It was a cold night. It was not easy to get motivated to go out on a night like this. I got a message from you earlier in the day that you were going to be in my area for the night. We had chatted about the potential of meeting up for awhile, but lately our discussions were really heating up. The things you said that you could do to my body were completely new to me and definitely something I hadn't experienced with anyone before. Just chatting with you made me so wet that I would need to change my clothes.
We had chatted about meeting before, but nothing ever seemed to materialize. I initiated the conversation many times, trying to get you to commit to finding me, but it always ended up without either of us experiencing the satisfaction we were promised by the other. Today was different though... today there was the chance that it could actually happen.
The message showed up as I was finishing work for the day. You were going to be down doing some research and you decided to see if you could take advantage of the fact that my husband was out of town. It was so naughty... the idea of meeting a stranger when all we had talked about was how badly we wanted to fuck each other. It was downright risky, and the risk of it was what had me so fucking turned on.
We decided to meet somewhere for drinks... we picked a bar that was someplace no one would recognize either of us and we met for drinks and dinner. When we first saw each other across the room, the sexual tension and energy leapt between us. There was a chargeβalmost as thought everyone in the room knew we were meant to be together that night. You came to me and leaned down to give me a kiss on the cheek. You were so sweet and romantic, that it turned me on even more (if that was even possible). We sat at a table in the corner and talked for hours. As we talked, the level of touching gradually increased. When we first sat down, we let our thighs brush against each other and just barely touch. As the night went on and we drank and talked, your hand had somehow worked its way under my skirt and was sitting on my thigh, just out of reach of my sopping wet pussy lips. It was almost as if an electrical charge ran through your fingertips and into my leg. My skin was on fire, my nerve endings ready to burst.