Part 2 – My evening with @ericxl_1. Fast forward to the day that we were going to meet for our dinner. Not only would it be a dinner, but it would also be an evening that we would get to know one another better. I would get to lay eyes on the man I had only seen through his words on an email and through the lens of a webcam. I would get to touch what appeared to be a well-built, solid body. I would get to smell his scent. Would he wear cologne? Would he use aftershave? I would get to see his taste in clothing. Would his credit card get declined? I looked forward to all of this. I primarily work remotely from home. The day of our meeting I spent in various Zoom meetings. Such a senseless waste of time. I clock watched all day. It felt like the hands of the clock were moving backwards and not forward. I was excited to see Eric. Super excited. I just wanted to see him. Talk to him in person. At this point it wasn’t about sex. Other than when I masturbated to a faceless Eric prior to our video chat I hadn’t thought about what sex would be like with him. I didn’t have anything to reference. I had seen his face in the video chat. Very good looking. I had seen pics of his body. Very well built and muscular. But I had never seen his dick. His AFF FWB told me he was well hung. But what was well hung to her? I should of asked her to be more specific. Maybe to her 6 or 7” was well hung. When I masturbated before the video chat, I used his body as a reference but I only pictured his cock as to what I thought it would look like. It was a cock from my imagination. How would his cock compare to what I had imagined? I might never know. We might meet for dinner, and he may decide I am not his type. Or I may decide he is not my type. Maybe he has bad body odor. Maybe he’s different than he was on cam or in his well-written emails. Maybe someone wrote those emails for him, or maybe he copy and pasted them from some website, or he used an app that helped him write them. Maybe we would have no chemistry and I would forever have to just imagine what his cock looked like in real life. I started overthinking again. I got startled back to reality when my work phone rang. It was my supervisor. Oh no, what now? He asked how I was coming along with my project. I wondered which of the 5 gazillion projects I was working on that he was talking about. Then it hit me, the one that he wanted completed as soon as possible. Yes, the dreaded ASAP. Fortunately for me I had stayed up late the night before to finish his ASAP project. I didn’t turn it in yet because I wanted to do one last review to make any revisions before I submitted it. I advised him of the status of the project. He was elated. He told me to take my time and turn it in by the end of the week. Phew, another bullet dodged! And possibly another “incentive award” coming my way. Great, more money to waste on some clothes or shoes that I really don’t need! I looked at my watch. HOLY CRAP, it was 4:00! Where the heck did the time go? I had to meet Eric at the restaurant at 6:00. Taking rush hour traffic into consideration, I needed to get my butt in gear. I hate being late! For those that don’t live in or have visited the Baltimore/Washington, DC corridor, the traffic is notoriously horrendous. It is regularly ranked in the top 3 as the worst traffic in the United States. It has been known to take 2 or more hours just to go 15 or 20 miles. It can be a horrific and terrifying experience. To avoid being late due to traffic I needed to get my butt moving. I’m a very neat and organized person. Everything in my home has its place. But there are exceptions. Like today. I hurriedly shutdown my work computer and literally ran up the stairs to my master bathroom. As I was running I was also taking off my clothes. By the time I got to my bathroom I had my shirt and bra in my hands. I tossed them onto the bathroom floor. I slipped off my socks, sweatpants (yep, I work from home so I make the dress code rules!), and panties. I’ll put them in the hamper later. I needed to get in the shower. I turned on the water as hot as it would go. I waited momentarily and walked into my shower. OMG, still cold! Brrrrr! Yes, my nipples get hard when it’s cold. My “high beams” were on, lol. I gave it a few seconds and did a “hand check” to see if the water was warm. I should have done that the first time. Okay, it was warm enough. I got under the water and let it stream down my shoulders, chest, butt, over my pubic area, legs, and finally my feet. I took my loofa sponge and poured nice smelling soap on it. I rubbed it all over my body. I was focused on getting clean. Sorry, no masturbation in the shower today. Not enough time. Plus, I really wasn’t horny. I was too focused on looking my best and didn’t care to get all worked up by masturbating. After showering, I dried off, brushed my teeth, gargled (twice, lol), put on deodorant, a nice smelling perfume that was given to me at Christmas by my sister….I mean Santa, lol, and “did my face.” My hair was spot on, so I didn’t even touch it. I picked up my “work clothes” from the floor and placed them in the hamper in my walk-in closet. I didn’t think I’d be rushed so I hadn’t picked out what I was going to wear to dinner. I started putting an outfit together. Sorry Eric, I didn’t care what bra and panties I was going to wear because I knew that nobody was going to see them tonight other than me. I actually wore a mismatched pair, lol. I was going for comfort, not style, lol. Gray bra and turquoise with black design panties. Whatever, they work. To save you the boredom, I ended up picking a nice, form fitting blue skirt with and a button down light gray blouse with raised slightly darker gray floral designs. I don’t wear any hose or nylons because I think my legs look better natural. At least I hoped they did, lol. I picked out this outfit because we were going to a higher end restaurant in Annapolis. I wanted to dress the part. I just wanted to fit in, not stand out. For my frequent readers I didn’t look at myself in the mirror naked this time. I didn’t have the time, plus I knew that I wouldn’t be getting naked tonight. Sorry, Eric. I did check myself out after I got dressed. I liked the way my blouse accentuated my breasts. I’ve never had big boobs, so I use bras to make them “stand out”, lol. The skirt really showed off my butt and the slight curves in my hips. I have never really had big, childbearing hips. But this skirt showed off what I had, and I was happy with the look. My hair and face looked as good as they could, once again I was happy. I went to my shoe closet and picked out a stylish but comfortable pair of dark blue LOW HEELED slip-ons. Low heeled was critical tonight. I didn’t need the added pressure of walking in high-heeled shoes tonight! Plus, I didn’t know how far I would have to walk. Even though this restaurant was high end, they didn’t have valet parking. They should, their clientele could definitely afford it but they didn’t. I don’t understand why they didn’t though. Damn, it was 5:00. I had one hour to drive 22 miles. I ran down my steps, shoes in hand, grabbed my little clutch purse, and ran to my garage. I slipped on my shoes and hopped into my car. I almost started it before opening my garage door. That could have been catastrophic. I could have died of carbon monoxide poisoning before ever meeting Eric. Or I could have put my car in reverse and backed right through my garage door. While neither of them is good, I would have at least survived a collision with the garage door. Probably not won the battle with carbon monoxide poisoning though. I made my way through my neighborhood to the highway ramp. I merge onto the highway and what do I see? A sea of red….brake lights! Not good. It was 5:10 and I had 50 minutes to go approximately 20 miles. Is it okay to say FUCK right now. Yes, it is acceptable and okay. In fact, it is expected. FUCK! It took about 15 minutes to go about 1 mile. Not good. I hate being late. I turned up my music. I need something to take my mind off this traffic. Lizzo came on. It didn’t work. My mind went right back to the traffic. FUCK, again. Waze don’t fail me now! I checked my Waze app and it showed a traffic accident about 1 mile ahead. Okay, I might still make it. The traffic started moving. Less brake lights. I stopped saying FUCK and started singing. I started singing to the lyrics of “Late Night Talking” by Harry Styles that was playing on my radio. “I've never been a fan of change, but I'd follow you to any place…..” I passed the accident scene. I said a quick prayer for those involved. It didn’t look too bad. The police had moved the cars to the side of the road, enabling traffic to begin moving again. Thanks police! The rest of the ride was met with stop and go traffic, a few more FUCK’s, and a lot more singing. I made it to the area of the restaurant, parked and walked in at 5:50. Not too shabby. Yes, I did drive a bit aggressively at times but there were no cars, people, animals, or birds harmed by my driving. I consider that a success! I walked into the restaurant and was greeted by the hostess. A very beautiful, blond girl. Damn, was she bi? LOL. Then I saw him. He stood up from his seat at the nearby bar and walked over to me. Staring into my eyes the whole time as he walked over. It was Eric. I got nervous. Would I say something stupid? At least I didn’t wear high heels so I knew I wouldn’t fall. He walked up to me, said hello, gave me a very light kiss on my cheek, and gave me a very warm, loving hug. I said something to him, but I can’t remember what I said. I hope it wasn’t something stupid. He asked if I wanted to join him for a drink at the bar. I can’t remember what I said, but I guess I said something in the affirmative because we walked over to the bar. He pulled out a chair for me to sit down. So sweet and a very nice gesture. Chivalry lives. I rarely drink but lately my AFF friends have been causing me to drink. But in a good way. I’ll blame @gina4_fun1 for my increase in drinking, lol. Let’s see if she is really reading my posts, lol. I ordered a glass of house wine. A Cabernet something or other. It tasted good. I detected vanilla, cherry and some kind of spice that I could not determine what it was. It was a red wine. I worried it would stain my teeth. I asked the bartender for a glass of water in hopes I could swish away the red stains. I was overthinking things. Eric had a glass of Scotch. I have never had Scotch before. I know nothing about it other than I always thought it to be an older mans drink. But he seemed to like it, so I needed to stop being so judgmental. We talked about the drive to the restaurant. His was less eventful than mine. He lived much closer than I did to the restaurant. Did he choose this restaurant out of convenience for himself? I needed to stop overthinking things. I’m sure he chose this restaurant because it is one of the finest in the city. We started talking about sports. We talked about how I played softball in college and that he played soccer in college. We talked about the differences and similarities between men’s and women’s sports in college. We talked about the men seemed to have better and more up to date equipment and other inadequacies between the two sexes when it came to college sports. But things were getting better, and women’s college sports have been seeing more funding lately. It's about time. As we talked, I would glance over and check out Eric. His shoes were very stylish and clean. His dark gray slacks were clean and pressed. His black button-down shirt was also clean and pressed. His hair was nicely done, he definitely used some product but it was tastefully done. And he smelled nice, very nice. His choice of cologne was perfect. Not too strong or overpowering. Just a slight scent of manliness. It fit him well. After we finished our drinks, the hostess escorted us to our table. It was a booth, tucked away from all the other tables. Definitely intimate. During our dinner we talked, a LOT. We talked about everything from sports to politics to family to friends to work. And we talked about Gina too. A lot about Gina 😉 Eric has never met her but he knows how special she is to me (see, I say good things about you!). Again, the one thing we did not talk about was sex. That meant a lot to me. It meant he actually cared about getting to know me as a person. As a woman. It made me feel special. It made me feel that he wanted to know me before getting intimate with me. I hope he likes me. I hope he likes what we talked about. The dinner date went by so fast. We had incredible appetizers, jumbo lump crab balls (save the jokes please!) and oysters Rockefeller. Then I ate the best steak I have ever eaten. It was ala carte, so we shared these fantastic potatoes and some asparagus. We had no room for dessert. My tummy was full but I wanted to spend more time with Eric. I ordered a cup of coffee. I’m really not a coffee drinker but this gave me the opportunity to spend more time talking with Eric. He ordered an espresso. We sipped our drinks as we continued our amazing conversation. I loved hearing him talk. I loved his eyes. They were very dark in color but very warm in how he looked at me. His face was tight, square jawed, nice cheekbones. His teeth were very white and straight. He could be a model. His hands were very large, and they led up to very muscular and veiny forearms. His fingernails were trimmed and neat. He was definitely not a nail biter. His biceps were covered by his shirt but I could tell they would also be muscular and veiny. I had seen pictures of his chest, very muscular. He never bragged or even talked about his body but he had every right in the world to do so. He worked hard for that body. He did say a lot of his shape was genetics. I honestly didn’t believe him. I thought it was from putting in the time in the gym and eating right. I respected him for his dedication. That turned me on. I appreciate a man that takes good care of himself, and Eric took great care of himself. I can tell you that if this wasn’t our first date, I would have gone back to his place and fucked him. I would have fucked him hard. Not made love. I would have fucked him. I was turned on by him. I wanted to make the fantasy that I masturbated to before our video chat a reality. I wanted to suck his cock and then have him bend me over and fuck me until I came. But it would have to wait. Not for long though, I hoped. Eric paid our entire tab. I asked if I could at least pay the tip, but he politely declined. He was a gentleman. As we left the restaurant the hostess we met earlier wished us a nice night and we both said the same back to her. As I mentioned earlier, she was very pretty. I wonder what Eric thought of her. I wondered if while he was seated at the bar waiting for me that he noticed her beauty. Did he fantasize fucking her? OMG, stop overthinking things. HE IS WITH ME! And this is just a FWB situation. He has every right to walk right back into that restaurant and ask for her phone number and fuck her anytime he wants. Okay, I get it. I know my place in his life. I also have just as much right to walk back in there and ask for her number and pray that she is bi. And if she is I have just as much right to have sex with her as Eric does. I need to get this FWB thing right in my head. I will. We were in an area of Annapolis that is very safe. Just across the creek was a view of the City Dock and parts of the Naval Academy. What a beautiful view. Even though it was a safe area, Eric walked me to my car, which was parked about two blocks from the restaurant. As we got to my car, we stood facing one another. Would he kiss me? Or would it be another peck on the cheek like earlier? We exchanged pleasantries. I thanked him for dinner. He touched my arm with one of his hands and his other hand enveloped one of my hands. Damn, his hands were huge. It felt like he was wearing a baseball glove, lol. We leaned in. I’ve been down this road before. Here it comes. Would it be a kiss or a peck? It was a kiss. A very nice, soft kiss. I kissed back. Hard. I wanted him to know that I wanted him. Badly. I wanted him to know that I wanted to fuck him. But not tonight. Another day. But I wanted to fuck him. We continued kissing. Our bodies got closer together. We began touching each other. I felt his muscular biceps. My one hand reached around and touched his back, also muscular. Did this guy have any fat on him? We were kissing…..hard. Our tongues were beginning to get involved. His hands were moving around my upper and lower back. He didn’t touch any of my private areas. He was being respectful but I would have been okay if he touched my butt or my boobs, but I didn’t advertise those feelings. I was happy with what we were doing. Our bodies were now pressed against each other’s. Then I felt it…..yes…IT. It was in his pants and IT was fucking huge. And hard. He pulled his pelvis away. He knew he was hard, but I think he didn’t want to seem rude. In the past I’ve had other guys that pressed their clothing covered cock so hard into my clothing covered body that I thought they would leave an imprint. Not Eric, he showed me respect and a little class by pulling away. He let me know he was turned on by the quick rub against me, but he showed me respect by pulling away. I really appreciated that. But I felt bad for him. Would he go home and jerk off thinking about me? Would he go back to the restaurant and take the hostess home and have her take care of his hard-on? OMG, stop overthinking things! Just be happy he’s spending time with you! We eventually separated. We said our goodbyes. I got in my car and drove off. As I drove through Annapolis I enjoyed seeing all of the people having fun. Couples hand in hand, laughing. So many of the members of the Naval Academy wearing their dress white uniforms. They looked so sharp. God Bless them for wanting to serve and protect our Nation. As I left the city and made my way home, my thoughts went back to the date. I don’t even know what was on the radio. No singing on the way home. My mind raced with thoughts of Eric. His kisses. His caresses. His touch. And of course, the huge bulge in his pants. His AFF FWB’s was right, he was very well hung. I could feel it. But I wanted to FEEL it. Literally feel it. With my hands, my mouth, and my pussy. What would he feel like? What would he smell like? What would he taste like? I would have to wait but it didn’t mean I couldn’t fantasize about him. But I needed to fantasize about in my bed, or my shower. But not while I’m driving. It was too distracting and dangerous. I needed to focus on getting home. I was home. I pressed the button in my car to open my garage door. I sped in, almost too fast. I almost had a rear garage entrance as I almost went too fast and came close to driving right through the wall in front of me. That would not have been good. I pressed the button to close the garage door. I watched in my side and rear view mirrors to make sure nobody came into my garage as the door closed. Something my uncle taught me. Smart. Nothing like being assaulted in your own garage by some sick individual. The door closed, all safe. I literally ran into my house, threw my clutch purse on my kitchen island and ran upstairs to my bedroom. I quickly took off my blouse, bra, skirt, and panties. They were strewn across my bedroom floor. I didn’t care. I was horny. VERY HORNY. And I was now naked. I laid down on my bed and I spread my legs. With one hand I began rubbing my breasts. My nipples were already hard. My other hand moved down to my pussy. I was already wet. With two fingers I began rubbing my clit in a circular motion. It felt good. If I’m flexible enough I can sometimes lick my nipples. I also must be horny enough. Tonight, was one of those nights. With my hand I pulled up my breast and with my mouth I moved it close enough to where I could lick my nipple. It felt good. As I licked my nipple and rubbed my clit, I envisioned Eric being next to me, pressing his hard, throbbing cock against my leg as he licked my nipple. He was lying next to watching me pleasure myself. He laid back and began stroking his cock. I looked down and saw his huge hand look small as it grasped his long, fat cock. He was pumping his hand up and down on his cock as I moved my two fingers around my clit. We were masturbating together. I liked it. I needed to feel something in my pussy. Sometimes I use one finger to masturbate, sometimes two. Tonight, was a two-finger night. I inserted two fingers into my wet pussy. They slid right in. I used my palm to apply pressure on my clit as I slid my two fingers in and out of my pussy. Damn I was wet! I could hear my wetness as my fingers moved in and out of my pussy. Could Eri hear it? I could hear a flapping noise as his hand moved up and down on his cock and either his hand or cock was hitting against his balls making that noise. I liked that noise. Very erotic. I could see the tip of his cock was wet. Pre-cum. He was getting close. I was getting close. I moved my fingers in and out of my pussy faster and faster. My clit was engorged. I was licking my nipple as I fantasized it was Eric doing that. It felt good. So damn good. Eric cried out that he was cumming. I looked over as I saw streams of white and clear liquid shoot out of his cock. All over his stomach and chest. He kept stroking his cock even after he came. He pressed hard with his hand at the base of the head of his cock. One more drop of cum came out. Good to the last drop! I was getting wetter. I was getting ready to cum. I moved my hand as fast as I could. I was no longer licking my nipple. I was rubbing and squeezing my nipples with my fingers. I was almost there. Yes, oh yes. I was cumming. So hard. So wet I could feel my wetness rolling down to my butt. Damn, I’d have to wash my sheets tomorrow, lol. OMG, that was good. I laid there in silence except for my heavy breathing. I had a light layer of perspiration on my body. My legs felt weak. I needed to get some sleep. I would pick up my clothes tomorrow. My cell phone dinged. A text. It was from Eric. I wonder if he just got done masturbating.
The pic I attached to this post was not of tonight’s masturbation session but of the last time I took pics when I masturbated. I didn’t take any pics this time. Too horny and too tired afterwards, lol. In my next post I’ll discuss going to Erics house for food and fun. And sex. Lots of sex. I promise. I hope you enjoyed this post. Until then, enjoy life, family and whatever brings you pleasure.
47 comments
This is good writing. I can't believe I read the whole thing. You're pretty funny.
Thanks for your compliment and I'm glad you enjoyed the story. Hopefully you'll take some time and read the other posts. @gina4_fun1 wants everyone to read the posts about her.
@batgirl_6969 OMG you are such a troublemaker! I do not....I repeat I DO NOT care who reads the posts about me! I am going to spank your ass girl!
@gina4_fun1 I speak the truth Now come spank me
@batgirl_6969 on my way, lol
@batgirl_6969 @gina4_fun1 Where's my spanking? LOL
@candles21114 bend over, lol
@candles21114 @gina4_fun1 Hmmmmm which beautiful butt do I spank first? Decisions, decisions
@batgirl_6969 @gina4_fun1 I'M FIRST!! lol
@candles21114 @batgirl_6969 Oh Candles, why don't we let Batgirl flip another coin? You'll win because she rigs all coin flips against me, lol
@gina4_fun1 @candles21114 IT WASN'T RIGGED! You witnessed the coin flip! Just bend over and take your spanking
@batgirl_6969 BRING IT ON SISTER!!
@batgirl_6969 you should have recorded yourself singing Harry Styles, lol. Awww, I'm sorry....you have a beautiful voice I'm glad you guys enjoyed the restaurant. It is a great place and their food is incredible. Did you wash your sheets? Wanna' dirty 'em up again?
@gina4_fun1 HAHAHA I have a singing voice made for deaf people. And YES I washed my sheets, lol. And STOP TEASING!!
@batgirl_6969 You have a nice voice And I'm not teasing
I want to make love to your delicious looking pussy and asshole, with my tongue, mouth, lips, nose and entire face until you squirt
Damn, no shower masturbation this time! But you made up for it when you came home I'm glad to hear you guys had a nice dinner, you deserved a nice night out.
Yes I sure did make up for it when I came home! @ericxl_1 got me all worked up, lol. The dinner and company I ate with was fantastic.
@batgirl_6969 The dinner and company I ate with was even better.
@ericxl_1 Was there someone else at the table? LOL
Nice, ummmm 🤤
Slide this cock in there
Good bb
@batgirl_6969 High beams, lol! I can't believe you didn't do a hand check with the water. Actually I've done the same thing before, lol. And you and your masturbating HOT!
Hey, I was in a hurry, lol. Damn that water was cold! And I wouldn't have to masturbate if SOMEONE would help me out
@batgirl_6969 Hmmmmm.....
@candles21114 Don't start, lol.
I’m not sure which I like more, your great writing style or your pictures.
The goal is for people to like both
Nice pussy
Thanks and hopefully you enjoyed the story as much or better than the pic.
Yes, I like it's not bad
Very impressed!
Thank you for your compliment.
Eric is one lucky guy to have with an amazing woman such as yourself. I would just need one night to destroy that pussy
I think I speak for the majority of women when I say that I'm not into getting my pussy destroyed, as you so eloquently put it. Eric is a lucky guy in that he was blessed with very good looks, a great body and a huge penis. And he knows how to use that huge penis to satisfy a woman. I'm lucky to have a man like that in my life.
"Would his credit card get declined? " LOL...If you need a "how do I look, no time to check in the mirror" volunteer I'd be happy to help. Just email a pic or 2 I like the happy ending to this story with another hot pic! Took a minute or so to notice your nipple saying hello at the top! Thanks for all the words
Thanks. The pic came out a little blurry, not my best work. My next couple pics won't be blurry. One of them I got handy with a selfie stick, cell cam timer and a chair. And the other pic was taken by @ericxl_1.
DAMN!!
Delicious
Thank you. Hopefully you read the story and just didn't look at the pic, lol.