Chapter 3

Whilst and before all this had been happening, none of which I’d imagined would ever be something I’d do, I’d been dating on my own. I used various sites like plentyoffish, tinder and a few others to find partners. I knew I wasn’t looking for a long term relationship but I wanted some of the fun that had been lacking during my marriage. The ability to walk away without jealousy or recrimination was especially important.

One night, the week after the meeting with Jack, I arranged to meet a guy for a meal. I turned up, on time, at the right place. He arrived about 10 minutes late, and just before I was about to walk off thinking I’d been stood-up. People can do amazing things with pictures on computers, and the picture I had from him bore only small resemblance to the beer belly walking towards me. He didn’t apologise for keeping me waiting, but looked me over and said,

“You’ll do”. Charming, I thought!

We went to a pub and he bought me a drink. We were in the corner, away from other people, and his conversation with me reflected that nobody else could hear.

“So. Are you after a husband?”

“No, not really, but I don’t want to be alone all the time either.”

“Do you use dating apps a lot?”

“A fair bit. How about you?”

“A fair bit too,” and he grinned at me. “So it’s sex you’re after?”

There was no point in lieing. I’d rather have sex than a relationship, so I nodded at him.

“Good, well we both know where we stand. So let’s not waste our time and money on a meal and have a quick shag”

And they say that romance is dead, I thought!

We drank up and I followed him to car park, where I thought we’d get into his car and drive somewhere more pleasant. Nope. We took the lift to the 8th floor, and went to a sheltered part, hidden from all except those standing right in front of us. He pulled down his pants and trousers, and his cock stood out. I won’t say that it was long, but it was quite thick. I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. You’re never sure with a new partner whether he’ll be clean, if he’ll have an unpleasant odour. This guy was clean, tidy underwear, and I could smell a pleasant scent too.

I really enjoyed blowing him. He was obviously enjoying my oral attentions on him and he felt very good in my mouth. He didn’t produce much cum when he ejaculated, but there was enough to taste and enjoy. Trouble with blowing guys in public is that you’ve no idea what you’re going to do whilst he recovers. This guy removed my skirt and knickers and pushed me backwards over a short wall. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but I’ve had worse, and he put his head between my thighs and went to town on my pussy. He had a very good tongue and he hit exactly the right spot more times than most. He may not have been the best looking guy but he really knew his cunnilingus.

After a few minutes, he stood up and was fully erect once more. He turned me over and took me doggy style, bent over, once more, the short wall. He lasted a good 10 minutes and I did orgasm through that, which I appreciated. Afterwards, he passed my clothes to me and gave me a kiss. He asked me how I was getting home and I said by bus; he told me he was walking but would take me back to the bus station. He was much more relaxed now and we chatted like old friends. At the end, we both said we’d see each again. We haven’t, but we might!

So, I arrived home much earlier than I expected. Will was in his room playing on his X box. I remembered what had happened this evening and I started to feel a little frustrated. I reached for my middle drawer in my bedside cabinet, where I keep my toys. The drawer wasn’t completely closed and the toy I’d last used wasn’t the one on top. The thought that Will had been through there added to my feelings of frustration and increased my lust. I called Will.

“Yes, Mum?”

“Have you been through these drawers? “. Will blushed. “I’ll take that as a yes, then. Go and clean your teeth and come back for a cuddle.”

I undressed and got into bed. A few minutes later, Will came back, wearing his pyjamas.