The blonde stranger.  

thethrustmaster 48M
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8/15/2006 12:53 pm

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5/16/2008 3:03 pm

The blonde stranger.

I was on another 'sex and swingers' site, doing the usual, looking at the women in my area, or at least close to my area. Suddenly, one of the ads caught my eye. She didn't have a picture posted, and she lived about 60 miles away. She listed herself as blond, average body size, and she was my age.
What really made me notice was her ad heading.
"Blonde and bodacias. Looking for a man to tame the inner beast."
I was intrigued, to say the least. She was married, which was also intriguing. I usually don't go for women that are attached, mainly because I don't like the idea of being involved with a relationship that is in the midst of deconstructing.
She wrote,"I am horny, but then again, that describes 3/4 of the people on here."
Funny. I was hooked.
I wrote her a note, gave her my im, and figured she would either talk to me or she wouldn't.

A couple of days later I'm at my computer when I get an IM from someone I had never seen before.
"Hello, this is Blonde and Bodacious."
She certainly was.
For the purposes of this little journal, let's say her name was Lauren.
"I liked your profile. You are very snarky, aren't you? Lauren wrote.
"Well, I can be. Hell, I thought yours was just as sarcastic."
"Well, this is true. You live about an hour away from me, you know that, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
"Long way to travel for a piece."
"Boy, you sure are blunt," I replied.
I could imagine her smiling 6o miles away on her computer, typing away.
"Well, I thought I would throw that out there, to see your response. Most guys respond with,'I'd travel anywhere for a piece of you,' which is nice, but fairly predictable."
"Here's a curveball," I wrote, "You're married, and you have a profile on a sex site. What's up with that?"
"Oh, don't worry. Me and my husband, we have an open marriage. In fact he has a profile on the same site."
"Good to hear. I don't like to be the catalyst of a break-up."
I could imagine her smiling again. "Oh, really? What makes you think you have a chance?"
"Well, you IM'd me. That means your either bored or curious. And of course I'm betting on curious."
"I am curious."
And so we chatted.
Eventually she requested a photo.
"Sure," I responded. "R-rated or G?"
I sent her the photos.
A few minutes passed then she wrote again.
"You have a kind face. Very nice eyes. And, oh my, you certainly were blessed, weren't you?"
I almost blushed. "Come on, I'm not that big."
"No, but it is a very nice size. Not to big, and certainly not small. I'm impressed."
"Ok. Quid pro quid."
She sent her photos, and it was my turn to be impressed. She was a very attractive blonde, with a great build. Nice size breast, at least 36c and she had a nice round shape to her hips. One of the photos had her in boy shorts and a see through tight fitting tank top, with one hell of a sexy look on her face. Her eyes oozed sexuality. The other one had her cupping her ample busom, the large nipples between her fingers.
"Wow. I love the look on your face."
"That's my 'fuck me' look."
"Well, it works."
We chatted a few days off and on, always skirting and flirting, until I finally decided to just ask.

"Why don't you meet me for a drink?"
"I don't know. You really want to meet me? I'm a little nervous."
"I understand. Look, no pressure at all. If you are uncomfortable, you can just leave. We will be in a public place, and if you feel weird, you can leave."
"Ok. Friday night, there is a bar in my town. Meet me there at eight o clock."
She told me the name of the bar, and I went to trusty Mapquest and got the directions.

I arrived in town around seven and found a motel near the bar. I wasn't being cocky or expecting something, I figured either way, I would be drinking and I didn't need to drive home.
I entered the bar around ten to eight and grabbed a stool. I ordered a scotch on the rocks and sipped and watched the clock. The people were friendly and I waited and smoked, somewhat nervous, somewhat excited.
I saw her walk in at five after eight.
She was dressed in a tight fitting dress, her tits were pushed up and just beckoning. Her smile was infectious. I smiled and waved her over.
She sat down next to me and ordered a gin and tonic. She looked me up and down and grinned.
"You clean up nice." She had a wonderful voice.
"So do you. You look illegal."
She laughed and pulled out her cigarettes. She didn't seem nervous, so it made me that much more relaxed.
We drank and laughed. She would glance my way and I could tell she was liking the idea of spending the night with me. She would touch my arm or those wonderful legs of hers would brush against mine.
She leaned to whisper something to me and I took a chance. I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers. She greedily responded, and we kissed, and it was full of passion. I don't like to brag, but kissing is one thing I really know how to do. The trick is to not be so forceful; alternate contact with your lips and tongue.
She pulled back and looked at me in the eyes. That smile again. She whispered in my ear.
"Wanna get out of here?"
"Oh yes. But uh..I need to..." My eyes went down to my pants. I was wearing khakis and needless to say our little kiss had ignited something. She followed my eyes down and her eyes widened.
"Oh, my. That is nice to see." She laughed and I paid the bill and we were outside in no time.
"So." She said, sliding her arm in mine. "Wanna get a room?"
"Already got one. Next door at the Holiday inn."
"Oh, you areconfident."
"Ha ha. I figured I would be drinking and I live quite a few miles from here. But, it is convienent, isn't it?"
We entered the room and tore at each other. I lifted the dress off her,and began to kiss and suck on those wonderful tits. She moaned and ran her hands up and down my stomach and grabbed my hard cock. I pushed her down on the bed and took the rest of her clothes off and she was nude. I kissed her long and hard, and I kissed my way down to her tits. I licked and sucked and bit her nipples and she moaned. I slid my hand down between her thighs and she was soaked. I kissed her stomach and moved my way down.
I licked and nuzzled the folds of her, and I tasted her. I sucked on her clit and her nails dug into my shoulder. Her legs wrapped around my head as I began to lick up and down, fast, hard, soft, slow. I concetrated on her clit and I heard her call out and she came, over and over, her hips bucking up and down, and her legs tight against my head. I stood up, enjoying the taste of her and took my shirt and pants off. She got on her knees in front of me and took my boxers off, with a hunger and ferocity that surprised me. She took my hard throbbing cock in her mouth and began to suck and lick. Those eyes were looking up at me as she did this, and it was almost more than I could stand. She turned me around and pushed me on the bed. She climbed on top, and her wet pussy slid on my cock. She shuddered and began to slowly rock back and forth. I grabbed her tits and kissed and licked them, and that made her crazy. She began to cum, and I couldn't hold back. I grabbed her ass and began to slide it fast and hard up and down on my dick. She screamed and I exploded inside her. She kissed and she collapsed on top of me, and we were both sweating and out of breath.
"Wow." was all I could say.
She giggled and said,"Ditto."
To be continued.....

LadySerenity7 55F

8/20/2006 1:44 pm

i'm betting all fantasy...

thethrustmaster 48M

8/27/2006 12:48 pm

All fantasy? Ok, well, some of it. It wasn't the first night, it was more like the third or fourth date we got intimate. The first date makes me sound so...irresistible. Let's face it, 90% of good story-telling is exaggeration....but the rest of the story is true, and when I stop being so damned lazy I'll finish it. Thanks.

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