Ian took an airplane to a town near Sandy. Both had agreed to meet on neutral ground first at a Restaurant. Sandy picked a quiet place out of way an Italian restaurant which served lunch in a combination Italian deli and restaurant. She made sure Ian had phone numbers and directions.
She arrived at the restaurant first. Ian drove a rented black four door sedan. Sandy watched him pull into restaurant parking area.
He spotted her right away standing at front entrance; Ian stepped out of his car and walked toward her holding a bouquet of red roses.
Ian walked toward Sandy, her heart skipped a beat. He was tall, lean, muscular, and very good looking. Much better looking than pictures sent over internet.
Ian spotting her, he gasped, she was extremely attractive. She was tall. He remembered her telling him she was 5' 6". Sandy carried herself well with a drop dead gorgeous smile.
He came to her and kissed her tenderly softly, whispering in her ear. Ian made love to her lips by slowly sucking her lower lip, then upper lip, followed by a moist tongue, as she had asked him to do in one of their chats. She was flattered that he had remembered to do this. Meeting in person, they were immediately attracted to each other.
They walked hand in hand into the restaurant. Gallantly he held main door open for her. They walked in. Head waiter motioned them to follow him, as she walked in ahead of Ian to their table, his eyes wandered to her hips, he liked what he saw. Her hips swayed with a smooth rhythm. He felt himself stir.
Both enjoyed their lunch learning about each other. It was a big difference in to meet in person. Their conversation was animated; both were touching, smiling, at scent of each. There was no awkward silence, conversation flowed. He told her about his three children, two sons and a daughter who were married with children. She told him about her daughters from her first marriage. They both were married with children. They talked about joys of being a grandparent. There was laughter with enjoyment of each other's company.
As the luncheon wore on, their passionate erotic nature took over. Sandy's mind wandered. She looked at his lips and wondered what it would feel like to kiss him, to be in his arms, to make love to him, all questions of her interest and want.
He watched her as she talked, noticed how animated her pretty face was, how soft and feminine her voice was. He couldn't help looking at her breasts straining against her navy blue blouse. Her nipples were erect. She was sensitive in the coolness of this restaurant. He liked her. He felt attracted to her.
Ian came for a few days to visit Sandy. Sandy had limited time to meet, because of her husband's work schedule. They agreed to remain discrete, cautious and careful in meeting. She could meet for an early lunch, then again in evening hours when he left for work at 9 PM. They agreed to meet about 9:30 PM in evening at his B&B 'Grayson Manor'.
They finished lunch and walked to their cars both parked parallel to each other. They said their good-byes, each hesitating, and reluctant to leave. This hesitant goodbye being their only awkward moment shared between them.
"See you tonight"; Sandy said, then drove off. Ian stood there just staring as Sandy disappeared into traffic.
Evening Date
That evening they met at agreed upon time and place outside Grayson Manor. She parked her car; then climbed into his, driving off together.
He immediately put his hand on her leg gently massaging her inner thigh. She felt a shiver go up her spine from her toes. He held her hand asking her to move close to him. She complied doing so. He put his arm around her shoulders. Naturally she snuggled against his side. It felt good to be held. Ian told her how good it felt for him to hold her.
He drove to a nearby town pulling his car behind a donut shop. Behind the shop it t was deserted and dark. They were very close to two main roads, but fairly well hidden from view. It was a dark moonless night, with light rain pelting car windows.
Ian took her in his arms embracing. Holding her close he gently kissing her forehead, kissing her neck then blowing a gentle stream of his warm breath down her back. Sandy felt wonderfully warm in his strong arms. She felt protected, wanted, needed, and desired.
He told her how good she felt. How nice she was to hold. How much he had missed being close to her.
She could feel pleasure she was giving him by just being there with him returning soft gentle warm caresses. They were filling a mutual need of personal touch and she smiled.
