A new spark - Sex Stories

A new spark

... Vineyards.” “Funny, I think I saw Mary on my way home today.” “Must have been someone else, then.” “Must have been, good night.” “Good night.” Once more the workday was cruelly slow. The upside however was a note from Veronica giving a club related reason for her absence. If she was still trying to keep her affair a secret, she wasn’t doing a very good job of it. Both her tennis and golf gear were still in the garage. For her, the consequence of getting caught are minor, she has her own money and we share no debt. But through the grapevine I once heard that mr. van Hooyten did not make his wife sign a prenup. The photo I have on my phone could be very expensive for him. After turning on my computer I give neither of them any more thought. What I am thinking about and had thought about all day was how to best formulate what I wanted from boredwife329. I knew, but would it scare her off to just come out and say it? With the familiar ping the chat window opened and the usual greetings where exchanged, after which the conversation remained quiet for a bit. Both of us nervous, or at least I am. “So,…” I started. “… what we want,” she finished. I decided to take the lead. “I’ll be very honest, I’m not looking for a boyfriend/girlfriend thing, but I’m also not out for some revenge fuck because of my situation with she who shall not be named. What I would like and what I’ve missed for so long, is a passion filled evening and or night with a woman.” I hit enter after typing the ...

... message and hold my breath. “I want to see your face.” Oke, not a direct no or fuck off. But not the response I was hoping for. “Meeting just a body does seem strange. I can’t believe I’m typing this but, let me take a selfie. Would it be rude of me to ask you for the same?” “No.” “Would you,..” Before I can hit enter. “Working on it.” I run to the bathroom to check if I wasn’t too big a mess and snap a picture. I upload it to the site which has a feature for sharing photo’s in private. I then share my selfie with her. “One selfie.” The site is quiet for a while. Finally I get a message that a picture was shared with me. I open it up and am greeted by a pair of light brown eyes and a disarming and beautiful smile. It fit with the photo of her body and as I imagine them together I get a picture in my mind of a gorgeous and sexy woman. My mind wanders for a bit, a ping gets me back to reality. “You’re cute.” “Thank you, you are quite stunning.” I get a blushing smiley face in return. “I would very much like to meet you.” “I would like that as well.” “How about we meet in Zakruder park. We can go for a stroll and see if we like each other in 3D.” “Sounds good to me. How about Friday at 17:00, can you make that?” I’d have to get out of work early, but for this, I’d quit if need be. “I can.” After that the conversation went on about the day’s events and a discussion on what was going on in Syria. Not sexy, but the tension that came with the start of our conversation was gone and we ...