This story has no sex. It is instead the tale of two matures connecting over erotic literature. If well received a continuation is likely.
I've been writing and publishing erotic stories on literotica.com for many years. All but one of my published stories have ratings of 4/5 stars or better. Some have comments asking me to continue the story, which always makes me feel great. But I never expected my stories to lead to anything else.
I published a story in the Erotic Couplings category entitled Truth and Nothing But. I thought it was pretty hot despite the fact that it had no actual sex acts. It described two people who were exploring, testing, trying to decide if they wanted to go further. They did this by asking each other, in turn, very specific and intimate questions about each other's sexual preferences. The asker was required to also respond to the question once the other answered.
I thought it an interesting, but not overly involved, little story. Yes, I could have taken it further by having the couple decide to explore each other's responses physically, but that was never my intent. I just wanted to explore the verbal interactions.
When I published it, I received decent, ratings just above 4. But the comments I got were all around the desire for me to continue the story. I had no interest in that. It was just a fluff piece I tossed off one night, not the start of some novella. But writers, indeed most everyone, are suckers for positive feedback, so I wrote and published part 2.
Then I got feedback in an direct message. I didn't even know that was possible on this site but it is.
"Hi O. I hope you don't mind me reaching out directly. I have to tell you I absolutely LOVE everything you write! And thank you for continuing Truth and nothing but. Part 2 is just as hot as part 1!
I looked at your profile and see we are in the same state. I don't know if you are single, or where in the state you are, but I would love to meet you IRL. I'm in Claymore. You can see my profile here but my email is *****@gmail.com. If you email me I'll send you pics and more info. I hope to hear from you! Jessica"
I was floored. The site has a personals forum but I've never posted there - I didn't care for the format. And I write, and read, for enjoyment, never expecting any opportunity to meet anyone, But I'm single, far from a spring chicken, and living in a very rural area with limited dating opportunities. Can't afford to pass up any chance for a connection.
"Hi, Jessica," read my email. "Thank you so much for liking my stories. I write for my own enjoyment but it is so very gratifying when others find my stories enjoyable, and hopefully stimulating. I'm about 25-30 minutes from Claymore, to the south. Oh, and I'm Trent when I'm not writing erotica."
Within minutes my email pinged and I opened it to find a reply from her. Her pictures were provocative but not at all pornographic - just sexy with cleavage and 'come get me' looks. From what I could see she was very much my type - petite, B cup breasts, slim, great ass.
"I would love to see what you look like, Trent," she wrote. "Would you send me a pic?"
I selected a fully clothed selfie of myself, standing up to show off my trim physique. I was proud of the weight I'd lost 7 years ago and kept all since. At 70 I don't have a six pack or huge biceps, but my ectomorph body type was well defined.
"Bestill my fluttering heart...and another body part!" Jessica exclaimed.
"I'm flattered and glad you like what you see," I replied.
"I want to meet you and I mean like right now!," she said. "Sorry if I'm being too forward but I believe that when you see something you want you need to go for it!"
"LOL," I typed. "What do you do for a living, Jessica, if you don't mind my asking."
PING!
"Oh," she wrote, "Sorry - thought you'd guess since we're both 70. I'm retired, like you. So my schedule is very flexible. No time like the present - would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"
I kept making typos in my reply since I was typing way faster than I normally do. "Mamma C's at 6?"
PING!
"It's a date! Whoever gets there first asks for a table for two and let's the hostess knows the other will be in soon," she had typed.
I simply sent back a thumbs up emoji before closing my laptop and walking in my closet to decide what to wear. After trimming my beard, shaving my head and face, and a shower, I donned a pair of black jeans that had garnered compliments about my ass in the past. I paired them with a collared, blue polo shirt and then selected my navy blue "formal" leather trainers.
I was running a little early but, too anxious to wait, I decided to take the long route which should have me at the restaurant right on time. I grabbed the fob for the Mini, hit the button to open the garage door, and headed out.
Here in the mountains every route is chock full of twists and turns - just the type of roads the Mini is made for. It took all my will power to maintain a light foot so I wouldn't end up unfashionably early for our date. I timed it well (purely by luck) and pulled into the restaurant's parking lot at 5:59.