Thirty-four year old Kerry's hands were shaking as she drove through the city towards central park and the twenty year old man she was meeting on this Wednesday night. For the past two months Kerry and Greg had been chatting online, interaction that had blossomed and devolved into phone conversation while Kerry's husband was out, and now they were to meet for the first time, the passion for each other which had birthed from the first time they had met in the chat room now uncontrollable, and not even the fact that Kerry had been married for three years and had a young son would stop them from meeting.
Greg, who was trying not to admit to himself that he had fallen for this married woman, was sitting anxiously on a bench at the war memorial in the centre of town, waiting for Kerry who was going to pick him up so that they could go somewhere more private for their first meeting.
It had seemed like a lifetime since they had first met in the chat rooms, and what had started as simple innocent friendship had developed into a feeling both never imagined they could have for someone who differed in age so much. The first time they had engaged in cyber sex Kerry had felt guilty, thinking of her husband and what he would think if he ever found out, but the excitement of the event had taken over, and making love on the net had become a regular occurrence right up to the night before they were to meet for real.
As Greg sat in nervous contemplation of what he was doing, he didn't noticed a figure approach him from not far down the street. It was not until she was standing over him, hands behind her back, waiting to be acknowledged, that he noticed her there, clothed in a short black skirt and purple top that made her look a professional business woman. She had painted her nails purple for the occasion, something she rarely bothered to do, and Greg couldn't believe that she was even more beautiful than the only picture she had send him. Her skin was lightly tanned, she had long powerful legs, and though she wasn't super thin she could be no means be called fat either, not by a long shot.
'Kerry?' Greg asked getting up.
'Greg?'
He was taller than she imagined, his height stretching above her own. Greg had long sandy blonde hair and an athletic figure, and she felt her heart jump a beat as she noticed all of these things.
'We have to go,' Kerry suddenly blurted, 'I'm double parked.'
Greg was a bit taken back by this, but together they walked at a hurried pace down the street to where she had parked. It was a purple Rav4, purple a colour scheme Greg had only now realised was a thing for her, and together they got in and took off into the night.
They sat in silence as they exited the city and made their way north on the freeway, Kerry glancing over at him now and then with nerves.
'So where are we going,' Greg finally asked as they turned off the main motorway and headed away from the traffic.
'I'm not sure,' she admitted, 'I think there are a few spots by the lake where we can be alone for a while.'
'Are you disappointed?' Greg suddenly asked.
'What do u mean?'
'Am I not what you expected?'
She smiled and for a time her hand touched his leg caringly until her driving forced her to stop. 'I think you're fantastic, I'm just a little nervous. I've never met anyone from the internet before.'
'I have met a few people,' he admitted, 'just as friends, its not as scary as you imagine, I'm harmless.'
She pulled into the dark gravel parking lot beside the lake and its picnic area, which at this time of night was deserted. Kerry turned off the engine and they got out, walking the few metres down the hill together where they found a park bench and sat.
Greg instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist and she turned to stare into his eyes in the dim light. 'I'm glad I'm here with you, it's about time we met.'
'Me too. How long do you have? You're not going to be in trouble for this are you?'
'Its fine,' she smiled a shy expression and moved closer to him, 'my husband is out of town on business and I left Patrick with my parents for the night.' Her hand slid to his leg and started rubbing gently. 'But I do have work in the morning, so I can't be out all night.'
Greg was about to say something it was too late, her lips were on his, and he was lost in her touch. She ran her hands up his back under his shirt as he returned her passion, her taste, her smell, everything about her erotic.
Greg slid a hand up her skirt and started stroking her most private place. She moaned, grinding against his hand before he pushed her down and her back fell against the bench, Greg on top of her and breathing heavily.
His lips moved from her for the moment and she felt them attack her neck and shoulders.
