PART 1 is HERE:
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I returned back from my walk, gave the dog his post walk treat, laid back down on the couch and drifted off to sleep. I hadn’t forgotten about my ad, but I did my best to disassociate myself with it. Like I convinced myself that it was just some silly fantasy or game, and I didn’t actually submit it. That did the trick – when you’re in a situation like mine, your fantasies can become pretty damn convincing. I don’t know how well I slept, but I did sleep. At least some, and I know that because I was awakened by a text from James, at around 5 am. “Up for a little fishing? Cousin said they were biting pretty good at dusk. Let’s hit the dawn bite.”
“Yeah man I can do an hour or two – I’ll bring the yaks, see you in 30”
I shot up off the couch, brushed my teeth while the coffee was brewing, left a note for the family, and tossed both of our kayaks on the roof of my car. Everybody in my house sleeps in on Saturday mornings, so it’s unlikely any would even SEE the note anyway, and I was in need of a little topwater bite. I was at the local lake in 15 min, pulling the kayaks down when James’ headlights hit me and the sound of the tires crunching the stone parking lot surface reached my ears. Ah that sound. The still water, with just enough light to see the condensation hoovering just above the surface, the anticipation of what may happen. It’s just a little slice of heaven. James parked next to me, grabbed his rod and tackle bag, the paddle and the kayak he was using. I wanted to tell him about the ad, but I was kind of embarrassed. “You okay?” he asked “you seem a little preoccupied for a fishing morning.” He wasn’t wrong, those few minutes before I get into the water I’m like a kid on Christmas morning waiting to be unleashed.
“All good brother, just waking up” I told him as we dragged the kayaks to the edge of the water. We hopped in, padded out to our spots, and started casting under the overhanging trees and against the steep rock ledges where the edges were deep. It kept my mind busy. Wasn’t thinking about the ad, wasn’t thinking about my dead bedroom, wasn’t thinking about the wife’s illnesses or the kids homework, or the grocery list I needed to bang through. And when James reeled in his first catch, I grabbed my phone to get a picture. It was a nice bass, and whenever one of us caught anything decent, the other would snap a picture and send it. I usually looked like a psychopath, but James looked like he’d be on the cover of some bass fishing magazine. Anyway, when I grabbed my phone, I noticed I had 2 unread emails. I took his picture, sent it to him and acted like I was tying on a new lure, as he paddled off to another spot.
They were from the ad. I got a response. I was actually scared to open them. They were brief.
The first one read: Your ad struck me and I’d like to hear more. I’m shocked that I would allow myself to reply, but something about your life and needs mirrors my own. I need to cut lose as badly or even more than you. Please let me know if you are still considering doing this because the more I think about it, the more I think I would do it. I’ve read it at least 10 times so far, and I will probably read it more today. – Shana (not my real name obviously) from just outside of NYC.
The second one read, similarly: OMG ARE YOU ME BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT I NEED. HMU IF YOU WANT AND LET’S SEE WHAT’S WHAT!
I yelled out to James that I had some issue with my line and had to go to the car to grab another rod. “OKAY BRO!” he shout-whispered back from 30 yards away.
When I got back to my car, I replied to “Shana” trying to get into the role I wanted to return to.
Your response tells me everything I need to know. You did a good job by mustering the courage to respond and I am pleased. I am, however, disappointed that you did not include a date or time that you could be free. Please try again tomorrow.
And to the second one:
You have not provided me with the information I requested, and that shows me you do not follow instructions well. I wish you luck and suggest that if you want somebody to satisfy your needs, be more attentive.
I shot back out to the lake, fished with James a while then went back home. I didn’t catch any fish, but I wouldn’t say I struck out, either.
Everybody was still sleeping when I walked back in, so I showered quietly and got dressed. While I was drinking my coffee, my phone alerted me with a soft “ding” that another message came from the dating app. It was Shana.
“I am sorry. Please forgive me. I cannot wait another day knowing you are out there and this could happen. I am available for you tonight at 6:00 for 1 hour and can be in the town called *Whateverville* if you are willing to be there too.”
HOLY SHIT! I’M. WHAT? REALLY? SHE WANTS TO MEET ME AND LET ME EAT HER PUSSY? FUCK! I composed myself and replied back, slipping further back into my true self. “You will receive the hotel information at 4:00 pm. Do not disappoint me again. No real names, no one with you. Your phone will be on, but you will leave it on top of the tv stand, and mine will be there immediately after I enter the room.”
The reply was instant and perfect.
“I will not disappoint you again.”
I went grocery shopping and did some laundry, made a nice lunch for the kids. Spent some time with the family doing regular stuff. I told them I was going to be out this evening, with some coworkers who wanted to grab a bite and a drink to celebrate the promotion I had just gotten (which went virtually unnoticed at home). I went online, found a hotel in *Whateverville* reserved the room, and at 3, when it’s check-in time, called to get my room number. At 4:00 sharp, I messaged Shana with the name and room number, then showered, shaved, got dressed in jeans and a black button down and drove just over an hour to get there. I checked in and went to the lobby to buy a sleep mask, some snacks, water, tea bags and some gauze from the first aid area. At 5:55 I went down to the bar, which gave me a view of the lobby, and tucked myself into a corner so that I couldn’t be seen easily. A woman I thought was probably Shana walked in. I assumed it was her because she was wearing a big hat, sunglasses and some kind of light weight trench coat. She looked around nervously while at the elevator door. Yeah, that had to be her. I could see a glimpse of a black skirt and black heels when she turned from side to side, and long brown hair tucked into the collar of her coat. It was hard to tell how tall or short she was, but who cares. She was here, and enthusiastic. And wanted to play the role.
HOLY FUCK SHE’S HERE. THIS IS HAPPENING. THANK YOU JAMES!
She got in the elevator and pressed the button over and over trying to get the door to close as fast as possible. The waiter approached and asked me what I wanted. “Oh, I’ll just have a seltzer water, I have to head out shortly.” He nodded, spoke to the bar tender and returned with my drink. I handed him a $20 and told him to keep the change. He smiled and thanked me, probably knowing EXACTLY what was going on. At least I thought he did. I drank my water, used the mens room just off the side of the lobby and took the stair case to the 4th floor. I waited in the stair well. After a few minutes, my phone buzzed in my hand.
“I am ready for you”
My heart was POUNDING, guys. POUNDING. I could feel it. I could HEAR it. I was about to cross a line I needed to cross but was terrified to do so. What if she was setting me up? What if she was going to record me coming in and try to blackmail me? What if, OMG, what if I KNEW her? I hesitated. I thought about it.
FUCK IT I need this and will take the chance. If I get caught, then maybe my situation at home will FINALLY get the deep conversation I’ve been trying to have for a fucking decade now.
The door lock buzzed when I slid the keycard in. I opened it, slowly, making sure she could hear the creak. I closed it slowly. Making sure she could hear it close and the lock click shut. Her phone was on the TV stand. Her coat was hanging on the one hanger in the closet. I put my phone down, ensuring she could hear the clunking sound it made when it hit the wood surface.
There she stood, facing the wall. Hand above her shoulders, palms flat on the wall. Blindfolded. Waiting. She was wearing a black skirt and black heels and a dark maroon blouse. No stockings. I crossed the room, without a word. I stood next to her, leaning against the wall. I leaned in and got my mouth as close to her ear as I could and whispered to her. “I’m glad you’ve come. You deserve this.” She inhaled deeply but didn’t turn her head or move.
I put my hand on her shoulder and ran it gently to her elbow, then back to her shoulder. She held her breath and I could see goosebumps on her exposed forearm. I moved behind her, putting one hand on each of her shoulders, letting my hands glide to both of her elbows at the same time, then back to her shoulders, and down the side of her ribs to her hips. I felt her arch her back, just a little, perhaps trying to make contact with me. But no, not yet.
I told her to move her hair to one side, and when she did, I leaned down a bit and ran my tongue up the back of her neck – she dropped her head forward to clear a path for me. She finally exhaled and took another deep breath in, and held it. I kissed her neck, her ear, and reached around her body with my left arm and took her throat, gently, in my hand, pulling her back just a bit to me. She moaned a bit, and I bit the outside of her ear gently. I released her throat and began caressing her chest through her top. Her nipples were hard before I even touched them. She was curvy, and her chest was full. I was anxious to get her clothes off, but savored making her wait. Making her feel desirable and worth exploring. I felt wanted too, and I loved it. I needed it.
I moved my hands down her body to the sides of her thighs, pulling her skirt up just a bit, then I took a small step back and rubbed her ass a little, giving it a good hard squeeze. I knelt behind her, kissing the back of her left leg, then the right, running my hands from her ankles to her thighs. I bit down a little, and she briefly lost her balance and regained it quickly. Her breathing was sharp and shallow, and I knew she was dying for me to touch her.
I pulled my mouth from her leg and told her to lift her skirt. She did as she was told, pulling it up over her hips, revealing a black thong. I again rubbed and squeezed her ass, and she again responded by arching her back a bit. I pulled her thong down around her ankles and ran my hand up her leg, kissing her ass cheek. I pulled her ankles up one at a time, so she would lift her feet, and pulled the thong out and tossed it to the side. I ran my hand up her leg, one on the inside and one on the outside, just barely letting my knuckle graze against her pussy. It was warm, and wet, and anxious. She let out a soft moan. I backed up a bit and pulled on her hips, backing her further from the wall. Her arms slid down, but never lost contact with the wall, and she was bent over in front of me. I held her hips in place and ran my tongue along her slit, letting the tip just barely part her lips, finally getting a little taste of her pussy. She gasped and let out an mmmmmm sound. She arched her back harder, and spread her feet a little wider. I pushed my tongue inside her pussy, as far as I could, then flicked it around a bit. I sucked on her lips a little, then pushed my tongue back in. She took one of her hands off the wall and grabbed the side of my head, my face, feeling my jaw moving, then back to the side of my head and back to the wall. I pushed her forward, so she stood upright with her back against the wall, moved closer, lifted a leg over my shoulder and took her clit into my mouth, sucking hard and more aggressively. I flicked at it in my mouth, and she leaned back pushing her hips out for me. Her pussy was smooth, hairless, and I think there was some kind of lotion or oil on it. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and her hands were on my head, both keeping balance and pulling me into her. I slid a finger into her pussy, and she moaned louder. I could feel her pussy squeezing against my finger and her clit throbbing. I licked it, sucked on it and fingered her until she held her breath again. Knowing she was about to cum, I fingered her harder and deeper, feeling her body tense and lock up. She let out a deep breath as she came, moaning loud and letting out an FUUUUCCCKK YESSSSS as she did.
She stayed there, motionless for a moment, panting and quivering a little. I slid out from under her leg and let her stand on her own feet for a few seconds, then pulled her skirt down. She stepped out. I told her to remove her top, and she unbuttoned it, still panting and a little wobbly. She threw her too to the side, followed by her bra. Naked, in heels, blindfolded. A little sweaty. I stood up and guided her to the desk that was just to the side of where she had been, sat her on it, knelt in front of her and threw both of her legs over my shoulders again. Since she had just cum, I didn’t immediately go back to her clit. I circled around it, sucked on her lips, bit the inside of her thighs, giving her a chance to recover. I reached up and squeezed her chest, and pinched her nipples. She responded by holding onto my wrists, then put her hands over mine, feeling me pinching her nipples. I guided her hands to her pussy, and she knew what I wanted. She began rubbing her clit, right in my face, and I started licking at her between her fingers. She spread her lips for me and I took her clit back into my mouth, sucking and rubbing my tongue all over it. As soon as I fingered her again, she gasped, moaned another “OH FUCK” and held onto my head for the second round.
She came fast, which I guess was because she was no longer nervous. She trusted me. She knew my goal was to make her cum. And she did. Harder and louder than the first time. I stood between her knees, pulling her body to the edge of the desk, allowing her wet pussy to graze against my jeans and whispered – “don’t move…I’m going to get you some water…. you still have 40 minutes left.”
I grabbed a bottle of water, opened it, and put it in her hand. I stepped back, gazing on her, soaking in the moment as she drank, never saying a word, never trying to remove the blindfold. Just enjoying the moment, as I was. Being wanted, letting loose, being a bit more of our true selves. Forgetting the real world, for just that hour.
I sat on the edge of the bed giving her a little space to move before I grabbed her for the next one. She put the water down next to her, feeling for the sides of the desk. She slid her body off the edge and onto her feet, then SHE knelt down. And for the first time, she spoke.
“Please” she said in a soft voice “may I have a taste of you?”
I didn’t say anything. I just waited to see what she would do. After two or three seconds she said again “Please? I would like to feel your dick in my mouth. I want to please you.”
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