44 Fantasy meets reality - Sex Stories

44 Fantasy meets reality

... room carpet laptop in front of her as he did. They sent me a picture (now firmly tucked away in my own collection) of her rump with the two initials drawn on in the location I described. True I can hear you sceptics say it may not have happened in reality and she may have been fantasising but I honestly doubt it she having been very up front with me since we learnt to trust one another a while back, something some folk should be wary of on web sites and chat lines but it was caution that saved her from embarrassment with another punter on here( a long story not relevant now). Now one of the things that turn me on big time is undressing my victim, and another (fantasy so far) is to have the lady hung by the wrists to enjoy my ministrations so I also mentioned that while she was on, then left them to enjoy the situation together. The next night she was not on, but the following she came up and said she was happy to meet me and we arranged where and of course when. The next week was a busy one getting ready to go on holiday followed with the long trip eastwards to the campsite and a week of the usual holiday guff. As I said lies and deception is not normally my thing but rather than cause my wife any upset (her celibacy being no fault of hers) I just didn’t tell her a lot at all. I had arranged a meet with Sue at a mutually neutral spot and so after a few days enjoying the area I begged a bit of time to myself for the pursuit of one of my hobbies which none of my fellow ...

... holidaymakers enjoy and off I went to meet the lady of my on line dreams. Now the fantasy of ‘on line’ was to meet the reality of fact, we were due to meet at the novelty rock emporium on the sea front of shall we say a prominent seaside town. Before the appointed time like an excited teenager, there I was heart fluttering, watching the ladies pass with swimsuits and summer skirts waving in the breeze, licking an ice cream with my camera round my neck like any other silly bugger on holiday and keeping a wary eye on the predatory gulls that steal ices on this coastline. She like all women was late, not a lot I grant you, but in my nervous state it seemed like forever, in the flesh she did not disappoint. A well dressed, tidy, mid 50`s nice smile high heels and a summer frock. I bought ice creams and we sat with a cornet apiece and chatted for a few moments, catching up and appraising one another as folk who have only half met do. Suddenly she asked where my car was, I pointed it out and she quickly pecked at my cheek then said she would be back with her motor and to follow her, then was gone into the crowd. Like a driver at le-mans I was in and the engine ticking over my mind telling me I had blown it somehow but hoping against hope I was wrong. After a few moments a horn blew and she was waving from her motor, my heartbeat leapt and we were away into the traffic, I clung to that ladies motor like a limpet to a rock, she knowing her way led me to another small town about 15 minutes ...