Later that night. [MF] [cheating]

*This is a continuance of my last post “sneaking in some pleasure.” I’ve written this assuming you are continuing it from where that story left off. Same woman, same night!*

A hour and a half after the closet I feel a buzz in my pocket. By now I had assumed she decided just to go home and that I would hear from Madi another time. Seems I was wrong!

“I have an idea.” Was all that was written.

“Well, I’m all ears.” I respond and place the phone back in my pocket. I couldn’t see her, she must have been outside somewhere. Right away the phone buzzes again.”

“I’ve been drinking a lot and Sylvia (mutual friend) suggests I should take one of the rooms. Two of them have beds and one has a couch.” I thought for a moment and realized where she was going.

Sneaking in some pleasure. [mf] [cheating]

Normally I don’t do parties. I’m somewhat of an introvert, which is not to say I’m anti-social, its just that keeping up the nice social facades wears me out fairly quickly and I tend to pick and choose those battles based on who I get to see and how much I’ll get to interact with them. Picking my battles of social interactions came down to a couple questions. Who will be there, who won’t be there. If I had enough people I liked so that I could bounce between 2-3 of them throughout the night while my GF did her social butterfly thing then I was happy enough to go. There was another factor that could pull me out to a party with mutual friends though, and her name is Madi.

Madi is a woman I’ve known a while despite us pretending we don’t know each other when we are in public. She always was humble about her looks when we talked about them, but I thought she was insanely sexy. She has a beautiful sort of pale olive skin tone. Jet black hair that falls down to her shoulders. Her body was the definition of curvy. Big round soft breast, a well shaped waist and tummy, and her hips and butt curved back out and turned into thick muscular
but still soft legs.

Our first face to face.[MF][Cheating]

Edit: If this edit mark is still up i have not finished proofing. I know there are better ways to proof and then post, but I wrote it in the text box from my phone instead of using a word processor then copying. Sorry if it ruins it. It will be proofed by the end of the night.

This first time we spoke was innocent enough. I got a message from her asking about the cafe I was sitting in in my picture. She guessed correctly the exact cafe and I was pretty impressed. To be fair its a rather famous one, known for their beignets and coffee, but neither of us lived there and there weren’t many identifying features to work with. She just had the same cafe burned into her mind from her own time spent there. I won’t say how we were messaging each other, but I will say it was not a dating site, neither of us had been looking for a connection, but that night as we messaged for hours we made one.

Lunch time stress relief.[MF]

“Hey, take your lunch at one.”

Her message read exactly like the command it was. As I read it I could even hear her tone of voice, and imagine the unimpressed expression on her face as she made the decision that she wanted my attention.

“You got it babe.” I write back. After I send the message, I question why I even wrote “babe,” as she’s clearly not in that kind of mood.

“Good” is her only response.

The next couple hours at work take forever. Excitement and anxiety sneak in to all my tasks. Excitement that she’s clearly thought about me and decided she wants the attention. The anxiety is not even really rational, just inevitable. I absolutely love when she does this, but it does always come with that “what if she does not like it?” thought.

She let me have it all.[MF]

I should start by explaining how hot this woman is.
She is tall and dark and exotic. I’m nearly 6 foot and without shoes she matches my height. Her proportions are incredible, large soft breasts that hang perfectly and fill the hands with more than they can handle, long supple and strong legs that turn into a big (the good big) round bite-able ass. The only thing on her more luxurious than her smooth brown skin is her long jet black hair. Her smile is big and bright and her pretty lips fade from brown to light pink. By all rights she should be out of my league, but through some luck granted by the universe she finds me attractive too!!!
Our everyday life does not provide us with the ability to see each other often, so when we do, my pent up desire for her overrides my patience. We try to do normal date things, but she knows by how I’m looking at her that I want to revel in her body more than anything. Fortunately she seems to enjoy that.