That I can still feel him when I think of our time together, is kind of ironic in hindsight. I wasn't even sure our meeting was going to be an intimate one. For all I knew, this could very well have been just a coffee meeting.
Instead, the evening kept unfolding in such a way that--"that coffee meeting"--turned into two glorious nights of fabulous sexual play! Isn’t it marvelous when people, and life, surprise you in great ways!
I remember our initial online connection being more cerebral, than sexual. We connected about journaling--he'd started one last year, and I started at age 13--now having crates of journals in my storage unit. This seemed to fascinate him. His witty, intelligent banter drew me in more and more as the night went on.
Having already become aquainted and personal online, we decided to meet for coffee finally. I honestly thought it was just for coffee--as we'd not gotten into the sexting thing beforehand--and, he'd requested I read his journal, to give him feedback when we met.
In addition, I wasn't sure I was feeling the physical connection, even after our phone conversation. Although, I must say, hearing his voice did have me warming to him instantly!
So, the question became..."how do I like him?". I wasn't sure if it was as, "just a friend", or as someone much more intimate. I just knew that my natural, sometimes immediate, instinct to flirt my ass off, had yet to find it's way into whatever type of relationship we were creating.
Oh this is funny...you would know it--here I'm talking about my affair with a young man, and the song..."Me and Mrs. Jones" by Billy Paul, just came on! Oh well, leave it to the universe's sense of humor right LOL!
Seeing a man half my age is most likely a, "passing through each others lives for a blissful period of time", kind of thing and we both knew it. Or did we?
Initially, without having that natural seductress instinct kick in, I knew it would take an in-person connection to know if we had any chemistry. Opportunity finally came, and when I shared my availability--I loved his eagerness--jumping at the chance to meet me--saying he'd leave within the hour! I loved that!
We did meet, deciding he'd come to my neighborhood in Manhattan, instead of me going to his in Queens. Having chosen a cafe within walking distance--I waited for his call, knowing I could be there in minutes.
He'd decided to wait outside the cafe for me. This made for a much more dynamic first meeting!
As I turned the corner, I spotted him yards away. My leisurely approach gave us opportunity to lock eyes--making the slow narrowing of distance between us feel almost like foreplay!
Once I was upon him--he grabbed me-- surprising me with the most unexpected bear hug! It was one of the tightest hugs I'd ever received from a new acquaintance!
This kinda blew me away, in a terrific way! Now, keep in mind, I've actually cum just from passionate cuddling before, so that hug really fucking did it for me!!
Since I thought our meeting was more about reading his journal pages--this wonderfully warm greeting was a bit confusing, even if we did meet on a hookup site.
Our online chatting just didn't seem to be going in an intimate direction. I actually found the friendship we were developing, to be a refreshing change--to actually focus the conversation on more than just sex.
With journaling being a new endeavor for him, I was honored and pleased he'd asked me to read his pages. I wasn't quite sure why my opinion mattered to him...the attraction being my blog he'd said, and that he liked my style of writing.
Well, shit! Of course hearing that, pleased me no end! And, man oh man, he didn't stop there! He had me all kinds of charmed, and feeling desired, by evening's end!
The cafe was completely empty, so I chose the booth against the bay window, facing the sidewalk. I loved the ambiance of the place--cozy, warm and eclectic, with soothing lighting. I simply adored the music playing as well--a mix of different genres/eras...and all "happy music"! It was loud enough to drown out conversations--if others had been seated near.
The beauty was, we had the place to ourselves, which put me more at ease. It helped that the kitchen was at the opposite end of the cafe too, as I was nervous about being overheard. Our age difference was so damn apparent, that I was trying to keep the conversation neutral--not wanting to let on that we'd met on a hookup site.
Once the waitress had left us however, conversation flowed so seamlessly, I no longer concerned myself with the world outside our booth. His being so very much younger than me, mattered not anymore. We definitely had chemistry! We were finding connections too.
Instead of just coffee, we decided to order appetizers--committing to more time than I'd initially intended. I was feeling good about it though! He was such a gentleman--so well spoken, and so charming!
I was melting by the minute! With each of his brilliant smiles, and witty comebacks, my every resolve of believing this possibly a platonic friendship, was fading fast! I was really becoming drawn to him!
When discussing the neighborhood, my mentioning a cool bar I'd once visited, had him suggesting we go there...RIGHT THEN! "Well, shit"...I thought to myself, "why the fuck not"! I did vow to start living again after 15 years of celibacy damnit!
So, we hopped in an uber, arriving at the bar in what seemed seconds. The seeming time warp happening from my being mesmerized at his smooth, natural transition into seducer!
He started making his intentions known with that locked stare...watching intently as the slit in my ankle-length black skirt opened to my thigh, when getting into the car.
Unlike at the cafe, in the cab he started gearing the conversation into a more intimate direction. Then, he scooted over next to me, his hand hovering over my one exposed thigh...JUST as the car pulled up to the curb in front of the bar...DAMNIT...timing can be a bitch!
Even after SO wanting his PDA (public display of affection) to happen in the cab--I tried to play it cool when entering the bar. It was comedy night, so it was packed.
Amazingly, the front dark corner, with built-in benches, was available. The stage was not visible from our corner, and this didn't matter to us. It was perfect actually--in that, the rest of the bar could not see us either.
That there was someone seated on the opposite bench, did not deter my young friend. It kinda shocked me when my "very young" friend started caressing my bare knee through the slit in my skirt!
Wooo! He did it right there! OPENLY...in public! And damn, did it ever feel fabulous!!
Of course my body reacted to his touch instantly! So, trying to appear calm--even nonchalantly holding a casual conversation (in case we might be overheard), was laughable at that point, to say the least!
Especially with his hand moving up and down my exposed thigh! It was so fucking apparent to the world "EXACTLY" what the nature of our relationship was by then!!
It thrilled me that he was so open, bold, and courageous about our age difference--he honestly made me forget there was one! It didn't take long for me to stop giving a shit what the world around us thought either!
When he asked me if his touch was ok with me, I thought I'd cum right there! I loved that he asked for permission...even if it was after he'd already touched, and my body had wordlessly accepted LOL!
And then...he really did have me near cumming when he started his sexy talking! He asked me "if I was enjoying his touch"! Well fuck! The answers were, of course--"YES!!" and "YES!!".
Wooo, this guy was driving me wild with his caressing! And with my being sapiosexual, his intelligence was a major turn-on for me too!
Oh man, his gift of conversation, given with such genuine eye-contact, really had me sinking fast! It was all working for me!
This beautiful, very young African American man, half my age, had me so riled-up that I wanted to have sex with him right there! I mean, like really...right there! Like immediately! Like in the fucking bar bathroom if possible!!
The more we talked, the hotter I got for him! His intelligent conversational skills actually had me creaming in my panties!! So, when he suggested we go outside to a patio table to smoke weed, and read his journal, I was more than willing to follow him...almost anywhere at that point LOL!
We lucked out again--with a two-seater around the corner, out of sight of everyone else on the patio. He gave me his journal, and I began an honest attempt at multitasking--reading and toking.
Oooh, but then came his caressing again! Creating a lovely, and extremely challenging distraction! He was making it nearly impossible for me to concentrate!
Actually, there was no fucking way my mind was staying on his journal! No matter how well written! My attention followed his fingers, which found there way under my shirt!
His fingers were gently caressing my stomach, and brushing over my breast! It was like...what the fuck!! I was loving every second of it! I felt like I was in high school again, off in some dark corner, getting felt-up at the prom!
While I tried to concentrate on his journal--he continued driving me absolutely wild with his touching! I simply had to give in then!!
I could no longer keep my focus on his "journal" damnit! Especially when all I wanted to do was turn, face him and give "HIM" all my attention! To hell with his journal! He had me so fucking hot, it was absolutely the last thing on my mind!!
After announcing I would read his journal another time--he must have been having similar thoughts. He then did something that fucking blew me away! It still does, whenever I relive it in my mind!
He proceeded to--ever so slowly...ever so lightly...while following my mouth with his eyes--lean in, and very gently...give me what may be the most PERFECT KISS of my life!!
By this point in my life, I can speak as an authority on kissing, having done enough of it to know exactly what I like. And, OMG, did he ever give it to me!
You'd think by now, having kissed like over a hundred men in my lifetime, I would have already experienced my "perfect kiss". But, as marvelous as some were...not one compared to this!
His kiss was the sweetest, most feather-light, soft-tongued kiss I've ever had! I was on fucking cloud-nine for a brief, spectacular moment--hovering in a trance-like state!
Then, DAMNIT to hell!! That glorious kiss was broken, all too soon! We we bumped by someone passing near us!
Damn, shit, fuck and damn again!! We were fucking interrupted, just when I didn't want that kiss to EVER end!! I didn't want to leave that ethereal state he held me in! Damn, it really was so incredible!!
We went back inside for another drink, and the universe was cooperating once again--the dark corner was open, as if just waiting for us. Before long though--as cozy as the corner was, especially with his continued delicious caressing--I was ready to bolt out of there with him, in search of a room!
All it took was one more of his intense looks, and another of his, oh-so-slow, kisses--to have me following him out of the bar!
We found ourselves spending not just one night...but two consecutive nights of glorious lovemaking together!!
*Watch for the following Chapters 2 - 4 for explicit erotica details! 😈😘
Thanks for reading!
9 comments
Hi Mary,
Another great read. Definitely sounds like the chemistry between you two slowly changed the dynamics from a typical meet and greet, to a perfect date, and so much more. Looking forward to reading the rest of this story.
Big, big hugs
Thanks Tom! Yes, the dynamics were immediately changed at first we locked eyes! As we all know, this IS unusual!
Seems those "unusual" types of encounters are the ones I'm compelled to write about currently.
I wish this type of encounter for you & all! Thanks for your response...always appreciated...as are you Tom!
@sweetmamm
You're very welcome.
A great setup, can’t wait for the next parts!
Thanks for reading! Will post Chapter 2 today.