Look But Don’t Touch

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The faint scent of sex still lingered, drifting up my nostrils as I lowered the car window. I hoped the crisp fresh air of early winter would blow away any remaining evidence. I still couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. If I had not been there, I wouldn’t. Alone, I began to ponder my little rendezvous. What would one call it? Cheating? Perhaps a form of unfaithfulness, but certainly not adultery. Hmmm, maybe none of the above. I wonder. Well, you can make up your own mind. Allow me to start from the beginning. Sit back and listen closely, for you have a decision to make. I knew Jeff from online. You know the route that can take… some chat, some flirting. One day fantasies popped up and he revealed his. I didn’t think much about it. Hell, it was only a fantasy and we all have them. As time went on, his fantasy began to crop up more and more; with us playing out the consequences. “Come on,” he would say, “nothing is going to happen. Put a little spice in your life. Think of how sexy and erotic, how sensual and arousing.” No response. “Sarah, it would be fucking hot and as an added bonus, think what it would do for your writing.” Waiting impatiently for a reply, Jeff prods, “All you have to do is watch and enjoy, but of course, if you cared to join… well. Think it over and let me know.” Jeff’s fantasy was relatively simple, a performance of sorts, to masturbate with a woman watching. An exhibitionist’s fantasy where I was the chosen voyeur, the missing piece of his puzzle. He told me how the mere thought was so exciting it caused his loins to tingle resulting in a rather nice erection. Smiling, I visualized him all hot and bothered. How I wished I could lean forward and peek through the screen to see if, in fact, his penis was growing to the magnificent specifications he proclaimed. I hate to confess, but I was aroused by this talk. The dead give away was the utter delight that was taking place between my thighs. Being the type of woman who likes to get the most out of a situation, I pressed my knees together, adding to my pleasure, Ümraniye Escort wondering if he was visualizing my doings. Whenever we would bump into each other, our chats always took this route to his fantasy. Then one day fantasy shifted toward a desire for realization. On a sunny winter day when a time slot allowed us both freedom from our work and spouses, we started to chat about meeting. If, how, when and where were the considerations now up for quick discussion, along with a few other questions. Like the cat, I was most curious. “Why me? Jeff” I asked. I was after all 13 years his senior. “Good question,” he said. “As a matter of fact, it’s quite logical. We’re both happily married, love our spouses, and practice fidelity. Add this to the fact that we know each other for over a year now, have spoken on the phone and we trust each other. Couldn’t get much more safe than that Sarah.” “God Jeff, I don’t know,” I hesitated. Jeff added, “Look but don’t touch must be the rule.” ‘The looking but no touching’ was a governable factor which somehow justified any thoughts of cheating in his mind. He was beginning to sound rather convincing. Besides, I was a sensual, sexy older woman and wouldn’t I just love to see a nice younger cock. A rendezvous certainly did have its appeal. The old ‘apple routine’, only a reversal. Now I know how Adam felt in the garden. I could almost feel the juicy nectar of the fruit running down my chin. Lust finally won me over. “Alright,” I said. “But absolutely no touching!” “How would we recognize each other?” we questioned. We had physical descriptions to go on, but we had never exchanged pictures. Simple, our attire. Step one was in the making. “I’ll wear tights and heels, a short black skirt, white blouse and a black wool blazer.” “I’ll have on dark dress pants with brown shoes.” “Oh boy, you’ll really stand out!” I said kiddingly. “OK, OK, also a pale pink shirt with a blue sweater. I’ll be the only idiot wearing an outfit like this,” he joked. “You won’t be able to miss me!” Ümraniye Escort Bayan Now to the next step. Where? “It would have to be a public place,” I suggested. “After all,” I joked, “one of us could be a crazed axe murderer.” We agreed on a hotel that was a halfway point between us. That would be as good a place as any. We would meet in the lounge area. Now to step three, when? “How about now?” he asked. Excited and nervous, I answered quickly, “Give me bout a half hour. How’s that?” “Good, call me on my car phone and let me know when you are on your way,” he said. The numbers quickly appeared on my screen. On the freeway I pulled open the crumpled paper I had clenched in my fist and punched in his number. A brief ring, “Hi,” a quick exchange of words; both of us were in transit. As I neared the hotel, I battled with my conscience. Time to chicken out is now, you can turn around, Sarah. Then another little voice… ooOOoo go ahead, what the hell. I dialed his number one more time and there was no answer, which meant he was already there. I couldn’t very well stand him up. Well, could I? Taking a deep breath as I glanced in the vanity mirror, I combed my fingers through my hair. Okay, it’s now or never. Go for it! With heels clicking, I walked towards the hotel wondering if he could see me as I nervously approached. Where exactly would he be? My heart raced as I pulled open the heavy glass door, pausing briefly, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness. About twenty feet in front of me stood a young male, arms down in front of him, one hand over the other. He almost appeared to be covering what he longed to expose. I knew immediately it was him. Hell, THOSE brown shoes were a dead give away. He was good looking. Better than I expected with a clean cut appeal and the smile he wore was friendly and did him justice. I could feel the corners of my mouth giving way to one of my own as I walked towards him. His eyes met mine momentarily before they dropped slowly down my body, then back up. With outstretched Escort Ümraniye hands, we walked towards one another. Both cocking our heads at the same moment. “Hi Jeff,” “Hi Sarah.” Greeting with chaste kisses on cheeks, we were about to embark on a little adventure. We walked over to a bench out of the way from the lounge area where we sat and exchanged some pleasantries. Was this the usual for those who had never met and yet were going to indulge in a wild fantasy? Were we nervous… yes. Excited… oh my yes. Were we sure… we thought so. Are you disappointed… oh no! And on it went with him patting my knee, telling me not to be so nervous. (Yeah, right) “Ok… let’s do it!” “Do you want me to get a room?” he asked considerately. “It’s all up to you, Sarah,” he assured me. Safety reasons told me no and lust yelled out yes. Logic being the winner, I suggested something not quite that private. “A car might work,” I smiled. “Fine with me, whatever makes you most comfortable. Just give me a sec, I forgot to bring tissues,” he said in a rather embarrassed voice. “That would help,” I teased, as he made his way to what I could only think of as “tissueland.” Sitting for what seemed like an eternity, I felt as if every passing eye knew of our scheme. Finally he returned. Smiling, he tucked the packet of tissues in his pants pocket. With his hand on my back and our anticipation building, we silently walked outside to our vehicles. I choose mine. Yes, those safety reasons once again. Looking around, we decided we would go to a more remote area of the parking grounds as there was a bit too much foot traffic here. Once settled in, I slipped off my blazer and tossed it to the rear seat. The warm rays of the sun and my rising heat were quite enough to keep me cozy. I looked at him and try as I might, I couldn’t refrain my chuckle. His head moved in little jerky movements, the likes of a chicken. Up, down, right, left looking in all directions as if someone was going to pop out and announce we were on candid camera. “You okay Jeff?” Hmmm, just whom was more nervous here? Now it was my turn to pat his knee. “Relax,” I said in a soothing voice. “Do you want to see him?” Jeff finally asked. “That’s what we’re here for aren’t we?” I said coyly as my hand slid off his knee and came to rest on my thigh. Smiling, he undid the button on his pants.

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