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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I know we are all fabbers. Fab though means different things to different people. Some think that because you meet someone on a swinging site it’s all animalistic lust and physicality.
For me personally, it is much more than that.
Some of the most erotic, loving, intimate and sensuous moments of my life have been with those I have met online. I love everyone I meet, even if it’s just for a short time and when it’s over and they are gone I always have the memory of them locked away in a small place in my heart. For me the best connections begin in the mind and the best sex blows my mind in a much better way than anywhere else.
It was a cold, rainy, dank and depressing morning. One of those Sundays where the sky is overcast and there is just a grey sheet covering the world. The damp seems to seep into your body and soul and you look out of the window and just think Urggh.
I had my first cuppa, wondered what I was going to do for the rest of the day and came up with nothing. I just couldn’t be arsed.
I switched on my computer and settled down with a cup of tea. I had been single for a few months after over 20 years of faithful marriage and I have no shame in admitting that I felt lonely. I missed cuddling, kissing but most of all I missed connecting. I’m sure you have had the feeling in the bottom of your stomach. Like a yearning. Almost as if you have a hole that can’t be filled. You take deep breaths; you sigh and move around aimlessly. You know that there is nothing physically wrong with you but you’re restless, down and just feel off.
I logged onto my account at a well known, paid for dating site. I had been there for a month and my time was due to run out. I hadn’t really chatted with anyone and was of the opinion that everyone was up their own arse which was my fault not theirs. What I didn’t know at that time was you only get out what you put in.
There was one lady I had exchanged several hello’s but little else with and she was online. I asked how she was? Ok she replied. I asked if she had been on any dates? A couple.
“I would give my right arm for a date” I told her.
“What are you doing today?” came the reply.
“Whatever you want”
A date was set. 2.30 PM in Leeds.
She was maybe 5”2, had dyed shoulder length red hair. She had a figure that really suited her, maybe a size 14 or 16 and her face was pleasant. She was dressed in jeans but looked smart casual and walked with a little confidence. I liked her immediately.
We went to see a film, I offered to pay but she paid her own way. Halfway through the film her head rested on my shoulder and her hand began to wonder inside my thigh. As the film finished, we left the cinema and I asked if she would like something to eat?
“Do you have your car?”
“Yeah, it’s this way”
We arrived at my car, I opened the door for her and we sat. She leaned over and kissed me, actually that’s not accurate, she leaned over and began to devour me. I obviously went with it. I had been hoping for maybe a kiss later on but … we parted and came up for air.
“Lets go to your place”
“Ok”
There was little conversation on the way back. My belly had butterflies and my cock had a twitch. I had an idea what may be coming but didn’t want to plan too far ahead. We arrived at mine, left the car and I opened the door.
“Tea, Coffee?” I asked.
She shook her head, dropped her coat and walked straight up the stairs. I followed without another word.
At the top of the stairs she stopped and I pointed her to the bedroom. We walked through the door and she was in my arms, or maybe I was in hers. Either way we picked up where we had left off in the car.
Her hands began to wonder over my back, around my bottom and then came to the front of my trousers. She moved her body back a little to make room and undid my belt. I countered by lifting her top and taking it over her head. She found my waistband button and pulled, the rest of the buttons of my jeans unfastened at the same time. We kissed again, my hand reaching behind her to unfasten the clasp of her bra, I pulled it off one shoulder, then the other and it was soon on the floor. She knelt down, pulled my trousers and underpants down and took me into her mouth. Her hand at the tip of my cock I felt the warm softness of her mouth envelop me. She used her tongue to explore its head and then took the whole length into her mouth and down her throat, I felt her gag slightly and she pulled back, her teeth just caught me and I let out an involuntary wince before she did it again. She clasped my balls in her hand and squeezed before looking up at me. She had the face of an angel and her eyes were naughty. I couldn’t resist.
I pulled her back up to a standing position and kissed her before lifting her, carrying her and throwing her on the bed.
I stepped out of my trousers and underwear. I bent down and removed my socks and then I looked at her. I grabbed her and pulled her to the edge of the bed, she didn’t resist. She was semi naked, her erect nipples contrasting darkly with the paleness of her skin, a little excess skin around her stomach and her blue jeans looking a little tight. I unfastened her belt, top button and half of her zip before pulling down from her ankles, she was pulled forward slightly but the jeans began to move and I soon had them off. I could see she was wet through her knickers; they were a purple kind of colour and had a dark patch at her crotch. I knelt on the bed, put my hands at either side of her hips, put my thumbs inside her waistband and slowly and deliberately pulled them to her knees.
I moved my head up to hers and we kissed again. My hand went to her sex and immediately found her wetness.
I moved my fingers around her wetness. Our tongues were mixing with our saliva but it was wetter between her legs. I rubbed her and then my finger entered her and she arched and gasped immediately. I began to move my finger in and out of her, gently at first almost teasingly and then I increased my pace. I inserted a second finger and she got wetter.
“I want your whole hand inside me” she whispered. I didn’t react and carried on, she was still responding, we were still kissing and she was still gasping. She repeated again “I want your whole hand inside me” and then she moved.
I lay on my back, my right arm at my side was bent at the elbow and my saturated fingers were outstretched. She took my arm and moved it to a lower position and then she lowered herself gently onto my outstretched fingers. I put my fingers as close together as I could and she slid gently onto them. Past my nails, onto and beyond my phalanges and my knuckles. My palm disappeared and I was inside her up to my wrist.
This is when I fell in love with this lady.
She began to move rhythmically, slowly at first. Like a wisp in a meadow she gracefully swayed from her hips moving side to side, I watched her breasts move slightly, looked into her eyes as they opened and closed. She then also began to move up and down, very gently at first. I had closed my hand and could feel it inside of her, it was as though in a warm, moist soft cavern. I could feel each of her gentle, graceful movements as her uterus brushed me and then she increased her speed. As she did so she began to moan and she began to gush. I lay there and watched this performance, this dance of deviance, this ballet of eroticism and I loved every second if it. She got faster and faster and her pelvis gripped me more and more, she came for the first time and her juices flowed over my wrist, down may arm onto the bed. The more she orgasmed the more she wailed and the more she wailed the more physical and violent her movements became. She came again and again, the bed was saturated and the more her pelvis squeezed my wrist the more I thought it might break but I wasn’t going to stop, not for one second.
Eventually (probably after only 3 or 4 minutes) she arched her back and squeezed me one final time and then she lay on her side. I gently slid my hand from her and we lay, kissed and cuddled for a while. For the next five hours or so we fucked, licked, sucked, explored, kissed and fucked some more. Eventually we were laid in a very wet bed completely exhausted discussing what we would and would not like to do in the future and it was at this point she told me she was married.
Eventually we got up, I showered and then I took her home. I dropped her outside the house and we kissed for a final time.
I’ve never seen her since and probably never will but I will always have that cold, rainy, dank and depressing Sunday to fondly look back on.
Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed it.
Tyke x
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