- yeah, even online I found simply saying 'hi' scary! -- I ventured into an adult chat room and read what was being 'said' without participating, until someone invited me for a private chat.
It was nerve wrecking at first. Waiting for him to start things. Not sure if I could be bold. Though, being in an adult chat room, I quickly learned that yes, I could be bold and more than that: my chat partners really liked that.
But initially I was shy. Waiting for the guys to contact me. Answering questions like what I was wearing and whether I was horny too. Seriously, my first chats kept me up for most of the night. Instead of easing my horniness, it only seemed to get worse and I came with each guy.
I progressed quickly. In real life I may be shy, online I was hot! I loved the effect I had on men. Loved it that I was able to 'help them out'. And though it freaked me out, it didn't take long before I started camming. To be honest, I told my first cam guy that my cam didn't work. Little white lie... I wasn't quite ready to show myself, but oh fuck, it was so incredibly hot to see this guy -- a school teacher, for your information -- pull down his jocks and show me his beautiful, very hard cock. I watched in total fascination how he jacked himself off in front of the cam. Come to think of it, he actually showed his face as well, which made it even hotter.
Obviously, from then on I was hooked.
I exchanged email addresses with some of the guys whom I'd met in the chat rooms. I realised that I liked it when they told me what to do. Like: take your t-shirt off, show me your tits. I also realised that I especially liked chatting with older men. Preferably in their fifties. Not sure why. Perhaps I didn't feel so stupid for not being so experienced at my age? I don't know. I do know that they sure enjoyed chatting with a woman who was young enough to be their daughter. Where some of the younger guys got off and got offline, these older guys took their time. Enjoyed watching me, complimented me with my curves and wanted to see and hear me cum too.
Yeah, things progressed really quick...
One of these older men was Hank. With 62 my eldest cam partner. I'd toned down a little by that time. Having cut back my 'regulars' considerably, simply because there are only so many hours in a day and I became seriously sleep deprived.
Not sure what Hank did for a living, but he'd posted a profile pic of his face. Something I'd never done and didn't intend on doing. He reminded me of my high school history teacher. His hair short and white and a neatly groomed beard and moustache and he wore glasses. He seemed stern. A man who was used to be in charge. He told me that indeed, he liked a woman to be a bit submissive. Nothing too extreme. No bondage or anything, but he liked to talk nasty and tell her what to do. Hank was married. Had been for nearly 40 years. He also had two kids: his son is a year older than I am and his daughter is two years younger. Both are married. Both have kids.
We'd actually only chatted a few times, just regular chat, so no cam, when he told me that his job would take him to my home city and whether I'd like to catch up over a cup of coffee in a public place and well, if we both felt comfortable...
My heart thumped loudly in my chest with the unwritten remainder of his sentence. As I told you, it had been a long time since I'd actually had a date and in real life I'm a pretty good girl: no one-night-stands, so yes, sex had been so long ago, that I hardly remembered what the real thing felt like. My dildo's a poor substitute.
And it had been a couple of busy weeks, perhaps that's why I was more open to it? I'd seriously toned down my chat sessions, so the fun that I did have, I had on my own. Sometimes using a Literotica audio to help me out. Sometimes going online for a more visual stimulus.
But having the real thing...
I took my time answering. Hank wouldn't be here for another month or so. The good girl inside of me told me not to do this, not to take the risk, that I'd regret it. The online version of me, was however much naughtier, much hotter and more demanding. She won....
So, I agreed to meet Hank....
***
We met for coffee in a public place in the middle of the CBD. Hank had already been in the city for a few days, but we met on Friday afternoon, when his meetings had ended. He'd be travelling home on Sunday.
I'd dressed in comfortable clothes. Nothing too revealing, but definitely feminine: a tight black skirt, reaching modestly to my knees and which hugged my ass and a light blue polo that somehow managed to highlight the blue in my blue/grey eyes. I'm not someone to wear high heels, but I wore black strapped sandals, with a modest heel.
I hoped he wouldn't be too disappointed that my hair wasn't very long. I always felt like I looked like a zombie if my hair got too long, so generally stuck with a short cut model. I'm not skinny. Being 1.73m and weighing close to 80kgs, I'd say that makes me curvy. It never bothered me and after having spent some quality time online, I knew that quite a few men liked curves. Especially if those curves included a nice set of breasts. I have a solid C cup, so, no complaints in that area.
I made sure to be plenty on time for our appointment and recognized Hank straight away when he arrived. He still wore his business suit, minus a tie and with the top buttons of his shirt undone. He looked exactly like his profile pic and thanks to the 'I'll be the one with a book' and the fact I was sitting by myself, Hank recognized me straight away as well.
"Hi Bianca," he smiled at me once he stood beside my table. I got up and we shook hands. I was incredibly nervous, Hank seemed completely at ease. He ordered me a tea and himself a coffee.
"So, how have you been?" he smiled at me, breaking the ice with some small talk. We talked a little about my job; we talked a little about his'. He was involved in some large projects and some required interstate travel hence the reason he was here. He was pleased as they'd been able to finish the first part of this particular project, a milestone.
"Definitely a thing to celebrate," he finished his coffee and ordered both of us a wine and some nibbles. I felt my nerves ease. He seemed like a regular guy. Well groomed, well dressed, well mannered. Oh, and married. He caught me staring at his wedding band.
"Does that bother you?" he asked. I shook my head.
"Didn't think it would. At least, it doesn't bother you online," he looked at me over the rim of his wine glass.
"It's different face to face," I replied.
"True," he agreed. He shifted before continuing: "This may come as a surprise, after all, our chats have been quite... explicit, but I never cheated on my wife. I've flirted and a few years ago, at a New Years' party at work, I had one too many and well, enjoyed some tongue gymnastics with one of our receptionists, but I've always kept it in my pants."
I glanced around me, but it was too noisy and he spoke in this quiet manner. No one would be able to overhear us.
"I watch porn, won't deny that. I chat, you know that. I occasionally use the webcam too. You and I, we never did that."
No, we hadn't. We'd only chatted like three times and though I'd be the first to admit, that I'd been eager to hear and see him cum, it had never happened. I shifted as well. Feeling aroused.
"I'm sure my wife wouldn't approve, but I figure it's better than sleeping around. I love her, but you know, she's not really into it anymore. We go to bed, kiss, cuddle, go to sleep. She just can't be bothered. If we have sex, she does it for me. And I do like sex. A lot."
I blushed. I knew he did. We may have chatted only three times, he'd been very explicit, very horny. We sat in silence for a little while. Each observing the other. I knew my nipples were hard, I just hoped it wouldn't show too much.
"I never thought I'd do this. Meet up with someone like you, a young lady with whom I'd chatted like that," he nodded, twisting the ring on his finger before looking at me again, "But you turn me on so badly.... You asked me why I liked younger women and I told you why. The energy and the openness to new things. I don't want an 18 year old. I want a woman. A woman who knows what she wants and who knows how to please a man."
