It wasn't like her, but she couldn't help it. Bryan had been gone for six months now, and Jamie was lonely. She logged onto the computer and connected to the net. After a few minutes, she signed onto one of the sites that promised quiet affairs for a small price. She had met a few other guys here, before she had settled down with Bryan, and had been pleased. She entered her credit card number, her screen name, password, and pressed enter. Within 20 seconds, she was connected. She updated her profile with a pic she had taken a few hours ago, and clicked on the tab at the top of the page marked "Browse Profiles."
Within minutes, she found a guy that was only a half hour from her. She clicked on his profile, and up popped the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. Green flecked with gold, they startled her a few seconds. She scrolled down the page, seen he was her age, 24, and clicked "connect with me." A window popped up, and she typed in her personal info. She also gave him her screen name on messenger, and sent it. Surprisingly, he responded quickly.
Lonely Hard: Hi, sweetheart. Want to talk?
Sweetheart? Sexy and sweet. Jamie quickly typed in a response.
Married and Searching: Sure. See you're from around here...I mean, near me.
Lonely Hard: Yep. Your screen name must say it all. You lonely too?
Married and Searching: Yeah, hubby's in the army. Gone for a while. What about you?
Lonely Hard: Not attached but sure am lonely.
They talked for an hour, give or take a few minutes. They described themselves, flirted, and exchanged phone numbers. When an hour and a half came, he asked if she wanted to meet sometime soon. Jamie stared for a few minutes at her screen. Did she want to meet? Her relationship with Bryan wasn't bad. But ever since he had left, she had felt as if a huge part of her was missing. But did she really want to risk losing him? But one date couldn't hurt. Right?
They set up a time and a place, a bar about halfway in between them at 7:30. Looking at the clock, and seeing it was already 5:45, she told him she was going to get ready and logged off. Jumping into the shower, she quickly washed her hair, lingering in washing her body, dreaming about Bryan's hand running over her naked, wet body. She was getting turned on fast and with a quick sigh, decided she wasn't getting her goals accomplished.
She got out of the shower at 6, quickly shaving her legs. She had waxed since the night Bryan had said he loved the feeling of a smooth pussy, so she didn't have to worry about that. She slathered on lotion, humming a song as she walked to her closet. She ended up picking out a cherry red halter dress that was amazing against her smooth, pale skin. She slipped it over her head and slipped into black thongs. She walked back into the bathroom and blow dried her hair straight. It fell in a black sheet straight down her back, a little bit past her shoulder blades.
By 6:45, she had her make-up done and was checking her reflection in the mirror. When she was satisfied, she slipped into black stilettos and headed out to her car. Climbing behind the wheel of the Corvette, she took a long deep breath. This was it. After a few seconds she pulled out of the drive way. Well, she thought, here goes nothing.
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Chris was nervous. He had seen her picture, but in person, her beauty was magnified ten times. She was tiny! His 6' 1" frame was gigantic compared to her. But, knowing that he a chance to be buried deep inside of her kept him in a state of continuous arousal for the whole night. By 11:30, they had downed a few beers and were getting along famously. He had already gotten a dozen glimpses down her top when she bent over to hit the cue ball. Playing pool was something Chris was normally good at, but tonight he couldn't concentrate to save his life!
He was tired of going home to an empty home. Since the last relationship he had, almost 4 years ago, he just couldn't seem to figure out what he wanted in dating. After a one night stand, he figured out that whatever he decided, he needed to keep a steady sex buddy. And he had a few. He was good in bed, or so the girls he'd been with said. He took care of himself, and it showed. He wasn't ripped, but it showed in the way he moved, graceful and seriously.
