Chapter 1

By early in 2003, I had been an active member of an internet chat community for several years. The community was a NASCAR racing related group consisting of members from all over the United States. There were even a few members from overseas who popped in now and then. The community members would spend hours chatting with each other in the chat room of the web site. Our conversations were not limited to racing. We discussed a wide variety of topics, especially during the off-season, or anytime there was not a current race to discuss.

One evening, Dawn, a female member of our community, asked if I would like to communicate with her privately on IM (Instant Messenger). IM is separate from the community and its chat room. Unlike a chat room which can be accessed by any member of a group, IM is a private means of communication via computer. IM conversations can be accessed only if both parties agree to participate.

I'm always happy to chat with a young lady, so, I quickly agreed. Little did I know, what I thought would be a light-hearted conversation, would soon lead to so much more. Dawn and I were soon chatting on IM almost every night.

Though they started out light-hearted, in very short order, our conversations had taken a turn toward the erotic. We had begun discussing, in graphic detail, the sexual activities we had tried, and would like perform on, or with, each other. Our near nightly conversations became more and more graphic as time went by.

I should probably mention here that Dawn and I are both married and have children. Early on I made Dawn aware that I was approximately 20 years older than she was. She was in her mid 30s, and I in was my late 50s. She quickly soothed my concerns caused by our age difference. She said she liked older men.

So, I dove right in, so to speak. I guess the old saying is true. "There's no fool, like an old fool."

It turned out Dawn had no experience with any type of sex other than the standard missionary position and giving oral pleasures. She claimed to lack a gag reflex. That allowed her to give one hell of a deep-throat blowjob. Unfortunately for her, she had never been on the receiving end of any oral attentions.

Over the next several weeks, Dawn and I developed a very close relationship, at least over the net. We discussed our personal lives and the problems we were each having at home. We even discussed the possibility of meeting someday. The expressed purpose of such a meeting would be to screw each other senseless, with no strings attached.

Dawn said she wanted to find how much more there was to having sex than just laying there while she got screwed. She wanted more than having some guy climb on, hump her until he came, roll off, and go to sleep. That's the type of sex she had become used to.

I too was somewhat anxious to get together with Dawn. I wanted a sample of her claimed expertise at giving a blowjobs.

One day, several months after Dawn and I began our cyber relationship, my wife told me she would be going out of town for several days. When I told Dawn of my upcoming lonely weekend, she quickly suggested we get together somewhere. She suggested we could meet in a major city that is about half way between our respective homes.

I had reservations. Talking about sex is one thing, but planing to really meet was quite something else. I was again concerned about our age difference. My ability to keep up with a woman in her prime caused me a great deal of anxiety. Dawn was so sweet about it. She convinced me I would do fine. She said it would be her job to make sure I rose to the occasion. She promised a night to remember, even if she had to provide the Viagra.

So, with lingering reservations, I agreed to meet

her. A short time later, we had made our arrangements. We would meet at a mutually known spot in a major city in an adjoining state. We laid out plans to meet for a nice dinner and a visit to a club for drinks and dancing. Any further activities would be left to our desires at the time.

As the day of our date approached, I was getting more and more apprehensive. I was still concerned about my ability to satisfy a woman more than 20 years my junior. As I drove down the freeway on the way to our rendezvous, I began having feelings of nervous anticipation. I hadn't felt like that since I was a teenager.

We had arranged to meet at a restaurant we both knew. I was so nervous, I could barely keep from shaking as I turned into the restaurant's parking lot. At least I didn't have to wait long. Dawn pulled into the lot just a few minutes behind me.

When I first laid eyes on a live, flesh and blood, Dawn, many of my fears melted away. Though we had exchanged pictures, and I knew she was a nice looking girl, seeing her in the flesh made my heart jump.

Her dress added to the excitement. It was a snug-fitting, black velvet, spaghetti strapped, little thing. Its hemline struck her at mid thigh and revealed a shapely pair of legs. Dawn was about five foot seven inches tall with just enough body fat to make her soft and very nicely curved. She had a wonderful set of tits. Though they weren't over-sized, her tits quite adequately filled out the low-cut neckline of her dress. They seemed to be trying to escape the confinement of Dawn's dress by spilling over the top.

As she bounded out of her car, her tits nearly bounced out of her dress. No plastic in those babies! She was smiling broadly. Her blonde hair created a golden frame for her round face. Her light blue eyes seemed to twinkle, and her full lips just begged to be kissed.

As she approached, I had her stop and slowly turn. Her hips and ass filled the lower part of her dress as nicely as her tits filled the top. Overall, Dawn presented a very tempting package.

When I held out my hands to her, Dawn came forward and we embraced. Without a word, she put her arms around my neck, firmly hugged me, and softly kissed my lips.

Wow! What a way to meet a girl for the first time. This date did indeed appear to be headed for a night to remember.

Dinner was good, but uneventful. Well, I can't quite say that. Dawn and I were seated in a dimly lighted corner of the restaurant, and we had a difficult time keeping our hands off each other. In fact, we failed miserably.

While I ate, I rubbed her thighs under the table. I had soon, with a little assistance from Dawn, gotten her dress to ride higher and higher up her legs. Now and then, between sips of wine, I would give her panty-covered crotch a gentle swipe with my two middle fingers. Her panties were becoming very damp.

Dawn, in turn, was stroking my swollen cock through my pants. She would also give it an occasional quick squeeze.

We had finished dinner and ordered a second glass of wine, when Dawn excused herself to use the restroom. Before leaving the table she laid a little blue pill next to my plate. She returned quickly and smiled when she saw the pill was gone. As she sat down she pulled her dress back up nearly as high as it had been before she left. The next time I stroked her crotch, I found her pussy bare. No panties! She had removed them in the restroom.

"Air cooled, huh?" I asked.

With a giggle, she whispered into my ear. "My panties had gotten so wet, they felt like I had sprung a leak."

After dinner we drove to a nearby club. There, we drank and danced until about midnight. As we danced, we not so discreetly fondled each other. Grabbing her by the ass with both hands as we danced caused her dress to ride up. The lower part of her bare ass was being displayed to anyone who cared to look. By the time we left the club, we were blatantly feeling each other up on the dance floor.

We headed for a nice hotel nearby. We had noticed it near the restaurant before dinner. We checked in, and I carried our two small overnight bags to our room.

As soon as we got inside the room, Dawn spun me around to face her, and firmly kissed me. Our tongues darted in and out, exploring each other's mouths.

She then dropped to her knees. In a matter of seconds, Dawn had my cock out of my pants, and was licking it like a lollipop. She was expertly using her tongue on my cock as she ran her mouth up and down its length. She bathed my entire cock and balls with her tongue. When she took my cock into her mouth, she took it to the entrance of her throat with her first dive. Whatever other skills and experiences she may have lacked, this girl could suck a cock.