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A Cold Encounter

by Allan

Copyright© 2019 by Allan

True Sex Story: This is an old story posted under my other name, Francis, which I no longer use. So I just want all my stories under the one author name.

Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   True Story   Cheating   Exhibitionism   Masturbation   Voyeurism   .

This event happened a few years ago when I met a woman I had contact with over the internet. The incident is the second and last time I met the woman and marks a low point in my life at the time.

I had been working away from home for several years, home at the weekend away again on the Sunday evening. I was a married guy with kids and what occurred with this woman does not fill me with a great deal of pride, in fact I regret the experience, although it was erotic but in a very cold way.

My eye had been wandering and I was positively looking for extra marital sex, there is no point in disguising the fact, I was looking to get laid and in the parlance of the time, with no strings attached.

I had spoken to, let’s call her Ann because I can’t remember her name, a few times, the discussions were, for my part, designed to revolve around sex. I also believe she was only looking for sex and not a long term relationship that you might expect. I suppose my perception has always been that the guy is just on the look out for sex and the women is looking for a more substantial arrangement that involves commitment, maybe not always.

On this occasion I believe that the woman was of the same mind as me and that she was just looking for sex, preferably to be fucked, but if not anything sexual if an actual fuck was not possible.

We met at a public place, I always remember that she wore a red coat. I watched from a distance, she stood at the pre-determined location and I waited and observed for a few minutes. Rather ungentlemanly of me, but that was par for the course for me.

I approached her, and I suppose we appraised each other and as we did not call it off there and then, we must of both felt attraction albeit of the basic variety.

We went to a nearby cafe and had a soft drink as we were both driving. The conversation was, as I recall, pretty banal. Certainly there was no meeting of minds or deep discourse. I do recall thinking that no matter if I actually liked her as a person, or not, I would fuck her given the chance, so I sat there with a slowly growing erection, as you do.

The event itself took place in the front of my car, we started kissing and generally fumbling around. I was happy for her to do the unzipping of my trousers and release my now erect cock. She began to give me a hand job, a wank.

She then uttered the words that I will never forget, “I just want to see you spunk”, not “I just want to see your spunk”, or, “I want to make you spunk”.

It was the act of seeing me spunk rather than seeing the spunk itself or even making me spunk that struck me as odd. For some reason the difference meant something to me, in that she was expressing selfish voyeuristic pleasure, rather than giving me pleasure. It turned her on to see the spectacle rather than share in my pleasure.

The act itself was very cold devoid of any warmth or real intimacy, but, for me, not at all unpleasant experience, in fact really very erotic.

Anyway, I did comply with her need to see me spunk, I did cum after a relatively short time. I was happy to ejaculate and my spunk went everywhere, as is its want. I emptied my balls and I enjoyed it, hugely.

I do also remember thinking that she was good at giving a hand job, quite practised, why should I think that this was her first time giving a guy a hand job. Just as for me it was, by no means, the first time I had received a hand job, from either a man or a woman.

Cold, unromantic, selfish sex, like this has always been attractive to me, not abuse in any way, using and being used was, and still is, a significant sexual turn on for me. Don’t really know where this comes from, probably something in my formative years, best not go there.

I never saw her again, we did speak on the phone once, but that was really to agree that we, or to be really honest, I, did not want to see her again, cold and selfish to the last.

So there you have it, make of it what you will. It did happen exactly as I have described, it is a true story, why on earth would I make up such a squalid tale.

I would be happy to hear any comments from anyone who reads this, good bad or indifferent.

 
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