I suspended my online account; before hitting the ‘close’ button I saw a message from one of the remaining men I was interested in but I was too battle weary to respond and I had already given him my e-mail address.
He had the foresight from our previous messages to guess correctly that I was considering temporary retirement and my account shutdown wasn’t because of him. I received an e-mail and we met for a drink a few nights later. I didn’t have a good read on him because his profile photos weren’t good quality and our communication had been brief, but his e-mails mentioned enough about his interests and background to pique my curiosity and prop my ailing sense of hope.
I nominated a hotel to meet for a drink and he walked in a door as I was walking out to look for a quiet table to sit. I only recognised him as we were on the phone together at the time trying to find each other. He was more attractive than his photos and I couldn’t conceal my delight. He’s of average height and weight and has brown hair and brown eyes but the way everything is assembled worked for me big time. He seemed pleased and kissed me hello on the lips.
We discussed our situations: he is in an open relationship where his wife is accepting of his non-monogamy and is expressing interest in the lifestyle but hasn’t taken action. His special interest is playing the third man for couples and we exchanged stories until the hotel closed — he won the discussion about group sex and I was queen of car sex tales. We were sitting at 45-degree angles and his leg touched mine for longer periods as we talked. I grasped his wrist when I was emphasising a point in a story to let him know I was also interested.
We agreed to take a drive in his car and look for a quiet place to get to know each other better. I suggested a beachside car park but it was adjacent a main road and he drove confidently to what turned out to be the same car park where I spent time with Super Nerd. I chose to feign ignorance like I think he was and pretended we were creating this space for ourselves. We kissed; finding a happy connection with our lips was awkward for a while — his mouth is smaller and rounder than mine and his lips thinner, and our teeth occasionally gnashed until we worked out the real estate of each other’s mouths.
He is senior in the industry he works in, has impeccable manners and a high-end car, but couldn’t stop himself from gasping, “Great tits,” when I undid my bra. I laughed and enjoyed hearing the basic response of a man when lust strips away his layers of civility. I reclined the seat and laid back while he rolled my nipples between his fingers and brushed his fingers along my belly. My pants and underwear ended up on the floor and he fingered me shallowly; by then I was ruing that I had my period and hadn’t brought protection as I wasn’t anticipating anything beyond meeting him for the drink. I asked him to remove his clothes and he wondered what had taken me so long.
I wrapped my hand around his cock and massaged it to life. He squirmed and praised and said how much he wanted to fuck me. I leaned over the centre console and went down on him and couldn’t find a way with my mouth to maintain his erection; he was still aroused and moaning but I will take a while to work out his likes if we see each other again. I returned to masturbating him while kissing and his erection returned.
He became quiet and his breathing increased in tempo while thrusting in turn with my hand. He seemed to orgasm without ejaculating; again, if there is a next time I’ll need to spend time working out his body. I’ve witnessed this before but only rarely and I wonder if he was being polite. He pressed into my clit with his finger and made circles until I came, and I wasn’t just being polite.
We talked a while until he drove me back to my car. I’ve noticed the last few men I’ve met for outdoor activities have driven away without waiting for me to start my car and ensure my safe departure, but he escorted me to my car like a gentleman — and then pushed me against the door and grinded into me as we kissed goodnight until we almost ended up in his car again. I liked both sides of his behaviour.
He is interstate for the week and I’ll see what transpires when he returns.
Another postscript: He has postponed our planned meeting this weekend due to an extension of his trip. We’ll see …