You ever hear the quote, good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere? Well that's me. No one knows my secrets. They think I'm such a good little girl. Always the good one, the one who listens well. The one who helps out. The one who says I'm sorry first. The one who never swears or yells, always good. No one ever suspects that underneath there's a naughty little bitch that fucks anyone and everyone she can find. They don't know about the girl that sits at her computer making "appointments" with horny anonymous men. They don't know me.
You would overlook me. You would see a serious looking, white female with big blue eyes, long brown hair and a pretty good body. Big tits. You would notice the tits, but then you would see the glasses and assume that here is a lady that goes to Church every Sunday and never swears in public. You would be right ... but you wouldn't know me either.
So, here I am. It's Friday night and I'm currently setting up my next "appointment" with this naughty man with a very devilish sense of humour. Not that I'm all the interested in his humour, but I do love his wicked jokes. He seems like a great guy, just misunderstood. He's married to a real bitch. Bobby's philosophy is: Life's a bitch and then he married one! She's prudish, cold and always tired. He wants a younger, more generous woman in his life. We started chatting three weeks ago on a married but looking chat site and we've been talking every night since. I can't wait to meet him tomorrow!
The following day I could barely get through the many items I had on my agenda. Wouldn't it be nice if family members figured out you had a life? In any case, I had to be ready for 6pm when Bobby and I would meet at the Days Inn. He wanted to go to a more romantic setting, but we were using my VISA and I was still paying for my trip to Cuba. I didn't want his wife to find out and hunt me down. I've had that happen to me one time at the worst possible moment. Fortunately, the lady believed me when I told her, lying straight to her face of course, that I had never had an affair with her husband. You see, luckily the Minister of my church, present at the time of the conflict, vouched for my integrity. So, Max and I fucked for quite some time before we eventually ended it.
After soaking in a big bubble bath, I felt limber and ready for a night of hot sex. I knew I was a sure bet, but still had some reservations about whether Bobby would be there or not. Sometimes these guys I chat with online get a guilty conscience at the last moment and chicken out leaving me high and unfortunately very very dry. However, I really feel like Bobby will come through for me. He feels like a sure bet.
Getting in my car I turned onto the 405 and manoeuvred into the Saturday evening traffic. I have to say that I am a little concerned over the fact I don't know what Bobby looks like. Well, he sent me a pic, but it was really crappy. I could make out short blond hair and the slim body of a man. I know he's 38 years old and has been married for 5 years but has been with her for a lot longer. He's wicked and naughty and can't wait to suck and lick my tits. Yes, I sent a pic of my tits.
Seeing the motel up ahead I quickly turned in and found the nearest parking spot. Grabbing my purse I got out and checked the parking lot to see how many cars were present. I walked inside and confirmed my reservations and got the payment situation over with. Handing me the room key I walked to the restaurant area and waited for Bobby.
I was only there for about 15 minutes when some other people came into the restaurant. Sipping my coffee I noticed this rather pretty blond, who seemed familiar but I couldn't figure out why. Dismissing her I went back to my coffee and waited impatiently for Bobby.
Imagine my surprise when the rather pretty blond walked up to me. "Excuse me ... hello. Rena?" the woman asked expectantly.
Looking up, I couldn't conceive of what she could want. "It's me Rena ... Bobby." she grinned.
"Bob ... beeee ...," I stammered, standing up from the table and unwillingly allowing her to embrace me in a rather energetic hug. Patting her lightly, I sat back down again and just looked at her in utter shock.
"What is it Rena," she whispered teasingly, "Did you think I would pass up an opportunity to suck those juicy tits?" Leaning forward she took my hands in hers and when the waitress came over I wanted to just snatch my hands back, but I didn't. Ordering a herbal tea, she commented about how good I smelled. I think I stuttered something about a bubble bath. It was a bit of a blear. Nothing about this evening has in any way worked out like I had hoped.
"Ah ... look Bobby ... I'm a little surprised ... you know by ... your appearance." I finally spit out after about ten minutes of her kissing and sucking on my fingers.
"What? What do you mean?" she asked puzzled.
"In your profile it said you were a man ... and you're not ... a man." Fuck, what kind of person screws up their profile? IN SUCH A BIG FAT WAY?
Amused, Bobby leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, gazing at my shirt where two twin fleshy mounds peeked out from the push-up I was wearing. "I know ... I know I lied, but you had to have known I was a woman!" she urged. "Look ... I saw your profile and honey it was love at first sight! I had to know you ... I just wanted to talk a little bit," she explained, "but you wanted more."
"What do you mean? You're blaming this on me!" I couldn't believe my ears as this woman blamed her lies, her misrepresentation on me. Getting up from the table, Bobby grabbed my arm.
"Just calm down. Lets not freak out here ok? Let's just go up to the room and talk ... in private," she insisted. Looking at the crowded restaurant that seemed to staring at us, I agreed. I paid for the damn room, we might as well use it for a conference room. There had to be something illegal I could have her charged with for doing this to me!