It was a cold late Saturday morning when I entered the divey mexican restaurant on the corner near my apartment. It certainly wasn't an ideal meeting place ("first date" feels like too strong of a phrase) but given her rigid schedule and my fear of being noticed by someone I might know or just noticed at all, it felt like the best public place to have a private conversation.
Given the context of our conversation up until this point, I think I was more nervous to meet in person than I had ever been for a job interview. It was like the moment before bungee jumping (something I've never done and would never do). Why am I doing this? Well, you obviously wanted it at some point and it feels a little late to change your mind now, dude.
When she walked in wearing a fur coat and a comfortable smile, I thought fuck, ok, this is happening. Act cool. She gave me a warm hug and immediately calmed my nerves with her confident presence. This is a woman, I thought. A real woman. I had been on dates with nervous women, awkward women, insecure women. She was none of those things. This was nothing for her.
After a few moments of small talk about the weather and what it means to be from the midwest (she says she's down to earth, but not earthy) we picked up our conversation from Tinder. Once again I was taken aback by how comfortable she was opening up. This woman, I thought to myself, knows herself. She knows who she is and it doesn't scare her to talk about it. She talked about being several years past her mid-forties sexual revolution. She's married, has a son, a home in the suburbs. In many ways, she's an American cliché. Except she's incredibly horny and thirsty to expand her sexual horizons.
Despite her confident swagger, she was more than happy to follow my lead to try out a fantasy I had already shared. It seemed novel to her, like a unconventional date plan. Why not? Our conversation, although it wasn't at all graphic, immediately aroused me. I don't think I had ever had such a candid conversation about sex with a woman in public at this point in my life. I was hard and I could feel myself lubricating too. I played it cool but my heart was beating out of my chest.
We said goodbye outside, a tender hug and an agreement to make plans soon. I walked home, went to my room, immediately started masturbating. Standing, with one knee kneeling on the mattress, I came all over and soaked the boxers I had worn the day before and had laid out on the bed with cum.
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When my roommates told me they'd be gone for a long weekend, I immediately thought of Paula. Although her and her husband had what sounded like a solid agreement around their open-relationship, it was non-negotiable that any moments shared together between us would not be at her home. She responded to my text with enthusiasm. See you Friday night.
As Friday wound down, my nerves again picked up. We had agreed to just meet at my place. No dinner, no drinks. The meeting itinerary was simple. Although she hadn't tried anything like the fantasy I had proposed, she was in the mood before even arriving.
