Prelude to passion
We had been speaking for some time online and the sexual tension was
there immediately. Both of us being married and not exactly happy with
our sex lives, we agreed that we should first meet in public for a
drink. When I arrived at the bar, the hostess approached me and told
me that my "date" is waiting for me at the bar. Having never met, I
was unsure what to expect. There was this GODDESS, leaning seductively
against the bar in a skin tight one piece dress that ended just below
that alluring ass. I bought her a few drinks as we talked, briefly
kissed softly, and lightly caressed her legs with my fingers as we
sat. We agreed to go for a ride to talk more and found a nice, quiet
spot to park. We kissed softly and suddenly I couldn't keep my hands
off of her. She was amazing! Sexy, romantic, intelligent, passionate,
funny, and wicked side to her that rivaled my own. We were both doing
all we could to not make love right there in the car. We touched,
kissed, moaned, licked and enjoyed eachothers company immensely to say
the least. I couldn't believe I had this gorgeous vixen in front of
me, wanting me as much as I wanted her. I hadn't felt that alive in so
long and it felt wonderful! After what seemed like hours of kissing,
teasing and touching, we composed ourselves and drove back to the bar
for another drink. If it were not for our damned sense of
responsibility to get home to our lives, I could have easily spent
days giving this woman pleasure, ravaging every square inch of her
body until we both collapsed from exhaustion in eacho thers arms. We
finally left, realizing our "quick drink" had turned into hours of
teasing and groping, both of us knowing it wouldn't be long until we
met again to take our newly found passions a step further. I watched
her as she left, admiring her sexy form and noticing the look in her
eye? looking forward to our next encounter.
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