I was bored one Saturday evening, so I thought I'd go onto the swinger website that I had used a while ago. I had stopped going there because most of the guys are creeps. Of course, it's a place to connect for sex, but jeez, sending me a dick pic right after I say, "Hi," is a bit much.
I hoped that there would be one new guy who was okay. I filtered for age range, non-smoker and joined within two months and clicked search. Up came about twenty guys.
Most profiles were the boring, "Aren't I great?" variety. Two looked reasonable, so I sent them messages, asking them what they were looking for.
One guy responded within a minute, but his attitude turned me off. I mean, of course, we were all here to have sex, but let's have some class.
I got up and refilled my wine glass before rechecking the site. The other guy had responded, and he seemed much more genuine. He seemed like a gentleman, rare these days.
I replied to the second guy, David. I suggested that we meet for coffee and see if we click in person. He was online, so he replied within a few minutes with a proposed time and place - Sunday at 11:00 at a cafΓ© in the city.
That seemed fine to me, so I replied, "It's a date." I printed out his photo to take with me so I could recognise him.
I don't know why, but I woke up on Sunday feeling like a teenager before her first date. I turned on the coffee maker and then headed to the shower. After my shower, I grabbed a cup of coffee to take to my bedroom. What should I wear? I decided to wear a dress that was pretty modest but showed some cleavage.
I had a bit of time to kill, so I went back onto the site to review his profile and his messages. All seemed okay. My fantasies kicked in, and I started thinking about how he might be in bed. I caressed my breasts through my dress, and reached under and rubbed my pussy through my knickers for a minute.
It was time to go, so I set the address in my phone's map app and drove to the cafΓ©. Usually, it's hard to find parking around there, but I had a good omen when someone was pulling out half a block away as I approached. I parked and checked my makeup.
I took out David's photo, took a deep breath and stepped out of the car and walked to the cafe. I was about to open the cafΓ© door when I heard a man say, "Ellen?" I turned and saw David sitting at an outdoor table.
"Yes. David?"
He stood up and stepped toward me and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. "Nice to meet you, Ellen. Is it okay if we sit outside? It's such a pleasant morning. Or we could go inside if you prefer," he offered.
"No, outside is fine." He walked over to the table he had been sitting at and pulled out a chair for me. Wow, at least he knows how to act like a gentleman, I thought.
We ordered our coffee and then danced around the usual questions. Have you met many people from the site? How was it? Blah, blah, blah.
He told me that he was divorced with a nineteen-year-old daughter, and said that she was staying over with her boyfriend. I told him I was single with no kids.
Then he simply came out and asked, "What would you like from me? How would you like to be treated?"
No man had ever asked me anything like that. Usually, guys just act like they know it all and we are just supposed to accept what they decide and appreciate it.
"Uh, well, just treat me like a human being, with respect." It's not much to ask for, but most men don't grasp the concept.
"I can do that," he replied.
I smiled and said, "That's great!" I felt like I had a good one here.
Our coffee came, and we sipped it and chatted about other stuff. When we were done, he asked if I wanted to go with him to his place. Asking, not insisting, and without expectation. I smiled and said, "I would love to."
He gave me his address, in case we got separated when I followed him - more consideration. As it happened, there was no drama getting to his place. We parked our cars, and he led me to his door, softly holding my hand.
We went inside, and I asked to use the loo. He pointed it out, and I went in and used it, fixing my makeup before coming out.
He asked if I wanted anything to drink, and I declined, saying I was okay. He sat down on the couch in the lounge room, and I sat next to him. He put his arm softly around my shoulders and gazed into my eyes and said, "I like you a lot. I would love to please you."