This story is from not long ago but prior to covid.
We met on tinder, both of us matching with anonymous profiles and clear descriptions of our situations and what we were looking for. I normally wouldn’t have swiped right, but it’s much easier to have an affair when the other person is in the same situation, so I thought I’d give it a shot. We started chatting almost immediately upon matching and turned out to have similar interests and similar goals and we very quickly moved to Kik, where we just as quickly setup a coffee meeting for the next day. It turned out we lived about 50 miles from each other so we found a place in between where we could be reasonably sure we wouldn’t run into anyone we knew.
As I drove to the meeting place, I was understandably nervous. I mean, I knew quite a bit about her from our chats but neither of us had shared pictures with each other, so I didn’t really know what to expect. Was it really a man? Someone my wife knew? My wife herself? Would we be attracted to each other? While I was fairly sure it wasn’t any of the first three, I had no idea about the last, but even if that was the case, if the worst that happened is that I had a friendly conversation with someone over coffee, I’d still count that as a win.
We had agreed to meet on a pier and she told me what she was wearing, so I spotted her immediately as I walked out. Let’s just say, my concerns were completely unfounded. The woman who greeted me was slim, early 30’s with dark hair and deep brown eyes, dressed in a light sweater and leggings that showed off her body. She was stunning and I was blown away by my luck. I’m not so bad looking myself, standing about 5’9″, muscled but not chiseled, bearded with gray streaks and pushing 40, but here I was meeting a stranger who my younger self would have said was far out of my league. Age and the experience and confidence that comes with it has shown me that the “league” and being in or out of it is only a state of mind, so with a smile and a quick hello, I offered my hand to shake and said “Marie?”
I won’t bore you with the details of the awkward first few minutes of meeting, but it didn’t take long for us to fall into the cadence we’d established over texts. Conversation flowed easily, laughs were natural, and flirting was happening without shame on both of our parts. We’d established prior to meeting that we wouldn’t even kiss this first time, because both of us wanted something more than a meaningless hookup, but obviously less than a romantically involved relationship. On both of our parts, we were suffering from dead bedroom situations and high libidos that our hands could only solve for so long. My wife and I had sex maybe once every month or two and her frequency was even less. Before we knew it, our time available was coming to an end and we said our goodbyes, but not before confirming the connection and chemistry we both felt for each other.
It would be another two weeks before we could meet up again. A picnic in a park overlooking the waves. We’re lucky to live in an area that doesn’t see much inclement weather, so even in the winter it was shorts and light clothes. She looked just as gorgeous before and her face lit up with a smile as soon as she saw me. For the first hour or so, we just enjoyed some snacks on a blanked before deciding to take a walk to find a more private location. On this particular day it was sunny and bright but the days previous had been overcast on the coast, so there were plenty of people out enjoying the ocean views. Fortunately, that meant that a path around a hill took us to a small park that was completely empty aside from the occasional walker along the path. We found a nice spot on the grass next to a tree to lay down and continue our conversation, but talking didn’t last long before we found each others lips.
It was tentative and soft at first, yet just a few short seconds later that chemistry we felt, our hunger for each other, exploded into a passionate embrace, full of desire and need. It was as if the days and weeks of yearning for a touch, any kind of touch, culminated in this moment with this person I’d randomly met while sneaking tinder on my phone.
Days passed, entire lifetimes, as we lay kissing in each other’s arms. Eventually hands began to explore. Marie’s breathe caught as my fingers grazed the skin of her stomach, trailed down her thighs and back up. As I tried to pull my hand away, she grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on her pussy. I could feel the heat, could tell she was already soaking for me. “I need this so much” she whispered. As I propped myself up on an elbow, alternately tasting her lips and watching for walkers, I increased the pressure and motion of my left hand between her legs. Her hands stopped holding me and just curled into my shirt as her lower lip trembled and she quietly, but explosively, came for me.
As Marie recovered from her orgasm, she pushed me onto my back and began to return the favor, trailing her hands down my chest and stomach until they reached my cock. Rubbing it over my shorts, she quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them and, with a sly look around, pulled my cock out into the air. “You have such a beautiful shape,” she said to me as one hand stroked up and down and the other cupped my balls. “I have to taste you.”
It felt like an eternity from the time she started to lower her head until her lips gently settled on my cock. I thought it would never happen, that I’d wake and find myself in bed with a softening cock and a mess in the sheets, but I was not dreaming. She softly brushed her lips down my shaft, her breath warm against my skin and the tip of her tongue teasing my length. As she came to the head, she wrapped her lips around me and slowly, softly took me inside her mouth. The feeling was incredible. The first passionate touch I’ve felt in months. She made it clear she wanted it, needed it in her mouth, showed me how much she loved it, without saying words. She didn’t want me to cum, it wasn’t about me at all. She was enjoying it for herself and wanted it to last as long as it could.
I pulled her up as I saw someone walking up the path and she laid against me in disappointment, using her leg to cover me until the coast was clear, and then dove straight back to it. This process repeated itself a couple more times until we both heard the worst sound imaginable – an iPhone alarm saying it was time to bring our picnic to an end.
Walking back to our cars, the heat between us hardly dissipating, we began planning the next time, when we’d have all the time we needed to enjoy and explore each other. As she kissed me goodbye, she told me “think of me tonight while you fuck your wife….”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hpbnsx/mf_blowjob_in_the_park_and_then_finishing_in_my
Great, well written story. I would be pleased to read the rest of it.
Hot af! Waiting for part 2