I was bored. My husband was always traveling for business and I stayed at home. My daughter was living on her own as she turned eighteen and decided on college in a nearby town. She was expected home next week. I was watching a cute sexy movie and I must admit it made my thoughts wander.
My husband had not touched me for ages. When he came home, he was stressed out and exhausted, so we somehow never relaxed. We hadn’t been out for a drink, or dinner for months. The last occasion was my thirty-sixth birthday. He took me to a beautiful restaurant with a romantic atmosphere. He was warm and attentive and then we went home.
Once there his phone rang, and he got stuck in a work situation. By the time he had it sorted he was stressed and tired. As it was my birthday, he suggested we go to bed. He reached for me kissed me and touched me. However, he was in a hurry. His vibe was not intimate and loving, rather mechanical and hurried. After he came, he kissed me, and rolled over and went to sleep. And that was a good night of sex compared to most!
After I had a hot soapy bath in candlelight while I listened to music and sipped wine, I put on a sexy movie. The movie awakened a desire in me for a night with a man who wanted to be with me. My friend Sally had confided in me that she was in a marriage without any real intimacy. Her solution was to join Tinder.
She told me she met guys there that were cute, enjoyed being with her, loved the sex and had no ideas about having a relationship, so her marriage was not in danger of being challenged. As she said, “The last thing I need is a guy pushing for a relationship. I love my husband it’s just I need that flirtation, to feel attractive and desired as a woman.”
I knew exactly what she meant. To have a man look at me with desire in his eyes, to want to be with me and seducing me. It would make me feel sexy and confident. She shared some of her experiences and I was fascinated. A few weeks later, I had picked up my phone. It was midnight and I was alone, so I looked for Tinder and downloaded the app.
I quickly uploaded several photos and gave my details. I am a brunette with long hair, petite and look younger than I am and have firm breasts flat belly flat and shapely slender legs. My blue eyes are set in a pretty face, with a wide mouth with full lips that easily smile. My personality is outgoing and humorous.
After signing up I took out the premium subscription and began to explore the site...and Google the ‘ins and outs’ of Tinder dating. I began to swipe ...left, left, left, right... until I felt I had selected several suitable men. I had received a response from one of them. As I only swiped men that I felt were suitable, I was happy to message him. We had chatted and agreed we would meet.
Lying in bed in my sexy lingerie I decided to message him, and I texted him.
“Hi Tommy, I am available for a night out, as I am on my own the whole week. Sara.” I hoped he would read it as, “This week I can take her out and we can spend the night together.”
My idea was if the vibe was relaxed and there was a spark, I would go with him to his place. To my surprise, he answered immediately. He explained he was usually up late, so he saw my message. He asked if he could call and soon my phone rang.
“Hi Sara, Tommy here, great to speak to you at last,” said a deep masculine voice.
I was immediately weak at the knees. I hoped the photo on his profile was him. If so, he had two pluses... his looks and his voice. As we chatted, I found him attractive and sexy. He was warm, funny and had an edge of sexiness in his conversation. I relaxed. Perhaps it was the wine and the movie, but I found myself asking him,
“Tommy, what are you doing now?”
“Nothing, I’m quite bored.”
I glanced at my watch and saw it was 11.pm.
“If you want to come over that will be fine. I am bored myself and have been sipping some wine.”
“Sara, I’d love to come over if you don’t mind.”
I could hear the eagerness in his voice and my heart skipped a beat.
“That would be wonderful, I would love for you to come over.”
I gave him my address and he said he would be about 40 minutes. I assured him that would be fine. I put down my phone and thought I am taking a chance as I didn’t know him. I chided myself for hoping that he would take me right here tonight in this bed! I poured another glass of wine and couldn’t help feeling the excitement and the hopeful expectation.
He sounded great, he looks great and it would be wonderful if we spark and get some chemistry. As I had just bathed, I decided I should put some makeup on and some decent clothing. I did not want to come across as too slutty.
The doorbell rang. I had finally decided to wear a flowing skirt and a blouse. Conservative, yet feminine and I hoped sexy and appealing. I opened the door and there stood a tall dark-haired man with a good muscular frame. He was not over-muscled but certainly, he was not lacking. His eyes were blue and had a twinkle in them. His face broke into a warm smile.
“Hi, I am Tommy. It is so good to meet you!”
“I’m glad you could come over at such short notice.”
I invited him into the living room, and he stood to dominate the room and looked around.
“Sara, this is beautiful! Did you do the design?”
I blushed and said, “Yes.”
He complimented me again and I asked him to sit. He sat on the large sofa and I sat beside him and we chatted. It was just general chatter and I asked if he would like a drink. He asked for a whisky. I poured him a double over ice and handed it to him. As my hand touched his I felt the sparks, there was chemistry already in the room. I poured more wine and relaxed on the sofa beside him. The time flew past, and then he said he had to leave. I was disappointed but realised it was too late to start anything. He stood up and moved toward the door. At the door, he slowly turned and faced me.
