Sedentary, quiet, and simple are words to describe my life. I was due for a change. Now I needed something for myself, I wanted to take a risk and meet a stranger on a train. I didn't want a commitment, I wanted passion. A word that had been floating around my brain for a long time. I joined an online chat forum and met many nice and kind people, but only one piqued my interest--a man who had questions, was smart, and loved music.
In our many conversations, I found him intuitive, warm, a little serious, a great listener, and perceptive. But most of all he had passion. Boatloads of passion. He wasn't the same old "it happens for a reason." The reason is choice. Now I'm choosing to do something I haven't done in a very long time.
This man lived somewhere in Texas. I knew that he had a dog and a cat. He worked and had a heart attack in his 30s. In a very short time, we were drawn to each other. We shared our life, but not necessarily our day-to-day stuff. It was more about songs we liked, our values, and life experiences. One day, I realized that I was so happy just thinking about chatting with him. As the hours crept slowly by until the time he usually showed up on the chat, I had horrible stomach pain and a headache. Was this more than like? During that chat we decided no more code names, we needed to have a phone conversation so that is what we did.
My phone rang and finally, it was David. I wanted to jump up and down. "Hi, Liz, I'm happy to hear your voice." We spoke about the songs we shared on chat, and then he sang some for me. Our conversation became flirty and sexual. It was all beautiful and touched my heart. We talked about meeting, "Pick 3 places, in the States, that you would like to go to, David." I picked three quickly and wrote them down. My three were Kentucky, Louisiana, and Maine. David's choices were Louisiana, Massachusetts, and Florida. Since Louisiana was on both our lists, that's what we decided. Once our destination was set, I was going to make the hotel reservations and David was the activity director.
We were both very excited to finally meet but more than that we would touch. Then we had a very honest conversation about sex. I would not call myself vanilla, but compared to David's symphony of flavors, I was. He considered himself pansexual, I consider myself straight but with a few experiences with women. Now I just wanted David.
David had already settled into the hotel, I sent a text to let him know I arrived and was on my way up to him. I stopped momentarily in front of a mirror, looking at myself, 5 '5", with straight brown hair, blue eyes, and a few curves. Since I was much older than he was, I was afraid I might look it, but people were always surprised when I told them my age, saying I looked younger. He opened the door, David put his arms around me and held me tight against his body. Then he lightly brushed his lips against mine. Any apprehension I may have felt at that moment disappeared. He was cute, had beautiful deep blue eyes, a mustache, a full beard, and was 6 foot tall. We stood there like fools, staring at each other with wide smiles.
"Do you need anything, Liz?" I looked him in the eyes and said, "Just you." David leans in and he covers my mouth with his. Walks me to the bed's edge and indicates that I should sit down. He sat next to me and gently pushed me onto the bed, our legs still dangling down. His hands touched me
over my clothes. "David, I'd like to get cleaned up from my trip. I won't be long." He hesitated but let me up, "Hurry back."
When I came out, he was sitting up on the bed against the headboard. I slowly walked toward him as I took off my clothes. Each piece marks a trail on the floor. Our eyes locked and our tongues licked lips. "Stay, where you are," I remarked when I got to the edge of the bed. He nodded, spread his legs, and hiked his knees up. Standing there for a moment, I turned around, letting him see my body, and then I crawled right in between his legs and kissed him. Our mouths, lips, and tongues pressed together so full of passion. I could hear our soft moans as we continued to kiss.
My hands unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the button, and lowered the zipper on his jeans. He removed his shirt, and we pulled off his pants and underwear. David's erection was flushed and fully hard. I so wanted to put my mouth on his cock, but I crawled up this bed with something else in mind. So I straddled his legs, took his stiffness into my hand, holding it upright. His hands came around my hips & I gradually sat down feeling the head of his hard shaft enter my wet pussy. It had been so long that I felt some pain, we both groaned. My inner muscles worked his cock, as I brought my cunt up his hardness and then back down. Sometimes my pussy would rest at the base of his cock on his pubic hair, and I bring my hips from front to back. Mmmm...Yeah...Ohhh, David utters. My cunt squeezes his cock while moving my pelvis in a circular motion up to the tip, then riding down and up faster.
He reached out to me and started to massage my clit. My whimpers and moans became louder as did David's. I think he knew instinctively when to remove his fingers from my swollen nub after I stuttered, "Yes, yes, yes," and climaxed. A moment later he thrust into me with a shout. My whole body shuddered. I could feel him pop inside me. He held me so tight and we both sighed. He kissed me chastely and murmured, "Let's go get cleaned up."
I entered the bathroom and started the shower. We were under the shower stream within minutes and helped each other with cleanup. David nuzzles my neck and whispers, "Liz turn around, put your hands on the tile." I froze, "HUH?" He laughs, "Don't worry, I want to play with you. Turn around and spread your cheeks." His finger slid down my crack with some lube. All of a sudden he is massaging my hole and gently enters it with one finger. "Does that feel good?" as he sends his finger further into my bum. Nothing comes out of my mouth. "There is something special I want you to wear tonight," he tells me. I turn my face to him and then look down into his hand. David has a small lubed butt plug. I nod. He penetrates me with it. As we were drying off, I felt all sorts of weird, but at least it stayed in.
