Marc has been waiting impatient at the little gloomy cafe he agreed to meet with her. Her was the woman behind the nickname in his messenger client that has kept him up at night for over 5 months. They shared everything, and even more in the last months, they started to have a sexual theme in their chats that cause him to have to wash between his legs before going to bed. She was able to get into his mind and make his blood boil in a sec. He has been dreaming about her for days, for this moment. Her pictures just increase his appetite for her lust and skin instead of calm him down. On the other hand, she was having the same feelings too. She couldn't wait to return home at night and log in to find his prince of lust and happiness. he has made her nights more warm and cozy, after her several years as a divorce mom, she felt she was becoming the object of true desire. She didn't care how many hours she spend in weekends in front of her computer just feeling his presence.
She made a quick entrance, the cafe door swing as she walks in, desire and security in his face, as she scanned the place for him. Finally she found him, a big smile drew on her face as she lowered her sunglasses. She walks towards the small table in a corner as he saw him waving at her.
Marc's heart was racing, he couldn't believe to finally meet her, he waved at her as he waited for her to arrive. He study her body under a modern casual outfit. Her hair was straight but kinda wild, she was wearing a tight t-shirt that made her big tits noticeable. A pair of jeans with a chain belt around her waist. Her skin was lightly dark toned with luscious big lips.
-You don't know how much i missed you last night baby- said with a smile as she gave him a sloppy wet kiss on his cheek. An old couple turn around to watch them as she sat down, as the old lady gives Marc a look of disapproval.
-Really, I'm sorry, but I had to go to that birthday- replied Marc.
-It's ok...so how are you? what do you think?- she says as she sat straight as a manner to show herself to him.
Marc was silent, couldn't say a word, he just blushed.
-I..eeerr...I...- he took a breath, as he laugh. -I mean...I'm shocked, I dreamt about you so many nights, that now I'm shaking-
She took his hand quickly, caressing it -Oh baby, don't worry, I won't hurt you. Quite the opposite, all I want is to make you feel good- smiled as she winked at him.
Marc nodded and had some more coffee. They talked a couple of hours as the day was coming to an end and the streets were getting darker. They talked about the same things they did at night, but reinforcing what they felt and thought. he asked her if she was still ok about the age difference, she being 44 yrs old and mother of two, and he only being 22 yrs old single kid was quite a thing to discuss. But she reassures him that she wanted him really bad, and that he was making her feel like no man her age could.
With nothing more to say they left the cafe and walk down the streets to a small apart hotel a couple of blocks away.
They entered the clerk office and he payed for a room for a couple of hours. The elevator was pretty small and made the journey to the third floor very cozy. She kept smiling at him every time their eyes met.