*a story submitted long ago on another account that I wanted to recover*
This was not the first time I had met up with Diane, but it was the first time we came together. Diane and I had met online and had developed a flirtatious friendship. We had met up once earlier, for ice cream and a trip to a local park. We kissed and I shocked her by feeling her up while I pushed her on the swing, but it didn’t go much further than that. I did have her shirt almost off kissing at a picnic table, but then another vehicle drove in and the shirt got pushed back down.
This time, however, I think we both knew things would go further. She picked me up at work and we drove to a large covered parking lot not all that far away. We both got into the middle row of seats and wasted no time losing ourselves in each other. She had worn an open shirt over a black bodysuit that snapped between her legs. She had jeans on over that. I was wearing my usual attire of jeans and a polo shirt, probably with a t-shirt underneath. This was in 2002. I was 39 years old and Diane was a bit older at 40.