7:45 am

I got up and started my ablutions – face washed, teeth brushed, shower, legs shaved!  

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From: Glider 

To: Sassy

Sent; Aug 25, 2013 7:54 AM

Re: Training

Confirmed

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From: Sassy

To: Glider

Sent; Aug 25, 2013 8:00 AM

Re: Training

Yay!  *bounce bounce*

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From: Glider

To: Sassy

Sent: Sunday, August 25, 2013 8:05 AM

Subject: Re: Training

Pucker up

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From: Sassy

To: Glider

Sent; Aug 25, 2013 8:00 AM

Re: Training

You wanna kiss? 

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From: Glider

To: Sassy

Sent: Sunday, August 25, 2013 9:25 AM

Subject: Re: Training

Oh yes

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From: Sassy

To: Glider

Sent; Aug 25, 2013 9:30 AM

Re: Training

See some skin?  

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From: Glider

To: Sassy

Sent: Sunday, August 25, 2013 9:31 AM

Subject: Re: Training

Mmmmmm

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From: Sassy

To: Glider

Sent; Aug 25, 2013 9:40 AM

Re: Training

Here’s one of my all-time favorite kisses… great way to start the day.  With GROPING!

-S

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From: Glider

To: Sassy

Sent: Sunday, August 25, 2013 9:41 AM

Subject: Re: Training

Great start to the day

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From: Sassy

To: Glider

Sent; Aug 25, 2013 9:42 AM

Re: Training

Leaving now… 

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From: Glider

To: Sassy

Sent: Sunday, August 25, 2013 9:44 AM

Subject: Re: Training

Ok

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From: Sassy

To: Glider

Sent; Aug 25, 2013 9:51 AM

Re: Training

Blue dodge grand caravan – look for it

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From: Glider

To: Sassy

Sent: Sunday, August 25, 2013 9:54 AM

Subject: Re: Training

Will do

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If brevity is the soul of wit, he is the wittiest guy ever! 

So 7 emails later with teasing and details about my car and a sexy gif… I was out the door in my black dress with the white polka dots that unbuttons all the way down the front, a black bra, white panties with black polka dots, and black clogs driving my car driving west for meet #2 with Glider! 

10:30 am 

I got to the meeting place early, drove around looking for the perfect spot.  I parked aways from the restaurant, near some workers’ cars.  

10:40 am 

He pulled in one space over in the next row of spaces in a mostly empty lot.  He got in my car and I stared at him.  He is so gorgeous!  I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, making me think he looks like George Clooney, but he really does!  And do I dare say it?  Better, because of his blue eyes!  Just looking at this man drives me wild! 

George Clooney

I offered to sit with him in the back seat but he chose the front.  I told him I’d found a better spot in the parking lot next door, asked if it would be okay to drive him over there.  He said sure and we made our way over to the tree-lined back corner of the TGI Friday’s lot next to their storage container.  

He smiled at me and winked, then pulled me in for a kiss.  It went on and on… and on.  Yum.  I put my hand on his face, rubbed around to the back of his neck, felt the hair on his back.  He has very fine white hair back and front, nice to play in!  

He had on a cream cotton casual button-down shirt and khaki shorts with Teva sandals.  I played with his left nipple… he is very sensitive there, gets this look of ecstasy whenever I go anywhere near there.  I unbuttoned his shirt, tweaked the nipple with my finger.  I licked my finger and swirled the moisture around his bud.  He moaned.  I pressed and he said pinch it.  I did.  His eyes rolled back.  Twist it.  I did.  Pull it.  I did.  I leaned over and took it in my mouth, sucking loudly.  Bite it.  I did, sucking and biting until his hips popped toward me.  I asked if he’d tried clamps, he nodded, unsure of my reaction by smiling when I smiled and winked in response.  

We talked about vibrators and masturbation sleeves and cock rings and prostate massage and rimming.  He said I am a wild cat.  I said he could get behind me and spank me a couple of times for being so bad before he grabbed my hips to pull me onto his gorgeous cock.  

He pulled me up for another long kiss.  When he took a breath, I asked him to put his fingers in my hair, make a fist, and pull.  He complied perfectly, twisting my head and yanking my arm while he devoured my lips.  He had not shaved in a couple of days and the stubble felt amazing on my face.  

I asked if he had always been in Massachusetts – he shook his head.  I asked where before that?  He said upstate NY.  I smiled and said me too.  I asked where?  near Syracuse.  I told him about my town and we smiled. 

We talked about what we might do some day soon… alone in a bed in a room… undressing each other until we’re naked… lots of skin, more kissing, more touching, more dirty talk.  

I took his hand and placed it on my breast.  I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my dress, and he said, ‘Mmm… black is so sexy,” then plunged his finger into my cleavage, sliding slowly in and out.  “Going to put my cock there,”  he whispered.  I smiled.  I slipped my bra strap off so he could take my breast out of my bra.  He made a very appreciative gasp.  Then even deeper when he could see my nipple.  He sat back in his seat, stunned.  

“I told you I had the breasts thing going on,” I teased him.  He smiled over at me.  “Dream come true,” he whispered and leaned in to kiss me again.  

I ran my hand up under his shorts, asked if he’d worn them on purpose to give me access, “Nah… it’s summer,” he said but with an evil smile.  I finally found his cock with my finger and he gave me the hottest look.  It was hard and felt nice but I couldn’t get much leverage, petted it with my index finger.   I asked if I could lean over and suck it.  He gasped, looked around and replied “Not today… soon.  People starting to park too close.”  So I sucked on my finger, made loud slurping noises while he stared and smiled. 

I took his hand and put it on my knee.  He gathered up my dress until he was touching my skin above the knee.  “So soft… so white,” he sighed.  He trailed upwards, teasing with his finger along the side of my panties, crossing to the other side with a slight press in the middle that sent me spiraling upward.   

He began a delicious patter about what he would do… not today… soon… he was going to touch my swollen lips then slip a finger inside… then two fingers.. my eyes widened and so did his… then he rubbed his thumb and forefinger together in front of my face and said, “When I find your clit?  This.”  and I smiled.  He smiled an evil smile.  

“Do it now,” I begged.  “Please… help me cum,” I requested.  

“Soon… but not today,” he teased, pressing on my slit.  I squirmed and he slapped once.  

“Please… [his name]… slide your fingers under… touch me,” I asked.  He did it for about 3 seconds, then settled back into his seat.  Damn.  What does this mean?  I suppose when he writes, “Kissing, dirty talk” that is what he’ll do.  But it makes me wonder why he is going so slowly.  

I asked him what he wanted next.  He said he had to leave soon.  He asked if I would play when I got home.  He said he’d like to watch that someday.  I asked if he was going to play, and told him I’d like to watch that.  Maybe he should call me, let me listen.  He told me I was so hot emailing him about phone sex.  He recited the steps I had listed to prep…  Get yourself alone.. NAKED… tune up your vocal chords, flex that hand, grab your lube of choice and dial!  

He rolled his eyes and said “You are a very bad girl. And a very good kisser!”  

I said, “There is something about the word ‘lube’ eh?”  He grinned.  He kissed me again, pulled my hair again.  He said he really had to go.  I drove him back to his car.  He kissed me once more, said he wanted to hear me say, “Fuck me.  Fuck me now.”  

I smiled and replied,”…. soon!”  

I told him to be careful, not act too happy when he got home, or too skittish.  He joked about his wife asking him what he’d been up to while she was out, “WHY?  UH…NOTHING!” heh.  I told him about the three rules for extramarital relations… he nodded and said they made sense.  

12 noon 

He pecked me on the cheek and hopped out of the car.  I got out of the car and strolled toward Olive Garden.  

“Where are you going?” he asked. 

“To get sausages,” I answered.  

“Where?” he asked, puzzled. 

“In there…,” I replied, pointing to the Olive Garden restaurant.  

“For real?” He asked, chuckling.  

“Yup,” I answered.  “Gotta take something more than memories home.”  

He laughed and got into his car.  He drove past me and whistled.  I didn’t look back, just strutted my stuff into the restaurant and ordered sausages.