***My first story. Comments are appreciated to help improve writings. Thanks!!***
I woke up one morning and signed on to AOL as I always do to check my email. The familiar voice saying "You've Got Mail" didn't surprise me; I always had mail. Almost all of it was junk but the last message caught my eye; It was a message from a website I had an account in.
Curious, I double clicked to find a message from an older man finding interest in my profile and in me and wanting an email back. He gave me a brief description of his looks: 6'3, Blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders.
At first I wasn't interested, but figured I would give him the common courtesy of replying. "Hey thanks for the email but I'm not exactly interested in anything right now. Thanks though!"
I figured that would be good. I really wasn't interested in some online role-playing or whatever it was he wanted. I'm 18 years old and that just seemed to be like I was lowering myself and my standards. Many see me as pretty, even beautiful. I never used to believe it until I started to see myself in a new light. I have long chocolate brown hair reaching to the middle of my back, fair skin and beautiful green eyes.
I'm only 5'2 and considerably shorter than most girls. I'm not the skinniest of girls either and I have curves with a large chest and round ass. Both were assets that ex boyfriends had loved.
It only took about 20 minutes to get another respond from him. His name is Leo and he let me know that he wasn't interested in any online cybering and just that he wanted to get to know me.
He didn't sound too dangerous so I let him know my name and told him about some of my interests. Back and forth we messaged for a few days which turned quickly into weeks and then into months.
After about 2 months, we knew everything about each other. He's 40 years old and works as an English professor at a nearby college.
He's not married and has no kids and works out regularly to stay fit. We also got into sexual fantasies and found that we have many of the same interests.
He's a Dom. and I'm submissive and we love the thought of father daughter role-playing and frequently read stories online reflecting such. This connection as well as our budding friendship made us want to meet in person.
We scheduled for a Friday and set to meet at a bookstore/cafe.
I took a shower about 2 hours before the time we were to get together. In the shower the water ran over my skin and down my chest; in between my breasts. The water felt so good and my skin began to tingle.
I washed all over, massaging my breasts as I went and my nipples perked up. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins and I could feel my little clit buzzing with anticipation.
I wasn't exactly expecting sex but with our erotic conversations, I had so many thoughts about him. I brought my hand down my stomach and then down to my smooth mound. I always kept it clean shaven and most of the men I've dated seemed to appreciate it.
I quickly stroked my sensitive clit and a small moan escaped my mouth. I could feel my pussy getting wet with my hot juices and for a second forgot that I was on a time schedule and had to get moving.
I wasn't able to get myself off, but I was able to pleasure myself enough for then.
I quickly turned the water off and dashed to my room to get dressed. I was going for casual but sexy and managed to do so after trying on several different outfits.
I went with nice fitting jeans with a brown tank top, beaded on the top with just a little bit of lace bordering the chest line and bottom. My white lace push up bra and matching thong worked perfectly.
I applied my usual makeup and let my hair stay down straight. With one last look in the mirror, I took a deep breath and grabbed my keys.
I was sitting at a small table for two when I saw him come in. He looked just like he described and even better than I saw in pictures.
He saw me instantly and smiled; I smiled back and got up to greet him. A quick kiss on the cheek and we sat down and started small talk.
Butterflies in my stomach fluttered and sent sensations all the way to my pussy. I was getting wet again and I could feel it as I crossed my legs. For our first encounter, there weren't any awkward silences and we laughed and chatted for nearly an hour and a half before we realized how much time had passed.
The sun had set and he asked me if I wanted to go back to his apartment and we could order dinner or watch a movie.
I agreed and got into my car to follow him. The whole ride to his apartment I was trying to stroke my clit to relieve myself as best as I could because I knew if I didn't things may heat up and I wasn't sure if I was ready for that yet. I turned off my car in his parking lot and he came to open my door. 'Such a gentlemen!' I thought to myself. I guess chivalry really isn't dead.