When I awake, I remember every detail of last night's dream, where I was not sleeping but making love. I shudder as my emotions overwhelm me and tears stream down my face. It seems like an eternity since I felt a man's touch, the kind of caress that awakens every part of me. Oh, God, to feel that thrill once more, after all these years, would be heaven. How long must I wait before I find that special someone, a man who will not only capture my heart, but fill every aspect of my life?
I search online, joining many date sights, and wonder, are they any good, or is the internet version of "the bar scene"?
At first I get many replies; most want a no strings attached relationship. Sure, they are fun and I have had a few along the way, but I want more.
One day, unexpectedly, I receive an email from a man I will call James. He did not start the letter by boasting of his big, long, and hard cock, or details of how good he can fuck. The letter said, "I like your profile, please read mine and write me if you're interested in just meeting me for dinner."
I open your profile just to see what it says, wondering in the back of my mind if the opening line of the email is misleading. As I read, it tells me the usual stuff about your age and status. After that all it mentions is you are lonely, just looking for a female friend. Someone to take to dinner at first, and then to see if there is chemistry between them that can lead to more. It sounds innocent enough. I'm lonesome too and my mind is shouting, "Should I, could I, oh hell, why not!"
I email you and tell you to call me Amanda. We converse through email, and by phone, many times. Your voice and mannerisms are captivating, you don't sound like the men I have dated in the past, which turned out to be horny, hungry, pussy-hounds. Although my mind is still a little hesitant, my body is excited about the possibility of a new relationship. Monday, around ten a.m., I email you and agree to meet you for dinner at a local restaurant. Afterwards a million thoughts start going through my head; will you like me, will I like him, so on, and so forth.
This evening you call me. "Amanda, thanks for agreeing to meet me for dinner. I was worried you'd not follow through with it. I'm sure glad you did."
"You're welcome James. To be honest, I thought about it, and figured that I'm not going to find anyone sitting here at home, having a pity party."
You pause, snicker, and ask, "I was just wondering something. Now, don't feel offended about my next question. Baby, if we find out we are compatible during dinner, can I have you for dessert?"
I'm glad that we are talking on the phone, because at this moment I was blushing from head to toe. I ponder the thought, "What if there is chemistry?" The woman in me wants to scream, "I need to have a man, show me that I'm a woman again." Then I give myself a little pet talk, saying, "Go slow, and don't be too darn provocative."
I sighed, rolled my eyes, and giggled. "Ah, let's just have dinner and see what happens, I'm not promising anything yet."
"Okay, see you Saturday. I'll pick you up around six thirty p.m., if that's alright with you."
"I'd like that, because I'm still new to this area. I don't know my way around town very well, and can get lost going around the corner."
You laugh and say, "I don't get lost sweetheart, I've been bewildered a time or two. It's time for me to get ready for bed. Love yahs doll."
I look at my watch and realize we've been talking for a half hour. I yawn, stretch, and bid you goodbye. I then get ready for bed.
As I lay there, my thoughts wander. It feels like it's been ages since a man touched my warm, smooth skin, smelled my scent, and tasted my flesh. I quiver when I remember the last time a man spent the night with me. He took his time memorizing every inch of me, and set me ablaze with passion. Would you take time to get to know me, and when the time is right, go further?
I fall asleep dreaming of the many rendezvous' with you. The long walks in the park, going to the theater, candlelight dinners, and several sexual delights.
It seems like the days pass by slower than molasses. When Saturday comes, I'm more nervous than a teenager is on her first date. I wonder if you are just as jittery. In the back of my mind I still wonder if you're a phony, just looking for a one-night stand.
Around three I search for that one perfect outfit that shows I have class, am a vivacious woman, but not too provocative. I choose my sexiest lingerie, a mint green pantsuit, along with a floral blouse and matching heels. I then coordinate it with my jewelry and perfume. Seeing that everything is to my liking, I head for the bathroom and a luxurious bath.
I pamper myself for an hour, then get out of the tub and dry myself off. I then go into the bedroom to put on my lingerie. With trembling hands I put on my undergarments and make-up. After all I want to be alluring and bewitching.
I put on everything, step into my heels, then walk over to my full-length mirror to check myself out. I examine myself, whistle, and purr. "Wow, Amanda, you are a knockout, guaranteed to make any man drool."
I walk into the living room and sit down. I need to do something to keep myself cool, calm, and collected. I try watching television, this doesn't work, so I pick up the newspaper. With shaky hands I begin reading the front page.
I am in the middle of reading when I hear a car pull into the driveway. I look at my watch, gulp, and take a deep breath. "Well babe, it's now or never."
James's knocks on the door. I swear my heart is beating so loud my neighbor can hear it. I walk over, open the door and there you stand. Your six-foot frame is overpowering to my five-foot four. You have a smile and twinkling blue eyes that made me weak in the knees and I shudder with desire. I reach out my hand to greet you, uttering a breathless hello, and then nearly pass out.
You pull me into your arms and kiss my cheek. "Hello Amanda. You're beautiful."
I thank you hoping not to sound too excited. However, my mind shouts, "Is he for real, if so pinch me please!"
You escort me to the car and we drive off in the direction of the restaurant.
Once there, you escort me into the restaurant. You then tell me that you are going to choose a table away from the main dining area, so we can talk openly and privately. You are a perfect gentleman, and help me to my seat.
We then look over the menu, I choose what I want, and then you tell the waiter your request. You pause and suggest, "Shall I order some wine, Amanda?"
"Sure, why not, we are celebrating the start of something new."
After toasting to "new beginnings" we proceed to enjoy dinner. The meal is superb and the conversation enjoyable. I don't know why, but I feel like we are long time friends taking it to the next level.
I can't keep my eyes off you. I wonder if you have any idea what you're doing to me. When you speak, my heart skips a beat. Every movement of your body sends a thrill of desire through me, and I get this overwhelming desire to make love to you.
I jump when you clear your throat and ask, "What's wrong, do I have a piece of food caught in my teeth?"
"No, I was just daydreaming."
"Aha, let me ask you this. Is it an ordinary one, or sultry one which involves me and you?"
I smile, blush, and answer, "How's about having me for dessert?"
For a moment I think you are going to pass out. I reach for your hand and ask, "Are you okay, you look like you're going to faint? If you do, I am a nurse and can bring you too, with a little mouth to mouth."
"Honey, are you serious? Please tell me you're not kidding around with me."
"I assure you, I don't kid around like that. By the way, I find you very attractive, and to be honest, I'm dying to see you without those clothes!"
You reach out for my hand and whisper, "Your place or mine doll?"
"Yours, my old grumpy landlord who occupies the other half of the duplex might not appreciate me having gentlemen callers."
By the way, we skip dessert at the restaurant and drive directly to your house. You unlock the door, let me walk through the door first, and then pull me inside into your arms.
As your big arms encircle me, and our lips meet. A shudder goes through me clear to the center of my womanhood. I love the smell of a man, the heat of your skin, and its texture. I'm very affectionate, I also caress, kiss, lick, suck, and taste ever inch of a man.
You look into my eyes and ask, "Oh God honey, where do I start?"
I giggle and purr, "First off let's go to your bedroom, where we can get comfy."
Anxious, with a million thoughts rushing through my head you lead me there. Once there, I suggest that you sit on the bed and watch me. After all, in my opinion nothing revs up a man's motor than a striptease.
With trembling fingers I take things off piece-by-piece so you can see each limb, rise, swell, dip, and valley of my body. I stand there nude for a few moments, open to your lusty gaze. Following this I move onto the bed, lying atop the covers, allowing nothing to come between us. I wink and lick my lips, knowing what is going to happen next.
"Baby, I don't want you to take off your clothing yet. Instead, stand at the foot of the bed with your hands behind your head. Keep them there, no matter what I do, or how badly you want to move them, don't. I want to discover and explore every inch of you without any interruptions."
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