One day I was chatting with Ruby’ and others near her desk and we realised we both wanted four kids – she had too, Lou Lou and Charlie. I trotted out my witty standard response: yes, I want four and Germaine only wants two, so I gave her the choice of which two she could provide before I find a mother for my other two. Maybe we could go halves one of us said. Everyone laughed, but only we shared a very special look.
It was around about now too that she joined Facebook and I was invited to be her friend. Her request mentioned that she had very few but that was not why I accepted; it was another avenue to contact her. And I took her request as a hint, if not almost an invite to something more – ahh, wishful thinking, or is it fantasising? As all good users new to Facebook I received a few lame contacts – a punch or a drink or such like. Then I received an invite from her to do a quiz. I think it was Top Ten Turn Ons asking to rate each of a series of acts. I got it all mixed up or maybe I was thinking too far ahead but I ordered them by the things I would do them to her – the sequence by which I would seduce her and make love to her. I soon realised my error and rearranged the order although they were only minor changes. I sent her an FB email explaining and we exchanged one or two more assessing the relative merits of each. It turned out she didn’t like having her toes sucked. Now this is not something that is necessarily a part of my repertoire but I argued passionately in favour of the act and suggested the reason she had not enjoyed it until now was because she had not experienced my toe-sucks.
I Have This Mate....
From there we started a few emails through work. It wasn’t long before the content became suggestive. She knew I had a partner and so she was appropriately circumspect, if such a thing is possible while flirting. Well actually it is because we started working out how she could receive a good back massage and perhaps other pleasures. Initially we established the sorts of things she’d need then we considered how it would be possible to find a person with such skills,. Then of course I remembered a “friend” who could provide everything she was after and more. I started to describe the various skills and qualities of this friend which extended into the qualities that I felt sure she was seeking in a man.
By this stage the content was too hot for work email so we were using private email – my paranoia meant I used an alias (really? Go figure) so via my pseudonym of Mike Hum we started to escalate things until it got to the point where I came clean with her. I explained that my domestic arrangement was very important to me and could do nothing to jeopardise it. But I also explained that I desperately missed passion and sex in my life. I proposed that, if interested, we could maybe pursue something together. She responded that she understood and perhaps stated similar views in so much as she was not seeking anything permanent but certainly wanted physical companionship. And so it was agreed. But when?
Hot Pix
Around now she sent me a photo, a rather provocative photo of her in her panties holding her amazing breasts. She was on her knees on her bed. She explained that the photo was taken by a friend, a male friend but one she didn’t sleep with. There were distant alarm bells ringing in my head. If nothing else my paranoia thought it may have been the photo she used for an online dating bio (I had recently taken a temporary foray into the dark world of online “dating (aka, sexual encounters with no strings). But damn ed if I was going to pay $14.95 a month to chat up men posing as woman).
The photo nonetheless further aroused my desires and interest. For surely here was a babe with an attitude that suggested great sex ahead.
She also told me of her outfit used for washing the car – short denim shorts and a white t-shirt. The alarm bells went mad. But she explained it all too easily as it was a comfortable outfit but could see, she supposed, how it could be appealing. IF she was faking her innocence, it was convincing, and especially as I was keen to be convinced. She also described her pyjamas – little shorts and a tight top with lacy bits across the boobs, it sounded hot and I told her so. Once again she just explained that she liked them and they were comfy. Butter would not have melted in her mouth but I was hoping I soon would.
We eventually (quickly) settled on a Monday lunch time, at her place.
When the big day arrived there was no sign of her, she was not at work. I think I received either an email or text explaining she had a migraine. Taking it at face value I considered not going but she encouraged me and off I went. She texted to check where I was and to advise the door was open.
It is worth noting that all the arrangements for the first time were done without talking – either TXT or email.
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