You were different. Every bone in my body could feel it after weeks of exchanging messages. There were unspoken words and a chemistry that would make my lady parts pulse and my heart pound in my stomach. Somehow, you knew how to touch me before we ever met.
I remember that holiday weekend all too well. The window of time was small. We were hoping that circumstances and timing would work in our favor to meet face-to-face for the first time.
I was running late, quickly located the bar where we had planned to meet and parked across the street. I grabbed my belongings and stepped out of the car exposing my long and toned legs in a short denim skirt with a cream-colored blouse. My hair was long and blonder than normal from an extended summer of sun. I turned around and there you were, all six feet and four inches of you casually walking towards me sporting a sexy grin. You knew it was me in an instant and before I could timidly extend my hand for a formal handshake, you wrapped your strong arms around me and kissed me tenderly on the lips. It was in that moment, you made me feel like I belonged. All the same, it was an unfamiliar feeling.
We casually walked into the bar, ordered some food and drinks and began to chat. Your voice had become a smooth glass of Pinot Noir over the last few weeks and I knew I was about to get drunk. I couldn’t stop admiring your tall athletic build, your dark hair and the salt and pepper in your shortly trimmed beard. I remember reaching out and gently stroking your scruff. God, it drove me crazy! I wanted to touch more of you but was trying to balance my nervousness with my want. You, on the other hand, had no problem handling me. You would caress my back, grab my ass and gently trace my naked thighs. I can remember your boldness and feeling your desire for me. I had been married 20 years but this…this chemistry was unchartered territory for this pretty girl.
We exited the bar and you walked me to my car. I found myself being courageous enough to invite you into the backset of my SUV. The second the door slammed, there were no awkward pauses or moments. Our lips and our hands instinctively reached for each other like it was a matter of survival. I was starving for you. Your lips were so soft and skilled, and the taste of your mouth was different than I’d ever sampled, and I wanted more. Your big hands made their way under my blouse fondling my breasts and the curves of my waist and hips. I had never felt so wanted. Your lips found their way to my nipples and almost instantly, I could feel my pussy get moist while your tongue danced across my skin.
There was something different about you. It wasn’t one specific thing. It was all of it. The way you engaged with me in conversation. The way you touched me. The way you earned my respect. Your gentleness and kindness. Your strength and masculinity. I wanted to show you how much I admired and appreciated you. Your cock was rock hard, and I wanted nothing more than to taste you and feel your hardness in my mouth. My lips locked onto you and I remember feeling a contented wave wash over me that I could please you. I wanted to keep pleasing you, but we were losing time and we both knew we wanted the inevitable.
You gently tugged my head up, drew my lips to yours and pulled my hips on top of your hard cock. I gasped! God, you felt amazing! I rode you up and down, back and forth in the back seat of my SUV crying out in pleasure cumming in what felt like seconds. I don’t think we were fucking for more than five minutes when you came with your own euphoric explosion. This was not ordinary. We both knew it. Something different had materialized but we had only scratched the surface.
We parted ways uncertain when we would see each other next. But goddammit, this was not going to be the last time. You were different.