"Sweet Lisa"
I met her via the Internet. Nothing special about that, I realize. People meet "on line" all the time. Only Lisa was different. She had written and posted an exciting true accounting of an incident from her past, one in which she had engaged in sex in a rather public men's locker room, and I wrote to tell her how much I admired both her talented and skillful writing as well as her exhibitionistic spirit.
At first our email exchanges were polite. Gradually I learned more about her. She described herself as being 5'6", "around 125 lbs or so," brown hair, greenish eyes, with medium sized C-cup breasts. Lovely! Then she gradually began to share with me that she had probably engaged in a lot more sex than most women. "I love it," she'd indicated, and I told her I loved it as well... and lots of it.
Lisa said she enjoyed reading about other people's sexual experiences, so over time I began to describe some of mine to her. I told her about the time I visited a brothel in Bangkok for one of their famous "full body massage baths." I told her of a few of my other sexual experiences as well, including some I'd enjoyed while traveling throughout Europe, the Far East.
Our e-mail relationship blossomed, and as I suspected it might, grew into something much more exciting. In one of our emails I asked for her phone number. She gave it to me, and we progressed from email and messaging exchanges to phone sex. Naturally my wife knew none of this. She and I had come to an understanding years earlier. She had her women's club and country club activities; I, masturbatory sex (in addition to occasional "normal" sex with her as well, although her idea of good sex was a one way street... I could eat her, and fuck her, but she had no interest in sucking me. So okay, I admit it. I'd gradually become addicted to raw, perverted porn. The nastier the porn was, the more I got off on it, whereas my uptight, conservative "country club" wife was strictly plain vanilla.
The first time Lisa and I engaged in "phone sex" it was incredibly exciting for both of us. It didn't happen at first. Initially we just tiptoed around the edges of sex. She has a lovely voice... deep... very sexy, and over time, the more we talked, the freer she became with me, telling me things she loved to have done to her, while I, in turn, shared my fantasies with her. I learned she also loves to have a man suck her pussy, although certainly there isn't anything unusual about that. I've never met a woman yet who didn't enjoy THAT! What was a bit more unusual was that she loves having her cunt sucked in semi-public places, something I found incredibly exciting about her. We discussed some of the things she'd like to do, but hadn't yet, and soon she was masturbating with me as I made love to her over the phone.
"I can't believe we're really doing this," she said to me one evening following a particularly satisfying experience. "We don't even know each other."
"Oh but we do, Lisa. We probably know each other better than most married couples do. Look at us. We've told each other everything, Lisa. We love the same things, and are alike in so many ways, other than age, right?" I asked softly.
"Well..." she began. "I don't really know what you look like, do I. I only know what you've told me. That you're an 'older man'... that you're 6' tall, weigh 185, have brown hair and eyes. Not much to go on, is it."
"Well... if this helps, over the years I've been told I somewhat resemble Rock Hudson, Sylvester Stallone, Billy Joel, Robert Mitchum and even Rodney Dangerfield," I laughed. "With a range like that I guess I can see how you might be a bit confused over what I look like. Let's just say my mother is proud of me and tells me how handsome I am, but then after all she IS my mother. Let's also just say if we were ever seen together in public I probably wouldn't embarrass you. But I also wouldn't make your cute little pussy all dewy either. At least not from looks alone. On a scale from 1 to 10, I'd probably rate myself a 6... maybe a 7, for my age, but nothing special. Anyway, Lisa, it's not my looks that would turn you on. It's my tongue. Did I tell you I played trumpet in college? Ever been triple-tongued, Lisa?" I asked, teasing.
We had fun on the phone together. Lots of fun. We were relaxed with each others company, and could, and did tell one another everything, almost like having a secret confessor in whom we could confide anything and everything, which we did. And oh my God how exciting it was to hear her come on the phone with me. She said she loved it when I took her places, to some of the exotic spots I'd traveled over the years. I told her about living in Paris for a while, and in our phone sex fantasies, I took her there with me, too, as well as to Ibiza, Moorea, Rio, Penang, and several of the other romantic locales I've been fortunate enough to visit. But mostly I took her to Nirvana, speaking softly, sensually, as I described to her what I was doing to her as she lay there in the dark, masturbating, listening to me making love to her over the phone, my voice soothing, imaginative, believable....
We began to trust each other, implicitly. I knew she'd never cause a problem for me, or my marriage, just as she knew I'd never cause a problem for her for the same reasons - my marriage. Which is why, I guess, we finally did actually meet.
In one of my notes to Lisa I told her I would be away on business for a few days in what turned out, coincidentally, to be the city in which she happens to live, although I didn't know it at the time. She was silent for a moment, as though her mind was racing to try to decide something. And then she revealed to me I would be in the same city as hers, meekly asking if I'd like to meet her "for a drink or something." Naturally I told her I would, adding lightly that I'd be especially interested in the "or something." I think she mumbled "Me, too," or something like that, and we made plans for her to meet me at my hotel for dinner two evenings later.
When Lisa walked into the hotel bar I knew immediately who she was. Her brown hair, trim figure and sexy, definitely sensual eyes identified her instantly. She saw me and smiled, recognizing me right away as well, since I'd told her I'd be wearing my normal Brooks Brothers navy blue suit and red tie corporate uniform.
"Hello, Lisa," I said, smiling. Not that I could have kept from smiling even if I'd wanted to. God she was seductive, especially those "fuck me" eyes of hers that bore right into me as I knew they would. Was this really the sweet young thing I'd masturbated with over the phone? This sex goddess?
"You don't look as old as I imagined you would," she said, smiling, apparently not too put off by my appearance.
"Really. That's funny, because you look exactly as I imagined, and hoped, you would - sensuous, beautiful, and oh so young," I grinned.
"Age is a state of mind," she smiled, as I led her to a quiet booth in the back of the bar. "I think one is only as old as one feels, don't you?" she asked, sliding into the booth across from me. The flickering orange light from a small candle on the table seemed to accentuate her youthful sensuality, and without thinking I replied, "I don't know, I haven't felt you yet."
Fortunately, she laughed, and as we began to talk, we gradually found ourselves as comfortable with one another in person as we had been over the telephone. At one point Lisa reached over and touched her hand to mine, an impulsive reaction to something I'd said, but when she left it there, touching me, as the conversation dwindled, we both suddenly realized how incredibly eager we were to make love.
"I'm old enough to be your father, Lisa," I said. "I'm not a hardbelly like your other lovers probably are."
"No, you're not. That's true," she smiled. "But from what you've told me you offer other... rewards... based on your experiences."
"And are you interested in reaping those rewards?" I asked, hopeful.
"Yes. Very much so," she said. "Let's go to your room. Right now."
"We haven't had dinner yet," I offered, wanting to give her every opportunity to back out while she still could before she'd driven me crazy with desire for her naked body.
"I have something for you to eat, don't worry," she grinned seductively, signaling for the waiter.
