On the first date Lucy and I enjoyed during our affair, we met at a café midway between our homes; neutral territory, I guess, and hopefully distant and safe enough for Lucy and I to avoid bumping into any friends, or our partners' friends.
We'd already enjoyed quite a bit of chatroom time on an adult site, so were aware of what we were embarking upon even if the destination was unknown. I think we were both in need of some extra excitement in our lives, some NSA fun, but nothing that might impact on, or affect our families and relationships.
Our chats had been raunchy and explicit, and we might have just continued keeping things going that way. I think that's how we both initially imagined it would be. But some spark made us more curious. This seemed like the real deal, compared to other online chatter. A spirit of daring that was so apparent in our occasional online conversations seemed so rare that we were both intrigued. I think Lucy was also anxious to find out if I was genuine. I was the same; aware that there were so many frauds and time-wasters out there, and hoping that "almost too good to be true Lucy" wasn't just that... too good to be true.
This nearly 20 years ago [crazy, where did that time go?!], so apologies if the recollections sketchy, lacking detail. Hopefully the overall facts and sentiment there.
So a café bar, one evening in June. No need to say where, except allow you to picture a rather posh part of our city's commuter belt. Nearer to Lucy's than to me; her side of town, so her suggested venue. A lively enough café for her not to be scared if I turned-out to be not what I'd seemed and vice versa.
We'd touched base by text message through the afternoon. I arrive early. Lucy breezes in, and I'm instantly impressed, charmed (plus mighty reassured!). She's bubbly and lovely and beautiful. Not as tall as I'd imagined, but that just makes her seem even cuter than I'd dared hope. No idea what she felt about me in that moment, but I guess there was enough appeal to stop her just turning straight on her heel.
Couple of drinks, non-stop talk, probs the nervous energy, relaxed, easy conversation without even recourse to alcohol, as we were both driving. This is shaping-up nicely. Very nicely!
Lucy suggests we go for a walk.
Within yards of the café door we'd linked arms and were hand-in-hand. A few yards further and we paused. I reach down, Lucy on tip-toe, and we kiss. Such a lovely kiss, so beautifully spontaneous, breathless and loaded with desire. Weeks of passionate chat consummated in that moment.
We float along... walking, talking, walking some more, and soon find ourselves in the centre of a quadrangle of an old Victorian hospital (and what had been the former Nurses' home now converted into residential flats). A garden bench allows us to sit and kiss some more.
And here's where the steamy nature of our relationship kicks-in; a man and a woman, crazy-daft about one another, probably needing to 'get a room,' but making-out wherever lends itself. We were to become masters of finding quiet outdoor spaces, but on this first foray our passion was just purely impulsive and surprisingly intimate.
In that garden we explored enough for me to appreciate that Lucy was a gorgeous kisser, very tactile and amorous.
I found out she was wearing stockings beneath her skirt (when I helped lift her, so she could sit on top of a wall), and we also realised that we were being overlooked by about a hundred windows.
Weirdly the 'Lucy & Rob' effect already meant that that kind of appealed, but it was first date, so we set that feeling aside and behaved conventional.
We retreated to my car and made out there until Lucy felt that we'd caused a passing couple to smile too much when they walked by.
Thankfully a school playing fields' car park was near and wonderfully empty, so we parked-up and went at it like two teenagers.
Lucy's passenger seat was well and truly reclined [do modern cars even do that these days?], her feet on the dashboard and her panties round her ankles when the headlights wheeled into our orbit. It was dark by now, so we weren't unduly worried, even as the sound of tyres on gravel and those headlights got nearer.
By the time we heard a car door open and then shut close-by we'd frozen with fear, and when there was a determined tapping on my driver's window, plus a torch shining in to my petrified face, we were scrabbling and panicking big-time!
Thankfully it wasn't any local resident psycho, but two security guards wanting to lock-up.
They'd seen our car on their CCTV (and daresay quite a show too!!) and were considerate enough to warn us, rather than just locking the gate with us the wrong side of it.
We laughed nervously, they grinned!
When Lucy got home that night she was a bit later than she'd planned and her fella was home earlier than she'd expected. Martin was a tad suspicious, but she'd already got her alibi in place and reassured him with her explanation.
......
And the aftermath...
Some days later Lucy confessed to me online that she'd not been able to sleep that night after getting home. Elation, she said, adrenaline and arousal still. Thoughts of our intimacy, plus the crazy end to the night, our 'sex-interrupted' just when we were enjoying it so much, plus more excitement than she'd ever imagined could have happened on a first date...
So, she'd not slept on that hot night, fitful recollection as she imagined being still in the car with me; those two grinning security guards watching on.
"They got rather a treat then?" I laughed.
Lucy coy.
"Martin definitely got a treat in the early hours that night, Rob."
"How come?"
"I woke him...
"I woke him, Rob, and we made love, and jeeperz, it was so gorgeous...
"He made love to me, and I made love to him. One of those impulsive, passionate sessions; intense, urgent. I told him it was the heat of the night, Rob.
"But it wasn't just him enjoying sex with me that night. I was still feeling your touch, your kisses, your breath.... Not just him, Robert. In my imagination as we made love, I was making love to him...and to you...and crazily, to those two security guards too.
"A lot happened. It was very confusing, but very nice."
I gasp. Lucy pauses, but then slowly yet surprisingly calmly continues.
"I wanted Martin and gave myself to him that night, but I also really really wanted you Rob. I was horny and still aroused for you."
"And the security men?"
"...well, yes and the security guys, Rob.
"But for their intervention we'd have made love, Rob, I'm sure. They were so polite! Cheeky, but polite. I kinda imagined them still with us. Is that weird?
"You'd already made me orgasm so beautifully, so I wanted you inside me, Robert. I wouldn't have wanted or been able to have stopped myself.
"Part of me wishes we'd have been able to keep going, but part of me laughs at the rude interruption. It was funny! Part of me also reasons that fate intervened Robert. I think it, fate, wants our love-making - when it does eventually happen - to be even more special and beautiful.
"In the days that have followed those funny guys became part of my dream about it all too. They were cheeky, but kind, so it seemed only reasonable that we, that I, should thank them properly, don't you think, Rob? They could have just locked us in, after all."
"I bet they were appreciative, Lucy. Do they get to watch?"
"In my dreams they certainly are very appreciative, Rob! And, mmmm, well no, not just watch, as they get involved too."
"You weren't frightened?"
"That night I was petrified, Rob!! Not sure I've ever felt so scared. But I also felt secure, because I was with you, Rob. And in my dreams I definitely feel fine. Martin's somehow part of it all too. I think it all gets entwined as he and I made love together that night too."
