(A little back story. I was a courier on call at the time and married with two kids. I had just recently discovered chat rooms, and I was on the prowl.)
In March of 1998 I joined a dating site on AOL. I was searching under the disguise of a divorced man. The year before, I tried another hobby to try to stay busy, photography. Last year, I stood in front of a mirror and took my own picture. Soon, my profile on that site contained my picture and an AOL screen name.
As I was on the computer one evening, someone that I didn’t know sent me a message. Her name was Debra and she lived in Mason, about a twenty-minute drive. It was 10 P.M. and the kids were in bed, as was Sherri. (The wife).
She wasn’t asleep yet because I could hear the TV going.
Debra said she wanted to meet me now. Of course, I told her that wouldn’t be a problem. She didn’t have a picture so she told me what she would be wearing. I was to meet her in thirty minutes at the TGIF in Mason.
After shutting the computer down, I paged myself and told Sherri I had a run.
I hopped in the truck and took off.
I had told Debra what kind of truck I was driving and when I pulled into the parking lot, she picked me out right away. We walked into the restaurant and took a small table in the non-smoking section. She was about 5’4” with light brown hair. She was a little overweight, but she was attractive. Sitting across from each other, we began talking and she kept asking me, “You’re really not married?”
I kept telling her I was divorced and I suppose she eventually believed me. When she asked me why I got a divorce, I just told her that after twenty-one years the magic had disappeared. That part was true anyway.
As we sat across from each other, her hands started reaching across the table about half way, and then she would pull them back, and repeat the movement.
Finally, I reached over and grabbed them, softly moving my thumbs across her fingers.
“Hmm…You have a nice touch.”
“Thank you. You have very soft hands.” I said as I got up and sat next to her.
We looked into each other’s eyes as I moved in and kissed her, our lips parting for an instant as our tongues touched.
“Let’s go out to my car.” She whispered. She didn’t have to ask twice.
We quickly paid the bill and went out to her car, getting into the back seat. As our arms went around each other we kissed passionately, our hands going under each other’s clothing. As we came up for air, she suggested we go to her house. After all, it was closer than mine.
“Sure.” I replied. Quickly zipping back up and hopping into my truck, I followed her for the five-minute trip to her house.
She told me to park on the street, because she wasn’t sure if her son was home or not. Going in, she called his name then motioned for me to come in. She walked into a little family room near her kitchen that had a nice corner couch in it, and a 32-inch TV. Turning on the TV, she switched the channel to the Country Music video station.
“Oh, you like country music.” I asked.
“I love it. Do you?”
“It will do.”
As I sat on the couch, she came and sat next to me, we kissed, our tongues going deeply into our mouths. I leaned her back on the couch as I undid her jeans and pulled them off. It wasn’t long before we were both naked on the couch, her sitting on my lap, riding my hard rod as I kissed and bit at her nibbles. Her body shook as we reached orgasm. After resting for five minutes, she laid back and spread her legs for me. I started on her legs, working my way up as my tongue explored her shaven mound. This time – she screamed as my tongue drove her crazy, then I was inside her again; thrusting into her as I kissed her. Our sweat mingled as I pumped into her harder, making the couch damp with our heated passion. After we came again, she got up and ran to the restroom, calling me to get dressed.
When she came back, we sat there watching the TV, snuggled in each other’s arms, kissing every once in awhile for another twenty minutes before she told me her son should be home soon and I should leave. We exchanged phone numbers, I gave her my cell phone, we kissed again and I got in my truck and left. Changing the station on the radio from classic oldies to country, I have been listening to country since.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dbsc9/discovering_the_internet_after_20_years_of_a
i’ll stay with the classics…..still