FabSwingers.com: S (43) , Woman in Lowestoft, East Midlands, UK

Sometimes shy, sometimes confident, always fabulous... sexy dork, with bright red hair and pretty tattoos. Like everyone else I haven't got unlimited time for this stuff, what with family, work etc etc. So I've been enjoying the Greedy Girls night at the Annex recently as I get to meet a load of guys at once, and then go back to mum life for a couple of weeks. So chances are if we're going to meet I'll suggest getting together there.

Very occasionally I'll come across the sort of guy on here who I want to meet separately, but we're talking Ryan Reynolds or Tom Hardy special here.

I don't want endless get-to-know-you chit chat messaging. Time is precious, life is too short! And I don't want a fuck buddy or average sex. I want one-off incredible dates! Fantasy experiences, mind-blowing, lip biting, leg trembling, cant-quite-believe-it-happened stuff.

I'm happily married to a wonderful man, and meet other couples, and go to couple club nights and socials with my husband. We have a joint profile too - FabulousTwo! - so if you're a cool couple please take a look over there.

I wrote a little thing recently, following a completely unplanned encounter, which left me tingling still a week later. If you're interested, and have some time you can read about it below.

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So, I was on a long journey for a weekend away. I'm on the motorway alone in my car.

I overtake a car, as you do. Barely notice it. And there's some sort of hocus pocus, because shortly afterwards the same car overtakes me. I notice, look over, smile. Cute guy smiles back...

So I think, aw that's a sweet little moment. It brightens up my journey.

After a little while I start to think - hmm, me and this other car, we're sort of driving together. As if we're in convoy, but obviously not...

I must be imagining this, but are we doing this intentionally? Is he? I start to feel flutters in my stomach. A wonderful tingling "down there". I start to think about what I'm wearing... I'm checking myself out in the mirror. How do I look? What did he see?

We get to the part where the motorway goes one way and the toll road goes the other, and this car he's going off towards the toll. I wasn't planning to, and I dither for a minute. If I don't act now he'll be gone for good and that's the end of whatever this is. What it could be. I decide - fuck it! I change lanes and follow him...

I'm instantly regretting it. Worrying that he noticed and thinks I'm a crazed motorway killer. My mind is running away with itself. Maybe he hasn't noticed, so I'm safe, I've got away with being a bit nuts. Or possibly, just possibly there's a weird connection between us. From a nanosecond of a look from across lanes in the motorway. That doesn't seem possible though.

The way we've gone it's pretty quiet, and it's got to be obvious I'm just driving along behind him. I'm horny and way overthinking about what's happening. And he slows right down in the left hand lane, so I've basically got to overtake him. What is he thinking? Is he waiting for me? Am I kidding myself? This is it. Deep breath! Just drive!

I get to the point that we're alongside each other. This is what I wanted. But now I'm embarrassed. This is ridiculous! He looks over, gives me this big grin, and gestures with his head. It's subtle, but I know exactly what he means. He's saying "Get off the motorway with me?" It's what I wanted, what I hoped was happening, but didn't quite believe could be.

I answer his question with a smile and and an almost nonexistent nod. Fucks sake, what am I actually doing? I follow him to the next services. It's excruciatingly far! Plenty of time to change my mind, end this ridiculous charade, and continue my journey like a regular, sane person. But, I've come this far... The services finally appear. He turns off. I follow. Obviously. Completely fucking nuts!

So we park up. Now, I've done A LOT of horny stuff, with a lot of people, but this was so random and so unexpected. And I guess I'm not quite as cool and confident as I'd sometimes like people to think. My stomach is doing butterflies. My pussy is tingling and squirming. But I'm not going to stop this. I get out of the car. I have a quiet word with myself for a second. Come on, Sarah! I walk over to his car and go "Why the fuck did I just follow a stranger off a motorway?" (yes, that's the best I could come up with) And he grins again... "I don't know, do you wanna get in?"

There's small talk. I guess neither of us had really thought this far ahead. Then he goes for it. He unzips his fly. Takes out his already hard cock. In that moment it's the best cock I've ever seen! Juices are already leaking from him. And I have him in my mouth before I know it!

I'm wearing jeans. His hand goes to the back of my waistband as I'm stretching to devour his gorgeous cock. And he's fumbling, trying to get a hand on me. I swear I'm soaking through my teeny thong! I need to help him out, my cunt is throbbing, and I need the release. I undo my belt, my jeans, and push his hand inside me! He fingers me hard, lifting me off the seat. I'm arched and groaning and dying for more of his cock!

He pulls my head back down, and he's in my mouth. He groans and cums quickly. And then we're done. It's not enough, but it has to be. We smile at each other. Anything else now would ruin it. Let's not pretend it's going to be anything more than it is. If I leave right now it's a fucking awesome memory. A great story to tell, perhaps (to tell my husband?)

I flash my winning coy/sexy/fabulous smile, and say "see ya", and I'm out of the car. He's pulled away before I'm back behind my own wheel, thinking "did that actually just happen?"

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