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."
"And Martin was ok with it, with you making love to me, to them, Lucy?"
"In my dreams, yes, Mr Robert. But remember, we've been with others before now. We don't have an open relationship, but we're slightly unconventional. He's shared me with others, with another man, and me him, with another woman. Just a couple of times, different couples each time, but enough..."
"Would he let you make love to three other men? To fuck and be fucked by three guys, Lucy?"
"Gosh! When you say it like that, Rob. I'm not sure. He'd like the idea I think. Trouble is, if I ask he might just go and arrange it. Not sure I'm ready just yet. I'll have to choose my moment to ask him, or hint, so that it becomes his idea.
"How about you, Rob? Would you let me? I feel kinda horny enough with you to feel that we might, one day. We're even talking about it already. Wow, it really would be amazing. In my fantasies it already is, but with you it would be even better, I'm sure."
"You choose what you want, Lucy, not me. If it's what you want, then yes, I hope I'd be ok with it Lucy. I think I'd feel nervous or protective and responsible for you. Massively so! I'd have to be sure that you were very ok with the idea. Very sure. You'd have to say it out loud. If you can do that, I think I'd be ok.
"I'm groaning here at the thought of you being shared with me Lucy."
"Mmm, yes Rob. That would be the ultimate! I want you so much.
"I'm not sure Martin would let me be with you if he knew that I'd found you, rather than him, but I can be with you both in my dreams, in our dreams."
"And the security guards!"
"Always. They're our guardian angels, Rob. They have freedom with me any time they like now. In my dreams at least."
"There's a reason they smile so beautifully then!
"But you've to be able to say it though, Lucy. Out loud. You can whisper if you like, but just so I know that you're up for it, so to speak. Tell me what you'd like, and then I'll know if I can cope with it, with your desire."
"Mmmm, Rob. You've put me on the spot there. But I also know that I'll feel brave and bold and daring when I'm with you. Even when I'm just talking with you like this.
"I'd like to surprise you, surprise myself, Rob.
"So, here goes.... I'd like, I want... to make love to you, to Martin, and to those guys, those security men. I want to...fuck you. And Martin... And those men. I want to fuck them and want them to have me. To fuck me...
"There! That took a lot of effort; the words more than the sentiment. It's rare, if ever, for me to swear or use such rude language, Rob."
We pause and I've a desire to gather you up in my arms and caress and care for you Lucy. I voice my feelings and you welcome my reaction.
"I've also to decide, haven't I Lucy?"
You send me a 'virtual' nod.
"You're brave enough to tell me, Lucy, so I have to be equally honourable. So yes, you have my protection and my blessing..."
You smile and I feel that you're reaching out to kiss and curl up with me. We tremble together, aware of just how keyed-up our fantasies are, and I sense your excitement.
"Mmmm. Can you picture the scene yet, Rob? Can you imagine? I'm going to let you place your hand over mine. Let you feel where I'm feeling right now, and let you feel how hot and wet you make me, Rob.
"I'm naked Rob. Naked for you. I'm in bed, sat with my laptop on the pillow. My legs are wide apart and I'm so turned-on.
