Twenty years ago, I used craigslist to post anonymous ads looking for older women interested in ongoing friends-with-benefits relationships. I was in my late twenties and had been exploring age-dynamic relationships through most of my sexual life, with both women and men.
Sometimes even together. I was attracted to the 'kink' of the age gap, but also found that those 15-20 years my senior, especially women, were more confident and knowledgeable about what they wanted in a sexual relationship.
Bubbles responded to one of my ads in early summer, so early it was still, technically, spring. She was light on details of her life, and wasn't big on sharing photos of herself either, which is how I ended up calling her 'Bubbles' throughout our relationship. The email she used to respond to my ad was bblgmgurl, and it wouldn't be until our first meeting in person that I would learn her real name was Denise. Which was also my sister's name, so I was happy to keep using a pet name with her.
Bubbles and I exchanged a lot of emails over the course of our first three weeks chatting, usually with more than one reaponse a day from each of us. Our communications started out very vanilla as we discussed our lives and what each of us hoped to receive from a relationship together, but soon turned to very lurid fantasies of what we'd like to do with the other. As an exhibitionist, I was very happy to snap and send photos of myself for her to lust over, while the most revealing thing she ever shared with me was a green, thong-covered shot of her ass.
Bubbles was hesitant to meet in person, citing a string of 'no-shows' she had experienced over the last few years which had left her a little jaded; she also was open and honest about her perception that I was 'fucking with her' and not serious about meeting. She had divorced her husband a few years ago and found dating again to be difficult and challenging.
But after a couple weeks of chatting, I left town for a week to attend an annual family gathering, and our seductive chat ratchetted up considerably, our emails leaving me with a near permanent hard-on throughout my vacation. I was lusting after her hard and made concrete plans to meet her in person after work, the Monday I returned from my trip. I proposed meeting up for lunch on Sunday -- mere hours after I returned -- but she had other plans and we settled on Monday night.
Monday was excruciating for me at work: trying to play catch-up from a week out of office while my mind was fully focused on my plans that evening. I agreed to drive the 30 minutes north to where she lived, agreeing to call her when I was on the way, and she'd confirm a meeting place for us. I didn't receive an email from her all day, and my concerns were heightened when the first call I placed to her, as I was leaving the office, went directly to voicemail. Was she going to no-show on me after all her concerns about me standing her up?? But I kept driving and 10 minutes later when I called again, she picked up in a very hushed tone on the first ring, telling me she was still at work and would call me back in 5 minutes.
When she called back, she asked me to meet her in the back section of the parking lot of a well-known retailer and hung up before I could even confirm the location with her. But when I arrived, I spotted the purple Trans Am she had described to me previously sitting alone in the back of the parking lot. I pulled up next to her and asked if she wanted to grab a drink or something, but she declined and instead asked me to come sit in her car and talk for a bit.
I exited my car and joined her in hers, sitting in the front passenger seat. The photos she sent me did her no justice, and I was quick to inform her that I thought so. She demurred, and said I was obviously lying, but I took her right hand in mine and placed it on my erect cock, then looked back into her eyes and told her how I had been thinking about her all day. She squeezed my cock through my pants and gave a low volume, "oh my" as she started running her hand along the full length, her eyes watching her hand slide along my erection. I tapped her chin with my right hand and leaned in for a kiss, soft at first but soon my tongue penetrating past her lips as I brought my right hand around to her neck and pulled her in closer, our kiss building in passion and she took her hand off my hard cock and brought it to my cheek.
"Whew' she responded as I ended the kiss, eliciting a smile from my lips. "That was nice," she added.
"I've been thinking about kissing you for a long time," I injected, bringing her lips back to mine for another quick kiss.
"There are so many places on your body I want to put my lips," I said to her as our kiss ended, looking her squarely in her bright emerald-colored eyes.
Bubbles didn't respond but shifted her position in her seat to rest against the car door and sit facing me from the side. Her long, curly red hair flowed well past her shoulders, and she wore a modest black t-shirt and slacks. I leaned in for another kiss, but she moved her head away and took my hands in hers, letting us sit there together staring into each other's eyes as silence filled the car again.
"What do you want to do now?" I asked, breaking the quiet.
"Let's go grab a drink" she declared, starting up her car. "You want to follow me over to the bar in your car?" she asked.
"Ummm, sure" I stammered, confused by the changing events. "Where are we headed?" I asked for clarification.
"There's a little bar just down the road here called, 'Dewey's'. Meet over there, you can follow me over" she added, reaching down into her purse and pulling out a pack of Virginia Slims. I opened the car door on my side and slide out, walking around the front of the car as I watched her light up the cigarette. I poked my head in and asked slyly, "So this is how you're going to ditch me?" laughing a bit at the end.
"Maybe." she confirmed. "Do you not want to get a drink?"
"Oh, I'm happy to get a drink" I responded, poking my head inside her car from the open window. "I'd rather take you home and get your naked though" I added, leaning in for a kiss that she accepted, her cigarette held between two fingers against my cheek.
"Let's go get a drink first" she declared, pushing me away slightly and putting the car into reverse. She pulled out of the spot quickly and raced away as I stood rooted to the spot next to my car.
I was sure this was all on put-on, but as I pulled into Dewey's parking lot a couple minutes later, I noticed her empty purple Trans Am and parked next to it. I walked inside and found her returning from the bar with a pitcher of beer in one and two empty glasses in the other, nodding towards a high-top table nearer to the pool tables. She set the beer down and headed back to the bar, retrieving two shots of brown liquor, and setting them down on the table, pushing one towards me while she held up the second. Standing next to her, I realized I was about half a foot taller than her which we must not have discussed during our chats.
"To tonight" she declared, clinking glasses with me and throwing back the shot before I had time to think clearly. "Wooo," she shouted, before picking up the pitcher and pouring us each a beer, both of us quickly chasing the shot with a large gulp of beer. I topped off our glasses as she came around the table and grasped my arm, pulling me over to the nearest pool table and asking me to, "rack em up."
"I have to be honest with you," I told her as she started to let go of my arm, "I am a terrible pool player. Like I'm not going to get one ball in bad."
She smiled in return and whispered close to my ear, "oh, this will be fun for me then" and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before walking towards the far wall where cue sticks were hung on the wall. "Rack em up and I'll break for us," she declared, chalking up her chosen stick as she walked back towards me.
And I'm sure she had a lot of fun because on the first game, she ran the entire table before I even got a turn to go once. And then she killed me in the second game, which caused me to buy the second pitcher of beer. And indeed, she won the third game even though I successfully managed to pocket two balls in that game.
As the games continued, and the drinks flowed, our bodies got closer together. She'd squeeze my ass when she walked by me or stand right in front of my and wiggle her ass into my crotch. For someone who hadn't had a lot of sex over the last few years, she knew how to tease a man.
About midway through our fourth game, activity in the bar started picking up and I realized we'd probably have to surrender our table pretty soon to other patrons. As we finished, a couple of guys approached and asked for winner for the next game, but Bubbles replied that wouldn't be necessary and we handed over the table to them.
"What now?" I asked her as we returned to our table. She finished the remains of her beer in one quick gulp and putting the glass back on the table, asked, "Well I have a pool table at home, so we can continue this party there if you want?"
"Well of course you kicked my ass, you have a table at home!" I declared in shock outrage, as if I stood any chance at beating her in pool. "But yes, I'd love to go back to your place" and gave her a big smile.