Doc rang the bell at Marty's apartment ten minutes early. They had been Inter-netting for three years. This was the first time the two would meet face-to-face. He was a nervous as a school boy.
Marty was almost twenty years his junior. Yet they communicated and spoke of everything from the erotic to the mundane. She was really very intelligence.
Their talks revealed a very mature and smart lady. She was one of the few people that ever made Doc feel dumb. That’s why he had to meet Internet vixen.
He had driven eight hundred miles to Louisville. The woman was just too irresistible to not want to meet. Now standing outside her apartment there was an illogical fret she might not answer the door.
Doc and Marty met over an Internet game. After a few games the two found they had much in common. It wasn’t long before pictures and real names where exchange. Their friendship grew over the next months.
At first the conversations covered the normal subjects of life, hobbies and family. Soon they drifted into more adult subjects. Finally the two cyber and then phone calls. Still, the bulk of their talks were the normal chat between friends.
The old cliché of “Young enough to be my daughter” fit her. Doc was fifty-five and Marty was thirty-seven. But she could debate and discuss any subject with a maturity beyond her years.
One night Doc asked permission to come and visit her. At first Marty thought he was joking. He wasn’t.
Her major concern was that they could lose what both had gain over the months. He made it clear the just to meet her was a moral imperative. The younger woman finally agreed.
Doc had arrived in town that morning. He called Marty. To his surprise, she was glad he had actually showed up.
The older man offered to take Marty to dinner. She countered by had inviting him over for a casual home cooked dinner. The silver haired traveler just couldn’t turn down that offer!
She opened the door wearing Levi jeans and a causal sweater. She was a fox from the pictures and now standing in front of her now only made that a reality. His eyes automatically traveled up and down her body.
She was a slender beauty. Her form was compact and firm. A gentle loveliness. A real country beauty.
"Damn! You’re beautiful!" Doc exclaimed absent-mindedly, "I think I’m outta my class."
She actually blushed. The older man admiration was so simple and true. Doc was younger looking than his pictures would indicate.
“I’m not disappointed either, Doc,” she invited, “Please come in.”
Taking his arm, Marty escorted the visitor into the dinning room. She smelled wonderful. It was a turn on. He fraught not to get an erection.
Doc made assurances that expectation dinner and a conversation was the only thing . The older man intended to live up to that promise. Despite the few hot conversations between the two, he did regard the pretty brunette as a lady.
“I hope this meetin’ wasn’t force on your part,” Doc apologized, “ But I just couldn't wait to see you any longer."
"That's Ok.” Marty admitted, “I was anxious to meet you too.”
“Now,” the older man smiled, “makes me feel alot better!”
“Place your jacket on the chair over there,” she offered pointing to a large recliner in the corner. “Then come with me into the kitchen.” She moved away saying, “Dinner’s almost ready."
Doc followed Marty. He had to admire the young rounded butt. He sat down at the kitchen table while she completed the preparations.
The oversized sweater would fall open at the neck easily. Marty had no bra on. Doc didn’t want to but he had to sneak a peek like a hormone driven teenager.
The tanned breasts were rounded with very dark nipples on top. They were firm. They were very kissable.
“You dirty ol’ man!” Doc chastised himself.
Marty’s long brunette hair was pulled back into a ponytail. It waved like a banner with movement. The Dixie maiden was a natural beauty.
Her body was athletic and feminine. She was a woman most men could only dream of meeting. Certainly a girl Doc thought he would never meet like this again!
As she placed dinner on the table, Marty asked, “Doc. Could you get the wine from the refrigerator?”
He nodded acknowledgement. Got up and removed the wine. Then he proceeded to pour a couple of glasses full.
The two settled in at the table. Both were in the uncomfortable quiet that is normal on a first meeting situation. Finally he raised a glass.
“To the Internet!” Doc toasted, "An’ to an extremely foxy lady."
Marty drank to the toast. A girlish smile came across a set of ruby lips. Even on the NET he was a charmer.
The meal was excellent. The traditional small talk continued through dinner. They were two people raising the level of a liaison.
After the meal they went into the living room. Both settled in on the couch. They stared at each other wondering what next.
“I must admit,” Marty, the first to speak, confessed, “you’ve been everything I have expected so far.”
“Is that a good thing,” Doc quipped, “or bad thing?”
“It’s a good thing,” She assured reaching back removed the tie from the hair
The brunette mane flair outward. The fell down onto a set of rounded shoulders and down to the small of the back. The tress enhances a lovely face.
“Omi,” he admired innocently, “You just keep gettin’ more beautiful!”
“Doc, I’m notta tease.” She invited in a soft voice, “I would like a kiss if you’re willin’.”
“I would be insane to refuse that offer,” the older man responded leaning forward.
Marty closed eyes feeling his lips touch hers. Her arms reached out pulling him closer. She kissed back.
The intensity of the kiss increased. Doc ran fingers through the red tinged brunette mane. Two soft hands tightened behind his neck. Her lips parted and his tongue began to probe. The pair of tongues dance a tango as they French.
Doc’s hands tenderly caressed the smooth shoulder blades. They then moved to the small of the back. The exploring hands finally slid lower over a set of firm ass cheeks.
“Ooooooooh,” she moaned, feeling the mature hands on the solid bottom.
Marty placed a curvy leg over to straddle Doc's thighs. Giving a smile, the sexy brunette sat on his lap. A gentle peck on the lips was given.
Doc’s hand traced from the long neck slowly descending to the waist of the sweater. It moved inside the bottom and across a flat abdomen. It continued up between the rounded breasts.
