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Meeting Mr Truck

Steve Irwin
Background
I call him Mr. Truck because his AM handle is something like a truck slogan.  
Stats Age 52 Height 6″2′ Weight 238 lbs
He looks like Steve Irwin, the crocodile hunter from Australia 
From: small town an hour outside of Boston
No kids 
contacted me 10/21/12 (yes, exactly 8 mos ago!) 
Loves to share porn, critique it, discuss it 
Always “going to meet” or “wants to call me” but it never happens. 
We talked twice on the phone in the first couple months. He stood me up for another call (wrote later saying he had the flu) and cancelled numerous meets for various reasons.  I decided he’s an email king. 
He emailed me on Wednesday with an offer to meet today.  I played along but had no inkling it would happen.  There was no word on Thursday, so I assumed he was going to forget about me again.

Friday he began to give me specific details in a different way from his other offers.  

From Sassy: Sounds wonderful!  I have a mini-van.  Whichever car is fine.  When? 
Can’t wait to see your smile.  Your hands.  Your eyes.  Ears! 
From Truck:  Minivan would probably be more roomy! I should be driving back around 3, depends how early we get there. I’ll call as soon as I leave or write again today if I know more.  Excited to see your pretty face and all your curves, hear your sexy voice in person, kiss your soft lips…
Saturday 
From Truck: So excited thinking about what you’re gonna wear today, even if its just normal everyday clothes. Wondering if your world class cleavage will be in view, wondering how your hair and skin will smell, and how your kisses will taste. Most of all anticipating your wandering hands taking full advantage of me, at the same time mine are exploring your soft white skin…
From Sassy: Good morning!  This sounds perfect.  Oh, what fun this is!  
The Meet
He called at 3:10 pm – he is leaving the airport having dropped off his wife – how fast can I get to the parking lot where we are supposed to meet?  I tell him 20 minutes.  He starts to say that’s too long –  his wife is going to call him as soon as she clears security – maybe we should meet tomorrow instead?  I tell him I am already on my way, will drive fast and want to see his face even if it’s for 10 minutes!  If it works we can meet tomorrow, too!  I tell him I am wearing a dress that unbuttons… he says come on!  
I drive like a demon and make it there in 18 minutes.  Hee.  I see the little car parked against the fence at the back of the parking lot with several other cars, pull in next to it and he waves and smiles!  He rolls down his window, I roll down mine, he says, “Well hello gorgeous!  May I sit in your car for a few minutes?”  I reply, “Please!” and he jumps out of his car, dashes around and pops into the passenger seat! 
He’s cuter than he looks in his photos!  Great head of tawny hair, nice shoulders, a plaid summer shirt with snaps and khaki shorts, with running shoes.  He has a great smile and warm blue eyes.  He starts to compliment me – you’re beautiful!  What a great smile!  I adore your eyes!  He looks relieved.  He grabs me for a hug and we grope and laugh.  
We start taking inventory, checking out various parts of our bodies. 
He likes my hair – comments that it is curly on the bottom and straight on top.  I ask “You remember why?”  He nods.  I tell him it’s good to pull on.  He weaves his fingers into it at the back of my neck and yanks my head back in the typical dom move… I get a tingle.

There is serious kissing with tongue, there is touching, he sees my famous cleavage with the lucky black bra.  He adores underarm hair, so I had let it grow in hopes of seeing him – he was bananas over that.  I nibbled on his ear and whispered about other things I’d like to do… whorled it with my tongue and asked if he could imagine my tongue somewhere else?  He moaned.  He put his hand under my dress and played around the side of my underwear, teasing the hair and complimenting me on being natural.  He rubbed down my legs, said I have great skin and I am beautifully proportioned.  He played with my belly button and said what a great tummy!  I know it’s mostly a line but it made me feel pretty and wanted and yay! 
He played with my left breast, pulling my nipple out of my bra and twisting it, saying how perfect it is. I looked at it, trying to see what he was seeing.  He played along the side of my underwear at the top of my legs, then went in from the top and dove inside me with his finger… he knows how to play with a clit, oh yeah!  He stopped, kissing his finger and saying “damn, so sweet.  I want that all over my face!” 
I kissed him and he commented on how fearless and open I am.  He said he couldn’t wait to be inside me.  I asked if he would do it from behind… he moaned.  So I asked if he’d do it from the side… he smiled great big.  From the front?  Oh oh yes, he said.  
He had told me he has very sensitive nipples… I told him to watch me and I unsnapped his shirt, traced a finger from his neck down to his right nipple. flicked it until it hardened to a sweet little pencil eraser, licked my finger and traced around it, pressed a little, then put my mouth on it and make sucking noises.  He put his fingers in my hair and went a little wild.  I hummed and he moaned.  He pulled me up into a hug again, reached back and squeezed my ass, said he couldn’t wait to see me completely naked and be able to explore every glorious inch of my skin.  
I put my hand up under his shorts – he had gone commando!  Naughty boy.  But very easy access!  I played with his balls a bit, stretched a finger back toward his ass, pulled the shorts up until I could see his cock.  I licked my finger and swept it around the crown – he closed his eyes and sighed.  I pulled on it a little and he moaned.  He kissed me again.  I told him to open his eyes and watch my hand.  He talked about how hot that was, how he was going to be in big trouble.  I told him I was going to show him the back of my throat.  He moaned.  He said he couldn’t wait to feel his balls on my chin.  I suggested my nose on his stomach?  He murmured approval.  Quite nice patter! 
We crossed the 30 minute point and he said he had to go, that he had to turn his phone back on.  He said he knew what he’d be doing when he got home.  I said, “Tell me.”  He said he was going to put on some porn, pretend we were watching it together and pump his cock until he shot a huge load.  I played with my fingers near my mouth, then sucked my index finger to tease him a bit.  His eyes flared. 
He promised to be in touch later tonight, see if we could figure out something for tomorrow, but he wasn’t sure – he’s leaving for Europe on Monday – we might have to be on the phone.  I could feel him backing away but kept a brave face. 
I smiled and kissed him once more.  He said, “Damn.  We are going to be so good together!  I’ll call you!” and hopped out.  I watched him buckle up and put his car in reverse – he waved and smiled and was gone at 4:05 pm. 
Afterwards
From: Truck 
To: Sassy
Sent: 8:51 pm 
Subject: Holy Wow! 
That was great meeting you, was really an amazing experience in a compressed span of time! You are so pretty and so sweet and soooo hot. What a kisser and nipple sucker. I loved when I watched as you flicked my appreciative nipple with you finger and made a remark, ohh man. And what a fun dress…Tomorrow might be busier than I had hoped, I’m still working now, ugh.
Let’s talk soon  xoxo
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The New Guy Meet

Tuesday, June 18, 2013
From: New Guy
To: Sassy
Sent: Tuesday, June 18, 2013 4:04 PM 
Subject: I can’t do this
I’m sorry 
Been driving around mall for an hour
Trying to screw up my courage
And failing to do so
I think I’m just not ready to take the leap past text messages
Much of me would like very much to make this happen
But I’m too afraid on too many levels
To carry it off right now
May be another time
But not yet
Good luck
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From: Sassy
To: New guy
Sent: Tuesday, June 18, 2013 4:15 PM 
Subject: Re: I can’t do this
Thanks for letting me know. Sorry it’s so scary. The first time is tough. Let me know what I can do to make it easier?
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From: Sassy
To: New guy
Sent: Tuesday, June 18, 2013 4:21 PM 
Subject: Re: I can’t do this
Are you far away now? If not, park. Come in. Talk. That’s all. You can do it. I’ll help. I’m just a lonely lady looking to make you smile. Nothing else. You set the pace.
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From: Sassy
To: New guy
Sent: Tuesday, June 18, 2013 4:36 PM 
Subject: Re: I can’t do this
Okay. Giving up. Don’t fret. Back to email!
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So he stood me up.  At least he emailed and didn’t leave me sitting there too long. 
I hate this part.
Hate hate hate it.
He was the one in a hurry! I would’ve emailed for a month if he wanted.
This is why I shy away from newbies!
I understand the fear…but ugh.
Eh
Treated myself to a lobster roll for dinner!
I wish these guys could punt before I pay for parking.
I am wondering if this was all b.s. 
hard to tell
but it seems real
and he seemed so nice. *sigh 
Another couple of weeks invested without even a hug.  Yuck! 
Back on the shelf for me.

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Meeting SeaMan

If you missed Step 1 and 2, click back to this post.

Monday May 13, 2013

Step 3: Monday
He texted back.  
TEXTS
10:05 am Good morning first mate… looking forward to seeing your skills in action.  Captn Stan
11:15 am Ahoy! 🙂  Should we tack or jib?  I have mad skillz. What next?
11:29 am How bout lunch today?
11:36 am  Sure.  I do have on Navy blue.  Can you sail to [my neighborhood]?
11:45 am My vessel know no limits.  See you at [restaurant] at 12:30 pm?
11:58 am  See you there.  Fair warning – I hug on sight.
11:59 am LOL.  I’m the bearded one… black pants
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Wow.  I adore a man with a plan.  Asks, gets an answer, adds detail.  There!
I walked to the restaurant.  Beautiful day… clear, 50’s, breezy.  I waited in the entryway.  
TEXTS
12:30 pm SeaMan Parking
12:32 pm Me Waiting in the entry
He came strolling up, smiled and we grabbed each other. I hugged, he pecked me on the lips, I squeezed his ass, his tweaked my nipple, and we smiled.  He said, “Wow… you are a sexy woman!”   I was a bit flummoxed by that as an opening salvo, but managed to squeak out, “You’re not so bad yourself!”
We were seated at a table for two, alone in the elevated section.  It wasn’t crowded so we could talk freely.  And we did!   It was the usual dance… married I assume, any kids?  Pets? Tell me about your work.  How long have you been on AM?   Turns out he used to work where I do, in another division, but left 6 years ago.  He really has a boat.  Volunteers at Community Boating.  He said his wife had no interest, they were separated for about a year… and then the waiter interrupted.  
He seemed to have decided he wanted me in the first 20 seconds, and was moving on to how to make it happen and what we’d do!  I asked him what he likes and he said “Big women with big breasts.”   He asked my bra size, said his last affair was with a woman of the same size.  I told him that I read sexy blogs, chat on IRC, watch porn… to learn things.  He seemed intrigued.  
All this adds up to smart, funny, rich, charming… damn.  
He paid for lunch and I thanked him.  He asked if I’d like to take a walk, to explore.  I said yes and he took my arm and guided me out, then let go on the street in a gentlemanly way in case anyone was looking.  We strolled through the old buildings and down to the river, found a bench and sat in the sunshine.  It was a perfect spot… the sun, the water, the breeze… a few Canada geese… people running by but not too many. We cuddled together.  Then started kissing.  He was very good.  I let him explore a bit, then added my tongue and nibbled the side.  He murmured what every man says… “My… you are the best kisser!”

I was bad… He pulled my hair and bit my neck and I thought of a dom blogger pal! 
He played with my chest, asked me my fantasy.  I told him I wanted him to cum on my chest, that I’d never seen it, felt it.  He said he could spunk me up!  He was working his way under my top, getting a nipple free of my bra, tweaking… he looked down at my famous cleavage…said, “Whoa! Very nice.”
He said a lot of complimentary things, swelled my head!
I played with his beard and he asked where I’dl like to feel it – on my thighs.  
He ran with that… talked about his tongue and my clit.  He began talking in a low growl, telling me how he’d slide between my tits, tease my chin with his tip, squeeze my chest around him.  He has a great voice and uses it well!
He put my hand between his legs and I stayed to play, cupping his balls gently, then moving up to explore the shape of his cock and stroke him.  “Mmmm… very nice hands,” he murmured.  Reassuring words like that make me soar!
I asked him about his fantasies and he asked if I have any toys.  I told him I do but I haven’t used them, been hoping for a man to help me figure out how they’d enhance things.  He said he could do that.  We kissed more. He started playing with my clit thru my pants. He talked about using them to enhance the ramp up, ladies first etc.
He wanted to know if I would suck on him?  I told him I’ve learned it’s not just sucking… there’s licking from bottom to top
flicking the slit
twisting with my hands
looking up
into his eyes
making loud smacking sounds
(I think that’s when he got wet)
He told me it was a good thing he had on dark pants!  That there was pre-cum making a wet spot… wishing I could lick it off for him. 
It was time to go.  We hugged then walked back, talking about possible hotels and days.  He shook my hand.  I thanked him for lunch… and “dessert.”  He chuckled.  I took off. He called out “text me!”  I waved.
Best start ever!
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Meeting The Traveler – Perks & Quirks

Wednesday, April 3, 2013


The 10th man I met from AM – he called himself FredRRoberts, a journeyman basketball player who spent a little time with the Celtics in the 80’s.  I call him The Traveler.  
Fred Roberts
I got email through Ashley Madison from Fred, a traveling businessman coming to town from FL.  He was looking for a domme.  I told him that was not my thing, but I’d be glad to have dinner with him if no one else stepped up.

This is what I thought all AM dates should be like – free dinner, pleasant conversation, touching, then a hot time in a hotel room on a man’s expense account!

I got dressed up in black silky pants and an unconstructed blazer, with a pink silk top with black abstract squares, my lucky black bra and panties, black knee-his and clogs. I wore my hair down. I dug out my classic dark blue wool coat with the colorful silk scarf. My husband gave me a ride downtown.

I met him at the bar of The Oceanaire, an elegant seafood restaurant downtown.  It used to be a bank, with high vaulted ceilings and marble all around.

I found him sitting at the bar, sipping wine. We hugged and he groped my ass and smiled such a big smile!  We had dinner, sitting at the only booth in the restaurant, the most sheltered space in the passage between the bar and the dining room, at the head of the elegant stairwell.  It has a very “elegant, old Boston business” feel to it.

He was charming – tall, handsome and debonair in that “older tennis player” way, told great stories. His AM profile says he is 61 but I am betting 70. He seemed much older than I am. He reminds me of Ken Howard, the actor.


Ken Howard
We talked and touched, held hands.  I craved lobster but the only option they offered required dealing with the shelled version, so I settled for the had Seared Flounder Louie (a rather modest portion of a bland mix of seared local flounder with lump crab meat sprinkled on top, and a caper beurre blanc sauce presented rather haphazardly) and shared sides a la carte- steamed asparagus with Hollandaise and Caesar salad.  He had salmon which he requested plain broiled. He sipped more wine while I had my usual iced tea. The waiter was fantastic – just the right mix of attentive but not intrusive – a professional. The bill was $125… so not worth that! Thank goodness for expense accounts!
He told me he’s is a sub, as in “wants the woman in charge and telling him what to do.”  He said he has to run everything in his business and his family and wants to relax in the bedroom and let someone control him. Which sounds easy but is not for me. He said we could still have fun even if I was not up for that, invited me to his hotel down the street.  As it’s been six weeks since I’ve had a hug, I decided to give him a chance.
He put an arm around me as we walked across the restaurant to reclaim our coats, pecked me on lips in front of the hostess – he was definitely getting off on being seen with me and letting people know I was his lady this evening. It was an interesting change from the usual clandestine meets!

The Ames Hotel

We strolled down the block and I went up to his first class hotel and we played.  He hugged me and I stepped him backwards until we were facing the mirror.  He was very pleased with that, watching as we kissed and groped and undressed each other. It felt so good to hug and kiss! He had a very fit body with smooth, tanned skin. He wore a toupee – I was afraid to touch it. I had not realized how much I play with a man’s hair!
He pulled me over to the bed and we stretched out next to each other. Nothing like skin on skin! He lavished attention on my clit and my chest.  He knows what he’s doing! But he made the same noise over and over… sort of like a boat motor! It got old fast!  
I played with his nipples, then his cock which he reacted to in the “wow… no one has done that for awhile” way.  I tried telling him what I wanted, which seemed to satisfy his sub needs a little.  He asked me to order him in a harsher tone but I just couldn’t. I tried to pretend, to act it out but I ended up giggling, apologized and gave up.

The condoms he had were ancient and broke when we tried to open them… so he asked if I could finish him with my mouth. We stuck to kissing and groping and oral.  I swallowed.  He is very sweet and skilled, but I was very nervous and could not cum… need to learn a way around that! First times are weird.
We cuddled for awhile but I could see he was tired. So I gave him a big kiss, got dressed, and gave him another big kiss. He got up to hug me and pressed a $20 bill into my hand, asking if that would cover a cab home. I nodded, thanked him and checked around to be sure I had everything. I headed out and down to the curb. The doorman hailed me a cab. I tipped him and took my ride home, puzzling over whether I want to see The Traveler again. 
It wasn’t clear at that moment. The perks may outweigh the quirks, and it could be a nice evening once a month or so.  He only wants to communicate to set up meets, which may not give me enough info to please him, but I might try if he contacts me again. And I’d like to know what sex with him is like! But I certainly wasn’t able to do what he said he wants, so I won’t be surprised if he disappears.


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Meeting SmoothGuy

February 23, 2013 Saturday 
We started emailing in late November.  He favorited me on AM – I liked his profile, so I winked him and he wrote to me.  A couple of emails and we switched to an occasional Yahoo chat.  He was sweet, polite and amazed at the sexy topics I would talk about.  His AM profile says he is 47, 5’10”, 205 pounds but I guess much of that is fiction.   He was very secretive, careful to never give me any details that would identify him.
I was bad – complained about AM men I was meeting.  He promised not to treat me that way.  I did not believe him but it was very sweet to say so.  
Right after Christmas he told me he had a nice holiday and was going to opt out of the affair business.  I wished him well.  I offered to be his pal, just talk, let off steam.  No answer. 
A week later he was back, chatting, flirting… so we carried on through January and into February with brief late night chats.  I finally saw a photo of him at the end of January – a sweet smile, a little pudgy, a business suit in an office.  He asked about where we could meet, how it would work, saying he could not afford a hotel very often, where could we park, who would bring what… obviously nervous and trying to see things from every angle.  I answered his questions and tried to make him more comfortable. 
He finally, after three months, started pressing to meet.  He chose Feb. 16 but backed out.  I was pretty sure we’d never meet.  He seemed… too good to cheat, too nervous, not desperate enough.  I asked what he wanted to do and he focused on oral.. said he could not recall the last time he’d gotten to taste a woman or have her suck him… decades, he said.  I’ve heard that so many times… makes me wonder about women that they can’t do the one thing that would make their husband feel good.  
He rescheduled for Saturday, Feb. 23, saying he’d tell his wife and daughter he was going to a morning movie in Burlington, so he’d have a couple hours.  Of course, they decided to go with him.  But then last minute, they changed their minds and he asked if I could get there on short notice, by 9:30 am.  I couldn’t make that, but we agreed on 10:00 am.  I scrambled to shower and dress and send Hubby to clean up the car so I could sit in the back if I wanted.

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On Sat, Feb 23, 2013 8:46 AM SmoothGuy wrote:
Good morning!  Looks good to go this morning! My daughter decided to sleep in.
Meet at the Panera around 9:30 still?  Please confirm – looking forward to meeting!
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On Saturday, February 23, 2013 8:53 AM Sassy wrote:
Hiya!  Yay!  I’m running a little late getting started.  I’ll get there as fast as I can, but it’ll probably be 10 am.  Okay?
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On Sat, Feb 23, 2013 8:58 AM SmoothGuy wrote:
Okay! I’ll be there at  10:00. Do you want to meet outside or should I get a table?
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On Sat, Feb 23, 2013 9:00 AM Sassy wrote:
Outside is fine unless the rain starts.  Then go inside?
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On Sat, Feb 23, 2013 9:16 AM SmoothGuy wrote:
Okay meet outside
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On Sat, Feb 23, 2013 9:16 AM Sassy wrote:
Leaving now.  Hug you soon.  😉
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On Sat, Feb 23, 2013 10:05 AM SmoothGuy wrote: 
I’m here. In middle of parking lot

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I made it by 10:05 am!  He was standing outside, pacing.  We had a quick hug, then went in to Panera.  He reminds me of John Goodman in the old days, with a nice smile, average face and a big belly, like a cuddly teddy bear.  
John Goodman
He bought me an iced green tea.  Bravo!  We found a quiet booth at the back and talked.  He was dressed in a Patriots football sweatshirt, jeans and fancy sneakers, with longish straight light brown hair with streaks of gray.  I touched his hand, listened to him… he asked me about my AM experiences and talked a little about his.  He asked if I’d like to go somewhere to talk more privately in my car.  I followed him down back roads to the parking lot of the Hilton.  I thought he was pulling another fast one, but no… he had found a quiet spot in their back parking lot.  
We climbed into the back seat of my mini-van.  I had put the middle seats down, so we had lots of room.  He kissed me.  It was okay.  He unbuttoned my top and played with my chest, first over my bra and then he took my left breast out to suck on it.  He got on his knees, took off my pants and panties and licked me, fingering me as well.  He was pretty good at that… made appreciative noises.  He made me cum!  I told him so and he beamed, said he liked the way I taste.  His knees got sore, so I encouraged him to come back up to sit beside me and we kissed some more.  He was impressed I would kiss him after he’d gone down on me. 
I asked him what he wanted to do next.  He looked at me and smiled.  I asked if I could taste him and his eyes rolled and he said softly, “I’d like that.  It’s been so long,” with a deep sigh.  I sat at his feet and he helped me get his jeans and dark blue briefs down.  There was a wet spot in the front.  
He had a small cock, uncut, like nothing I had ever seen.  The skin came up and over to a little curl, and there was no getting the skin down to get to the crown.  I twisted and pumped, and he got a little bigger, then I sucked him in and licked him up and down… the skin still closed over the top – completely smooth!  A woman in chat told me there is a clinical name for this condition – phimosis.   It’s considered a birth defect that is fixed right away on babies today.  I was surprised that he didn’t warn me, or say anything at the time.  I thought I handled it well, going about pleasuring him without comment.  I wondered at his sensitivity… never being able to feel the head through the extra skin? 
photo from the internet (not him but very similar) 
I could taste pre-cum… very mildly salty.  I did my magic with my mouth and hands.  His head fell back and he moaned sweetly, breathing heavily.  He said, “If you do that, I am not going to last long at all.”  I nodded and deep-throated him and he moaned.  A very small bit of cum came out and I swallowed it easily.  I only realized he was done when he began to get soft.  I stayed down, talking with him while rubbing his legs and tummy.  
I asked him if he could give me a name to call him… didn’t have to real.  He joked that I could call him late for lunch.  So I never got a name.  Bad sign #1.  He seemed very tired, like some men get after finishing.  He said it usually takes him an hour to recover!  I told him I knew some tricks to speed that up. He told me he needed to get going.  That was bad sign #2 (leaving early) and a big hint that maybe it had not been so great for him, but he said it had been wonderful to cum in my mouth.  He had not reached that level with anyone else from AM.  Bad sign #3.  I tried not to think about it. 
We put our clothes back together and he helped me out of the back seat, gave me a quick hug, jumped in his car and was gone.  
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Meet Mr Hyatt

February 15, 2013 6:58 am Text from Teddy 
GM
Woke up with a hard cock, with your name on it-thank you.
Oh demure wench, so desiring of you and your flesh, mouth, lips, nipples wanting to be nibbled, thighs to excite, pussy to finger and suck, ass cheeks to massage.
Want and will explode on and in you. AND so looking forward to exciting and stimulating your entire body with multiple orgasms.
Good Morning.
9:45 am Text to Teddy 
Good morning!  Wow… you know how to start a lady’s day off right!
9:55 am Text from Teddy
You are welcome
You realize YOU bring it out of me.
and I so enjoy and look forward to making it real.
12:24 pm Text from Teddy
801 Hyatt
12:24 PM Text to Teddy
Showered, shaved, clipped, deodorized, lip glossed, lucky black bra…READY to rock your world?  Oh yes!
12:25 pm Text to Teddy
Heading over NOW! You okay? 
12:25 pm Text from Teddy
Excited.  You? 
12:26 pm Text to Teddy
Very@
12:45 pm Text to Teddy
Almost there!
It was like a plot to keep me from getting there.  A big crane was blocking traffic!  Everything stopped for a couple of minutes while it moved snow from the road and then finally backed into an alley. 
Then there was the bus full of athletes being let out at the Hyatt that blocked the entrance for five solid minutes. 
I finally pulled into the parking garage, found a spot on the third floor, found my way to the elevator down to the lobby, then took the glass elevator up to the 8th floor and found the first room on the right – #801!  I knocked decisively.  I waited about 30 seconds, then he opened the door. 
I was determined to get my hands and mouth on him before he could look at me, so I grabbed him for a hug.  I put him off balance, so he slammed back into the wall… oops!  He grabbed me and moaned, and I kissed him!  We had a fierce tongue battle and a bunch of groping.  Yay!  I finally backed off.

Ted Knight

“Do I look okay?” he asked.  
“Oh yes! Do I?” I asked, twirling around in the middle of the room.  I set my stuff on the credenza.  I had a tote bags with bottled water and chocolate-covered potato chips.  I looked out the window at the view of the city.  
“I wonder if I can see my place?  Nope,” I said.
“Where do you want to go now?” he asked.  
“Heaven,” I answered. 
“Come here, let’s go together!” he called to me.  I sat on the edge of the bed next to him.  He pulled me over half on top of him and we kissed more. 
He played with my silky scarf, joked about it coming in handy later, having lots of uses.  He unbuttoned my top and marveled at my cleavage, sticking his fingers and then his nose between my breasts.  He took off all my clothes, stroking what he exposed, ended up between my legs with his hands and mouth on me.   He is very fast and forceful, plunging into me and stroking my clit.  It was rather rough but effective.  I told him to slow down and swipe, and he did.
He has a running chatter, “Oh Yes!  Look at those gorgeous pussy lips!  I adore fleshy lips!  I’m going to taste them, you bet I am.  And you taste so good!  Ummmmmm….. you like that darling?  You want to cum for me? Come on, cum… you can… relax… let go…”  It was quite amazing to run into a talker, and one who would say what he’s going to do and compliment my body.  
He pulled me down to the end of the bed and got up to take off his clothes.  He asked me to undo his belt buckle and take off his white bikini underwear.  I chatted at him while I did that.  
“Oh, I do adore the sound of a buckle… unbuckling… and a zipper…. unzipping… oh yeah…”, and “Oh my!  A first for me!” I exclaimed as his lovely erect cock was exposed.  
“What’s that my dear?” he asked.
“An uncut man,” I explained, as I touched him.  He was a medium length, quite wide, hooded masterpiece.  I remembered that one of the chat ladies has a theory that men not born in this country are more likely to be uncut, and this was another data point to confirm that.   He was surprised, said he didn’t want to ask about my sexual experience but he would have thought I’d have seen others.  
We progressed to me sucking on him… licking him… he asked me not to touch him with my hand, just use my mouth.  This confused me, but I did what he asked.  Why wouldn’t he want my talented hands on him?  
He was very excited and I thought I might get to swallow, but he pulled me away, turned me over and went inside me doggie style.  He set a frantic pace… pulling me on and off.  He said nice things about my back side as he slammed in and out of me.  I held on for dear life, and tried to enjoy but it was a bit frantic for me.  He reached for a condom on the night stand and I heard foil tear then momentary silence, and more pumping.  He released inside me with a loud moan and collapsed next to me on the bed.

I got up to get the bottled water and the chocolate potato chips.  We re-hydrated and shared the sweet crunchy treats.  He was skeptical but after the first taste, ate several more and made nice noises.

He somehow thought sex would be the key to unlock all my secrets.  He asked me where I work.  I demurred.  He asked my real name.  No, sorry.  Then he wanted to know where I live.  Um… no.  Really… no.  He talked along, trying to trick me, telling me things, telling me I should reciprocate.  Ugh.  I closed my eyes and pretended to rest.  He snoozed a little which gave me a break from the interrogation. 

The short nap re-energized him and he started playing with my chest.  Then he dropped a bombshell.  His profile said he was 55 but he was really… 65!  Not that a number matters but… wow.  He said when he puts anything above 59 on his profile, replies stop.  I pondered whether I would have answered and decided he was probably right.  But still… 10 years.  Wow.  
He asked me to roll over on top of him and go again.  I was worried about squishing him, but he said to go for it and I did and it was fun!  He held my hips and pounded up from underneath me… yum.  
We talked more, cuddled together.  He told me stories about his travels, his work, his family.  
He pulled me around again and went back inside me with my legs on his shoulders.  I watched his face as the pleasure rolled through him.  
We cuddled some more.  He asked if I would see him again.  I was surprised… most men don’t ask during the first meet.  He said he’d be away on vacation for a couple of weeks, and then away on business for a bit but as soon as he got back… he wanted to see me.   I smiled and said I would think about it.  I offered to go out for dumplings with him but he said he had to get home.

He showered and I got dressed.  He gave me a big hug and a deep kiss and escorted me out the door.  I walked to the garage.  

I sat in my car in the garage and called Hubby, asked if he wanted any food from Mary Chung’s. He asked me to order his favorites.  I got a message from Teddy!  Wow.  No need to wonder when he’d contact me.  
5:08 pm Text from Teddy
Thank you for a very nice afternoon.  Enjoyed you immensely. 
5:30 pm Text to Teddy
Thank you, Teddy!  You are a delight!  I went by Mary Chung’s on my way home… mmmm. 
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Meeting Mr Scat

January 11, 2013 Friday 
From: Archie
To: Sassy 
Sent: Friday, January 11, 2013 8:57 AM
Good Morning Sassy,
I’ll see you at 1:PM. I’ll where the gray sweat shirt that I wore in the picture.
Archie
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From: Sassy
To: Archie
Sent: Fri, Jan 11, 2013 at 10:28 AM
Good morning Archie!  I’m dashing to the clinic and when I get done I’ll see you!  I’ll have on my blue hoodie! And a silk scarf… So excited! 
-S
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I had a crazy morning – doing some work at home, then dashing to the health clinic for PT on my stupid foot and a doctor’s appointment. I scurried out to Panera in Wellington Circle and arrived at 1:10 pm.  I parked at the edge of the lot so no one could walk in front of my car if we decided to sit there later. 
He said he’d be there at 1 pm… I told him it would be more like 1:15 pm when I arrived.  So I was earlier than I said.  I walked the length of the restaurant – he was not there.  I realized I had forgotten my phone so I dashed to my car and back.  
I made another walk through the restaurant and was about to give up, when he came strolling in! I gave him a platonic side hug and led to him to relatively quiet little round table.  I held his hand for a few moments and took a long look at him as he did the same.  His AM profile said he was 64 and I had hoped he’d look 54.  But he looked about 74!  He was quite disheveled, and scraggly.  He had on old jeans and a gray sweatshirt, with a dark blue t-shirt underneath.  He reminded me of an old and tired Abraham Lincoln.  
We sat and talked.  He didn’t offer to buy me a drink.  Grr.  He got a twinkle in his eyes as he told a naughty story about how he met a woman at a business event, and she called him to design an addition to her house.  She admitted later than she didn’t need an addition to her house – she wanted him.  They ended up having an eight-year affair!  
He asked questions in an odd judgmental way like “Why do you weigh so much more now than in high school?” or “Why did you wait so late to get married?”  About that point, I realized I could not go forward with this man, so I relaxed and let the rest play out. 
He asked me a lot of questions about AM and admitted that he had only had email contact with two women.  I was the only one he had met!  He said he didn’t think online dating was for him… it seemed fake.  If a woman in his real life came on to him, okay.  But he couldn’t warm up to totally strange women.  Gosh… thanks mister for calling me totally strange!  
By that time, an hour had passed.  He said he had to get going and figure out a way to explain why he was three hours late getting home.  He said dating this way was not worth the risk.  Glad to know I am not worth it.  Ugh.  He shook my hand and headed off.  I ordered myself an iced green tea and strolled back to my car.  
I was relieved.  A little saddened, but not much.  It was worth an hour to find out.  And now I don’t have to deal with his kink – to suck my tits while he listens to me take a shit!  I will forever think of him as Mr. Scat, another of the strange men on Ashley Madison!
I called home and Hubby suggested a late lunch from Kelly’s Roast Beef to cheer me up!  So I got a lobster roll, chowder and fried shrimp and felt much better!  Philip was texting me photos of his lunch – ribs, barbecue and big ass beer!  Heh.  He is so fun! 

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A Torrential Downpour

I met Volt today! For those of you keeping score at home, this is the sixth man from AM I’ve met since September – The Lawyer, Dancing Man, Panties Man, Speedy, the Professor and now Volt.  You can click on the “Meet” label to read about each one. 
Paul Newman

Background
I had given up on searching for men online.  I had not heard from anyone interesting in nearly six weeks, and my experiences had been tough… nice meetings with no follow-up.  Bleh.  
Then I got an email from an electrician!  I’d never talked to a tradesman before.  He works with his hands.  Hmmm…. He can’t really spell, he never went to college, but I decided it didn’t matter.  He had this calm, settled, focused, sweet demeanor that made me hope for someone who was interested in basic sex, long term. He was not very chatty, but enjoyed the erotica I sent.  He never responded to any porn I sent.  He liked the photos I sent but never sent me any other than the first three he posted on AM. 
He said he caught his wife cheating years ago and things were never the same between them.  He had been with another woman for awhile but her job and schedule changed making it tough to see her, so they ended it.  He said he wanted one woman, that I was the only one he was talking with.  His mother died the week he started writing to me.  
We were both on vacation the week after Christmas, so he suggested a meet.  I agreed and we set to planning.  Once that was settled, he didn’t talk much.  
The plan was to meet for lunch at The 99 in Somerville – easy to find, just off the highway.  He likes burgers and they serve a range of tasty ones.  Since he’s an early riser, I suggested meeting early, but they don’t open until 11 am.  So I suggested meeting earlier, sitting in my car, getting acquainted.  So we are set to meet at 10:30 am on December 27, three weeks and three days since he first wrote to me.  
The meet
The weather was nasty – driving rain, windy, cold… but perfect to stay hidden in a car.  I drove over, arriving at 10:28 am.  I thought I saw his car parked in the front lot.  I drove around to the back lot I had told him about and in about 30 seconds, he parked two spots over from me and waved!  I had put down the middle seats, so I opened the side doors and hopped out of the car.  We had a quick hug in the rain, and I motioned him into the back seat.  He looked like his photos.  Phew!  He reminded me of an older Paul Newman.  He matched his stats – about my age, 6’2″ tall and about 200 pounds.  He had on black jeans, black Henley t-shirt, a plaid button down flannel shirt, and a bomber jacket from his work, with a Harley-Davidson baseball cap.  I wore my soft old blue jeans, teal blue top (that buttons all the way down the front) and a silky scarf, a mixture of casual on the bottom and dressed up on top, with my old blue hoodie.  
We sprawled across the back seat like teenagers.  He put his arm around my shoulders and snuggled next to me, smiling.  We talked, staring at each other.  He touched my cheek and asked if it was okay to kiss me.  I nodded and we kissed… mmm.  He was very gentle, took it slow, asked if I was okay… said I smell nice!  He slipped his hand inside my shirt and tweaked my nipple over my bra… I started to squirm and moan.  He inched downward, making circles on my tummy and then further down inside my jeans.  He played along the edges of my panties, then dove inside to play with my clit.  He made me cum.  Great hands!  We steamed up the windows.  
After about half an hour, he said, “I notice a hotel across the parking lot.  Let me get a room.  We’d be so much more comfortable.”  I had decided I did not want to go that far on the first meet and I told him that.  He kissed me again and said it would be good, he would make it good.  I asked him to tempt me… tell me what he wanted to do.  He took a deep breath – he is not a big talker – then launched into a very sexy litany of basic acts.  He whispered and nibble on my ear.  I listened and melted.  I want to do that!  
I asked how it would work?  He said he’d get a room and I could call him in 10 minutes and he’d tell me the room number.  So easy.  So I said yes.  He took off to do that.  I texted Sis to tell her I was going to the hotel.  I wrote email to a blogger pal.  I wondered what I had agreed to do.  Heh.  
I called and he told me 321.  Easy to remember!  I drove across the lot to park on the hotel side, and took the elevator up to the third floor.  I knocked and he let me into the room.  I went to look out the window over the restaurant, warehouses and elevated highway in the rain.  He hugged me from behind, squeezed my chest and nibbled on my neck.  He unzipped my hoodie and draped it over the desk chair.  I turned around in his arms and we hugged hard… breathing each other in…then kissed for a long time.  We undressed each other slowly… he looked so happy as he uncovered parts of my body!  We ended up standing naked, looking at each other and smiling.  
We moved to the king size bed.  He rolled back the blankets and we sprawled out on the sheets.  I felt shy for a moment, so I rolled onto my stomach, – he gave me a lovely back rub!  He found the “easy button” on my back that is hooked directly to my clit and stroked it until I came!  Whoa… I hadn’t told him about that!  He played with my chest and then my clit with his finger, then licked my clit to another lovely orgasm.  He touched me all over…down each arm, each leg, my feet… I felt worshipped.  He kept asking me if I was okay, was he doing it right, did that feel good?   So wonderful to be touched!  
I sucked on him awhile… he was hard as a rock.  His cock is on the smaller side, but beautifully formed with a good girth… still big enough that I could not deep throat him easily, but he said to focus on the head…easier for him not to cum.  He said that felt good, and he adored the sounds I made.  He made some great sounds himself, moaning and sighing.  
He had put 3 condoms on the nightstand and took care of that as a matter of course… very nice.  I thanked him.  We had not talked about it because I thought we weren’t going there today.  I was cheered to think he might be able to cum more than once! 
He pulled me off sucking him and asked if I wanted him inside me.  I said yes. He tugged my legs up and entered me face-to-face for awhile… oh that felt so fantastic!  I flipped over and we did some doggie action… he flicked my clit and I came hard.  He liked that and came soon after me (I think, though he did not say).  He went to dispose of the condom.  
We lay next to each other on our sides, my face at his toes… he kept touching me… playing with my slit… rubbing my legs. I helped him find my g-spot… mmmm… I came again!  I sucked on him some more… he liked that a lot.  I played with his chest, then rolled him over and gave him a back rub while he rested… he has freckles and a very cute butt!  
He focused on my chest, sucking on one nipple while tweaking the other.  There was something about his mouth… his hand… he bit me gently and tugged and I exploded again!  The man is amazing!  
After a little while, he asked if I wanted more. I said yes.  He asked if I’d try a different position.  I nodded.  It was one I had never seen or done.  I was on my back, and he was lying perpendicular, bent at the waist, with my legs over his hips.  He could play with my clit and my chest and kiss me while pounding up from under… wow!  He puled out and pressed against my clit – I could really feel him twitching and I even felt him cum very distinctly!  Very very hot.  I exploded.  He disposed of the condom while I shuddered on the bed.  
He collapsed next to me but kept touching me… glancing over at me, smiling… nuzzling my neck.  
I asked him where he was today, officially?  He said he was “helping a friend with some electrical work” and that he hated lying but what can you do?  He looked at the clock and noticed it was 1:47 pm… said he has to get going.  He took a shower.  I used the toilet… and peeked at him. He laughed.  
We got dressed and he said he really enjoyed himself.  He said I should go first and he’d wait 10 minutes. He got very pensive, asked if it would be trouble that they asked for his credit card, even if he paid cash.  I said I wasn’t sure… but usually they don’t run anything unless you have phone charges or something extra.  I offered to charge it next time and he could give me cash if that was better. 
He gave me a big hug, said “I’ll see you online!” then I took off.  
I sat in my car eating a granola bar… I seem to have missed lunch.  I was gathering my wits and thought, “I could do this once a week.”  Mmmm…. Hooray for Volt!  
Summary
For the record – he made me cum SEVEN TIMES!  
Here’s the list of how he did it: 
#1 – in the back seat of the car, sitting next to each other, with his finger flicking my clit inside my jeans and his mouth on mine. 
#2 – a back rub.  (he found the spot.  I had not told him about it) 
#3 – his tongue flicking my clit and his fingers twisting inside me
#4 – his fingers on my clit while he was pounding me, sort of doggie style
#5 – two fingers inside me while we were “resting.”  I told him about the g-spot and curling fingers and helped him find it. 
#6 – sucking on my breast, while biting and twisting 
#7 – a new position – I was on my back with my legs over his hip while he was on his side bent at a right angle…with his face near mine. on the left.. so I could see his expressions, kiss him, he could play with my chest or clit.  There was this moment where his cock was pounding inside me, he was kissing me and his finger was on my clit and I could feel him cumming… and he took his cock out to press against my clit so I could feel the hot, warm liquid pouring into the condom… yowza.  Blew my mind. 
I like this guy!  

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Meeting the Professor

Thursday, November 29, 2012

A chaste hour

Richard Branson
I escaped work for a blissful hour today to eat lunch with “The Professor.”  After emailing for two months and a couple of mundane phone calls, he surprised me yesterday with an offer for lunch today.

Lunch is a good offer!  It means he is willing to spend more than the time it takes me to drink an iced chai latte, and pay for food!

For those who like stats – The Professor was the second man to contact me on Ashley Madison, back on September 21.   He is the fifth man I’ve met:

  1. The Lawyer      has disappeared
  2. Dancing Man     once and done
  3. Panties Man      still chatting and showing off beautiful panties 
  4. Speedy             once and done
  5. The Professor

We met at a restaurant.  For the first time since the end of September when I got plantar fasciitis, I walked somewhere!  I was okay walking over and back, then could not walk the rest of the day without agony.  Ah well.  It feels like I am allotted a certain number of steps per day, say, 200? After that?  OUCH.  

He was sitting at the bar grading blue books when I found him.  I adore it when the man is already there.  He looks like his photos!  Yay!  And he does have the biggest briefcase I’ve ever seen!  He stood and shook my hand.  I told him I’d go get a table while he packed up.  We had a quiet corner.  I sat at a 90-degree angle from him so we’d be closer together.  Maybe he’d take my hand?  Or play under the table?  I need touch so desperately!

We ordered lunch and talked. He talked about the online women he has met… not sure if that’s a good sign or not.  He told me enough to google a couple of them which concerned me but I have not told him that much.  He pushed me to tell him my name and where I work.  I didn’t.  He made me laugh.  He laughed at a couple of my stories.  It felt comfortable.

He did not touch me.  He paid for lunch.  I walked him to the subway and got a chaste hug I solicited at our parting.

At that moment, I had no clue if he would ask for more.  I did not have the urge to grab him, but he was not repulsive.  If he pursues me, fine, if not fine.  I waited a little while to see if he’d write, then wrote him a two-sentence thank you note for lunch.  

He wrote back late that evening… kvetching about being stuck on the subway on his way home due to an accident, hoping the rest of my day went better than his.  I wrote right back… no response.  I wrote again a week later when I came across a funny “grading bingo card.”
Never heard another word.  Even though I had told him that I hate the silence… that a “thanks but no thanks, best of luck” would be fine and he’d agreed.  Ugh ugh ugh.  I shouldn’t let it shake my self confidence, but it does.  
I miss our daily emails and the phone calls.  He was a challenge to communicate with but I felt like last week around Thanksgiving he finally got it that I am a nice person, just wanted to make him smile.  It makes me sad that did not even rate a farewell.  It makes me very leery to meet a man if it means I am cut off from him completely.  Ugh.  If he doesn’t feel the connection, I suppose it’s just as well, even if it feels completely uncivil.   It seems to be the way it is with AM men.  I don’t like it.  Ah well.

Onward and upward!

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Meeting Speedy

Monday, November 12, 2012
Speedy asked me to meet him at the Red Roof Inn, halfway between us, about 45 minutes from me. It was the perfect day to go – no traffic due to the holiday.  It was an easy place to find, just one turn off the interstate.  
I got up early, and he called me.  He asked me to arrive earlier, said the room wasn’t going to be ready until 12:30 pm but we could sit in the car for awhile.  I showered, shaved, clipped my toenails, then put on my favorite work outfit – blue slacks, blue jersey top and lighter scarf. 
I left home about 11 am.  He called me about 10 minutes after that and we talked most of the way down the highway.  
11:50 am
I got there first and parked behind a little shed toward the back of the parking lot, which was mostly empty. I got out to enjoy the unusually warm sun.  I leaned against my car and looked around at the woods, the nearby highway and the hotel.   
12:00 pm 
He drove up and smiled great big at me.  I gave him a thumbs up and he got out of his car for a quick hug.  He is a little guy – he said he’s 5’9″ tall but he is a little shorter than I am, and I’m 5’8″.  He is trim and nice looking, had on a thin-striped blue & white dress shirt and jeans.  He reminds of Seinfeld, with lovely silver hair.

Jerry Seinfeld

He gave me a hug, then we leaned against my car.  We talked and I held his hand and stroked his wrist.  He said, “Let’s sit in your car.”

We jumped right into touching and kissing.  He didn’t want to kiss for very long, like 3 seconds. Odd.  He got me going with his hand between my legs. I was puzzled that he wanted to do so much in the car when we were heading inside, but maybe it was a test?  I was a little shy, but he pulled out his cock and I saw the pre-cum and I had to taste it.  It was an odd angle but I got him relatively deep.  He is long and big around.  It seemed like he expected me to just suck him all afternoon.  *sigh

12:40 pm
I finally kicked him out of the car to go try to check in early.  A big truck pulled in next to my car so I moved it closer to the door.
12:50 pm
He texted me the room # – 227.  I went in and took the elevator up.  The desk clerk was in the back watching TV and never even looked up.  I knocked on the door and he let me in.  We had a nice hug, then I looked around the room and pulled out my supplies – wipes, water, granola bars, lube. He drank some water but we didn’t end up using any of the rest of it. 
He sat on the bed and took off all his clothes except his shirt.  I helped with that.  I want a man to undress me, but he just looked at me and waved like “get rid of all that,” so I took off my clothes.  I cuddled up to him and he sighed in that way that men do when they get that first naked hug.  I tried to kiss him, but he stopped me very quickly and told me he needed me to suck on him again.  So I did that for awhile more.  I felt rather disappointed that he was not doing anything for me. 
We rolled around.  I asked him about the condoms we had discussed.  He tried to talk me out of it. I hate that.  He toyed with me in various positions a la missionary and then put me on my stomach and lied on top of me, revving me up but not going inside.  That felt amazing with his hard cock sliding around my ass and his weight on me.  I bucked back against him and he moaned well.  He did not go inside me… rimmed my ass, then lower… weird.  And then he wanted me to suck him more.  *sigh
I told him I needed his fingers.  He was rather rough but got me going.  He started hurting me, so I rolled over.  No oral. Grrr…. he stopped just as I was about to stop him and told me he was ready to come in my mouth.  I went down on him and fingered his ass, and he came relatively quickly.  I swallowed.  Tasted good.  He collapsed.  I stroked his face and played with his nipples.  I tried riding him, but he didn’t move much, just smiled, so I rolled off.  He played with my chest, gave me a nice mark on the right breast.  That made me hot. 
He said he wanted to cum in my mouth again.  *sigh  So I helped him get hard again, using my fingers and mouth and swallowed another load.  He asked me my name.  I hate it when men do that, especially in bed.  I agonized over telling him but managed not to do it.  
So he didn’t do much of what he had talked about, except the blow jobs.  I get… nothing?  No oral, no vaginal sex because I stood firm about condoms.  And he gets three blow jobs.  Another selfish man.  I am an idiot.  
He made noises about needing to leave.  I asked if he could grab a condom and be inside me.  He said no, he had to go.  I kissed him and hugged him and he got up to clean up and dress.  I sprawled on the bed on my stomach, enjoying lying there, displaying my assets as he moved around, free to be naked as I am not at home.  He asked if I was going to stay over, and I said no, just resting and staying out of his way.  
3:50 pm
He gave me a quick hug and left.

I went to the bathroom to clean up and catch up on emails on my phone.  I ate a granola bar.  I marveled at how I managed this entire thing without him seeing me hobbling. I walked in alone, did a sultry slink along the furniture, then stayed on the bed!  Heh.  Here’s to not having to explain about plantar fasciitis!  

4:20 pm
I dressed and took off.  I missed a call from the Professor, so I called him back and talked for the 10 minutes he had left.  He can’t meet tomorrow.  He has a special meeting at work that sounds legit.  So he postponed for two weeks.  But asked if he could call me again tomorrow.  All good!

The traffic was very light, and I was home by 5 pm!

So… this meet wasn’t what I wanted it to be, but it had its moments.  I texted him when I got home, thanking him.  And he replied.  “Nice being with you.”  
I am not overwhelmed, but I try not to judge from the first time.  I’ll probably go again if he asks… see if he gets better?  Whee!