Some time has passed..its hard to remember how much. (See first post) we haven’t managed to get together.
Our messages although unthinkable that they could get sluttier – have indeed RAMPED up. We’ve exchanged erotica stories with fictional names (Obvs it Us in them ;-) pictures are full nudes now. His huge erect Black dick. My curvy mum bod.
We’ve firmly maintained our frustrating sexting, getting to know one another a little inbetween. Every Damn Day. He is addictive Jeez.
A meeting at his is arranged, it’s some cock and bullshit story about him needing something that I can drop off. We exchange messages, its clear this is a quickie. Testing the ground, now the boundaries have been crossed how WILL it change and is it all just frustration chat???
This will be the first time in my adult life I would have been in the company of another man with the intention of touching him in a way that a wife should not touch another man.
I drive over, nervous but excited. Butterflies but calm and confident. Not really knowing who I am but knowing I need to explore this….
As I pull up he is waiting for me, I’m not being invited in. It’s not the time, neither are we going to get in one of our cars. Play it fucking cool.
Were both nervous, it’s clear. I’m talking shit and cant remember what on earth he is talking about. He just keeps staring at me, smouldering. What is he thinking?? Is he being polite? Is it all chat??
The moment isnt right. Were too exposed, its fucking cold and this is the first meeting as non professionals.
We settle for a hug, he pulls me close. A tight bear hug, is that a erect dick or are the pictures true?? Holy Fuck. He is beyond cheeky here. I LOVE IT. As he slowly let me go were now the closest weve ever been, the tension is hot. We want to kiss but it’s just too tempting, we wouldnt stop there. We pause as we part, neither if us making the first move. Like a wound up coil, a kiss will unveil a whole heap of shit that could probably get us arrested on the street.
I hastily leave. Wished him well and tried to calm down before going home. What is going on?? He has a hold over me, or do I have one over him??
As I get back home messages commence. What we really wanted to do. Kiss, fuck, finger anything to release the tension…
I’m no fool. I know I’m not the only one in his phone book, nor is he the only one I masterbate over. We both are on the same page.
After all..I’m not looking for all of him just a HUGE part ;-D. Things are only getting to get more intense from here…
Next..our first kiss.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f8fkzk/50_shades_of_fuck_you_two_m_f