We had been talking on ICQ for over a year. I learned a lot about her. Her husband, her kids, her life, the business they were trying to sell, her plans to emigrate. At a little while she seemed interested in playing on line but then something changed. Her husband knew she was talking to men online and wasn't real happy about it. As we got more and more sexual on line I think she realized that what we were getting closer to doing would be considered cheating by most everyone including herself. By this time we had become good friends so when she told me we couldn't keep on playing in a sexual way, I accepted it and we simply kept developing our friendship. Every now and then, we would still tease each other, but she didn't want things to go very far so we always stopped before doing anything she would be ashamed of.
This went on for a year or so. During this, she and her husband has sold their business, her son and his family had emigrated and were living in L.A. and she had moved in with them. Her husband was planning on coming over later after finishing up some other business. She had been lived with her son and his family for about 4 months when I got sent to L.A. on business.
We had half joked about meeting for lunch if I was ever in town, never really thought it would happen and we weren't sure it was a good idea. We had found each other to be very appealing as we talked over the past year plus. She was not happy with her sex life, feeling her husband wasn't adventurous enough in that part of their life. She knew that wouldn't be a problem with me.
So despite the danger, she agreed to meet me for lunch at a beach-side restaurant in Venice Beach. In the days leading up to my trip, we joked about the naughty things we could buy, the things we shouldn't do when we met. At some point I told her not to wear panties or a bra, she just laughed. We agreed that lunch would be nice, but that we would have to behave. Neither of us wanted to do anything she would regret later, nothing that would endanger her marriage. That was the agreement and I was prepared to stick to it. Really I was.
I arrived at the appointed restaurant a little early, dressed for L.A. Shorts, a collared shirt and sandals. I went ahead and got a table on the patio. It was a beautiful day. We had exchanged many pics (including some nudes of me) so we knew who we were looking for. I saw her walking up the sidewalk. I was stunned. Based on what we had discussed, I expected her to be dressed somewhat conservatively. I was wrong. She was wearing a short skirt, and a tight blouse. It was clear as I watched her walk that she didn't have on a bra. She saw me looking at her and waved. She joined me at our table. I stood up to greet her, planning on a handshake or maybe a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She came to me, took my hand and brought her lips to mine. Not a big kiss. But a kiss anyway.
She sat down as I held her chair. As I moved back to my seat, I just ran my hand down her arm. We ordered drinks and just looked at each other for a while. Then we laughed. It was a little weird. I was having a debate with myself. I found her to be very attractive and the way she was dressed, the kiss, the little touches had me horny and wanting to bend her over the table and fuck her right there in the restaurant. But I had promised that I would behave. The good side and the evil side would continue this debate throughout lunch. Eventually one side would have to win.
We had a nice lunch. I had some seafood linguini and she had a Caesar salad. We spent the time eating and talking and laughing, occasionally touching hands, or feet. Every contact was noticed. It was like a little spark of electricity. Raising the tension. Meanwhile my internal battle continued. As she laughed, I could she her nipples jiggling against her blouse. For dessert, we shared a piece of cheese cake covered with strawberries. All in a all a wonderful meal.
Once the cheesecake was all gone and the bill settled, we decided to go for a walk on the boardwalk. As we left the restaurant my hand found hers. More sparks. I knew we would get along well, that was clear from our on-line chats. We were just totally at ease with each other. We continued to talk and laugh and smile and enjoy the view. We walked out onto the boardwalk leading out to the pier. We stopped into one of those shops selling tourist trinkets. I bought her a little stuffed bear. We saw one of those photo booth and stepped in to get our picture taken.
Four pictures. The first picture was just a sort of standard picture, us cheek to cheek grinning at the camera. In the next picture I was giving her a peck on the cheek. Picture three she gave me a peck in the cheek. Nothing real intense yet. Then picture four.
Picture four changed everything. After her peck on the cheek, I turned to look at her. Something in her eyes said kiss me, so I did. I leaned forward bringing our lips closer together, so did she. Our lips met, my mouth opened, her mouth opened and our tongues me in the middle. I didn't expect this. The whole lunch date had changed in a brief electric instant. The camera flashed, the little strip of pictures slid into the tray, but the kiss didn't stop. I felt her hands on my shoulders then her arms around me. We moved closer together bodies molding into each other. Then, as if she had just come out of a dream, she pulled away from me. She had this look. Lust, and fear, and confusion all at the same time. This was much more than she had planned on doing, this date or any other date with me.
But I think she liked it. She just smiled a little and took my hand. I grabbed that little strip of pictures and we left the booth, me holding the strip of picture, her carrying the little stuffed bear. As we left the shop, I put my arm around her and she moved closer to me. We walked along the boardwalk and out onto the pier. My arm around her shoulder, and her arm around my waist. We walked to the edge of the pier, and stopped to look out at the Pacific Ocean. She turned and leaned against the railing, I moved in behind her, wrapping my arms around her. Not exactly fondling her breasts, but rubbing them with my arms, she pushed back against me, molding her body against mine again. I could feel my cock starting to harden, I assumed she could as well. We stood like that, my body molded against her back, her leaning against the railing. We just talked and laughed and smiled.
I felt her pushing back from the railing so I moved back to give her some room. She turned to face me and moved closer to me. Her face turned up to mine and we kissed again. Our mouths opened, our tongues met and danced their own wonderful dance. I felt her arms wrap around my neck as her body to mine. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my chest. She pushed her hips forward and I know she could feel my erection pushing on her belly. The kiss got more intense, more sexual. I reached up and started to fondle her breast. She pulled me closer, harder into the, her mouth almost attacking mine. After a kiss that seemed to last forever, she relaxed her grip on me and we ended our kiss.
