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Best First Meet Ever

Friday, April 4, 2014 
Let’s talk about a new AM guy.  Another man from New Hampshire!  He is the 16th AM man I have met.  He says I am the fourth woman he’s met.  
It had been a month since I’d seen NH Man, with no plan in place to meet.  I was getting twitchy, watching bad p0rn, desperately needing to be touched.  I had not had any messages from AM in a while, when late on a Saturday afternoon, I got a lovely one from a nice, older man.  I had thought I was done with AM, but I felt compelled to reply.  So I looked over my first messages to other men, pulled a sentence from one and a paragraph from another, tossed in some stuff directly related to his message, and hit SEND on Saturday night.  
STATS:  Age 62, 5’10”, 190 pounds, from NH (about an hour away from me) 
Okay, so he’s older, shorter and skinnier than I think will like me… but he posted five great photos. And wrote such a great email.  Definitely worth a try!  
He made me wait until after lunch time on Monday to get an answer, but his second message was even better than the first!
Tuesday I gave him my Yahoo address and we switched to email there and starting chatting!  He was easy to talk with.  We talked for 2.5 hours Tuesday night.  And again Wednesday night.  He started pushing to meet.  I usually want to wait at least a week, as it tends to weed out the creeps.  But I had a feeling about him… So I said what about tomorrow night?  Friday lunch?  He picked Friday lunch and we settled the details.    
Thursday I got my hairs cut – it had gotten really long and frayed – I had not cut it since having it shaved for chemo!  3.5 years.  Now it is just below my shoulders. I also got my nails done!  Bright red – OPI “Thrill from Brazil” nail polish, for those into such things.

He texted me when he was headed my way.  Nice to be reassured that he was not going to flake out.

Kris: See u soon! 🙂 12:52 PM

Me: Looking forward to it! 12:52 PM
So here we are – Friday 2 pm.  PF Chang’s Restaurant at the mall!  
I wore a black jersey top with buttons all the way up the front, blue silk scarf, dark blue pants, lucky black bra, black undies, socks and clogs.  
I didn’t recognize him when I entered the restaurant.  He had lost a lot of weight since the photos he showed me.  He stood when he saw me, so I decided it must be him!  He had on a dress shirt, black undershirt, sweater vest, and khaki pants.  I hugged him and he kissed me briefly, then we settled in at the table, me sitting at a right angle next to him.  He’s cute, not as much like Santa as his photos.  He is bald on top, but has a mass of curly white longish hair all around, and a trimmed beard.  He has a wonderful smile and beautiful blue eyes that twinkle like he knows a great secret!  
He was drinking coffee and water when I arrived.  I ordered a strawberry cucumber lemonade and water to drink, then spicy green beans, hot & sour soup and dynamite shrimp.  He said he’s not into spicy food, so we couldn’t share.  He said even thinking about spicy food makes the top of his head sweat!  He ordered crab wontons and house fried rice, then added the grilled salmon when he was still hungry.  I ordered the banana spring rolls and we shared it for dessert. I got the feeling he was trying to prolong our time together.  
I was a hussy.  I held his hand.  I stroked his wrist with my thumb.  Then I went all in… sucked his finger as I would suck something else.  He had to stop mid-story.  Ha!  I felt like I had one chance to convince this man I would be fun and sexy and different, so I went for it!  
The 20-something waitress kept butting in.  Argh!  This always happens to me!  She chatted with him about his profession and told him about her schooling.  He was very nice to her.  I wanted to shoo her!  
I talked about my project and he told me about his work and his grown children.  He talked about being a recovering alcoholic – hitting rock bottom and coming back through AA many years ago.  He talked about his new motorcycle. He is a good storyteller.  
He paid for lunch.  He used a credit card, which I thought was a bad idea, but he said his wife doesn’t pay attention to anything financial.  He wanted to leave the receipt behind but the waitress chased after him and made him take it “so he could do the survey and get a free appetizer.”  Ugh.  I took it so he won’t get caught with it.  
I couldn’t keep my hands off him another second!  I don’t usually engage in public displays, but the moment we were outside the restaurant, I pulled him behind an ornamental tree, and snogged him on the sidewalk just outside the door!  The world disappeared as we hugged and kissed.  I was a total hussy in broad daylight!
I walked him down to his car in the underground garage.  He had parked in a bad spot – near where cars come in and stop to get their tickets…So lot of traffic, and stopped so they could look around.  It was getting late, so I said I’ll just give you a hug and go.  We leaned on his car and he hugged me.  We kissed and kissed.  He whispered that he had never understood about kissing before but wow!  I made it worth the time!  HA!  
The world disappeared… just me, him…I can’t believe I did that!  He pressed me against the side of the car.  I felt the muscles in his back. 
I told him we can’t do this here.  He agreed but kept going, kissing me, grinding against me. He tucked me inside his down jacket to provide some cover for our activities. ‎ I unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt and played with his nipple.‎ He moaned.  
People are walking by. Babies in strollers, couples, a gaggle of teenagers.‎ I put my hand in his front pocket and stroked him. Hard as a ROCK! He told me I could not do that! I said I know…but kept stroking him. I was so sassy!
I can’t believe I did that!  He said he wanted to touch me but he didn’t dare in the open.I asked what he wanted to touch? I thought he’d say my chest… but he surprised me.  He said “Your clitoris!”
‎I told him he couldn’t do that in the garage. That we could be alone some day soon. ‎ He nodded, closed his down coat closer around me, turned me a bit, and stuck his hand down my pants!
It was so hot but soooo crazy! ‎ It felt so good, I wanted to scream! ‎ I can’t believe he did that!‎ He MADE ME CUM!  In public!  In the garage!‎ I was standing in his arms, thinking my knees were going to crumble… shaking… squeaking in his ear…I never thought of myself as a “clit gal” but man oh man… this man knows what to do!  
I told him I really had to go… I didn’t want to but I was supposed to pick up Hubby and get to the project meeting.  I had lost all track of time. I had to go!‎ Hubby was texting. WHERE ARE YOU???  I was already 20 minutes late.  Oops!  So I kissed him once more and walked away.  Best first meet EVER!
He texted me on his way home.  HUGE reassurance that he is not going to go silent!

Kris: What’s that sweet smell on the fingers of my left hand right now? something i had for dessert maybe! 😉 5:02 PM
Me: Sassy juice! 5:04 PM
Kris: Yum….want more! gotta drive….later…..but you are a great “groper” and kisser….and drove me crazy the way u touched me…..”just sayin’ “…. 5:11 PM
Me: 🙂 5:29 PM


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NH Man Meet #7

Friday, February 28, 2014 
Me: Good morning hot stuff! 7:55 AM
NH Man: Good morning to you still on for 4:30? 8:14 AM
Me: Oh yes! Make this day go by fast please! 8:16 AM
Me: You close? 4:30 PM
NH Man: I think I’m here 4:36 PM
Me: Ok. Be right out! 4:37 PM
NH Man: On corner  4:37 PM

Meet #7
I had really missed NH Man and wanted to make this meet special.  I chatted with The Pup, my AM cyber only guy, trying to pass the time as I waited for NH Man to pick me up at work. He gave me several ideas to try, to see if I could get NH Man to branch out a bit.  He got me really revved up right before the meet! 
NH Man picked me up at work.  I had not let anyone do that before.  We drove to my place.  The traffic was bad… strange to see that before 5 pm. I played with him in the car… he had the biggest smile on his face! The Pup suggested it and it worked like a charm!  I put my hand on his knee. He looked at me like… nice.  Then I moved slowly up his leg… making little patterns with my fingers. He got that look like, “You are NOT going to tease me in the car!”  Then I went more to the inside of his leg and higher and he got his wicked grin. By the time I got to the top of his thigh he had quite the hard-on going. And a big grin. I stroked and pressed.  He told me I am a bad girl and I said, “You wouldn’t have it any other way,” and he chuckled.
We got to my place and I played with him and kissed him in the elevator. He said, “What is it with you and elevators?”
I said, “It is so naughty” and he smiled and kissed me harder. I tried to get to his fly but he swatted me away as the doors opened.  
We got inside my place, and I pressed him against the wall and kissed him just inside the door – another suggestion from The Pup. That seemed to go over very well too!  Then we went to my bedroom. He got undressed except for his briefs.  I started undressing but apparently was not going fast enough so he came over to help me and started nibbling on my neck… very sexy.  We crawled into bed and he went at my chest with one hand and his mouth, his middle finger from the other hand exploring between my legs.  I was already dripping wet.  He started fingering me, had me trembling and moaning. He’s very good at that – he does this thing with his thumb on my clit, then puts his other fingers lower… sets me off! It felt amazing!
I got him to talk a little more during… which was ever so sexy. Then I asked what he’d like next and he led me to give him a blow job.  I did it from the side, leaning over his hip, so I could get him really deep. He gave me instructions for the first time – which I adore- told me to squeeze his balls while I was sucking… so I went up from underneath and pressed them so I was holding them and his cock.  I started tasting a nice amount of pre-cum.  And he was into it… holding my head and fucking my mouth in a way he has not done before. 
I asked him to let go…. let me swallow. He said he’d rather be inside me, that it is tough for him to cum in my mouth.  I asked him to trust me to make it happen, told him I wanted to taste it.  He pulled away and we did his 3-min sex thing at the end of the bed.  Again.  *sigh
We talked more about it after.  He said he can only cum once, so if he came in my mouth, he wouldn’t get to be inside me. I asked him to trust me on that as well. And if he can’t cum a second time, it’s okay.  
We had a nice cuddle as we talked, with him playing with my breasts… he is such a boob man!  I told him a story about an adventure a friend had, and he got excited again… I knew I could help him do that!  But he had to leave to pick up his wife.  Argh!  I wanted more!  An hour is not long enough, especially when we are used to being in bed for hours at his beach place.  But it was way better than nothing.  I had a wonderful glow.  And a new hope that I might be able to get him to do more!
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Hug a sexy lady – Meet #6

Thursday, February 6, 2014
TEXTS 
Me: Good morning hot stuff! 10:10 AM
NH Man: Good morning. Sun is shining in my window  10:11 AM 
NH Man: You coming to the beach?  4:14 PM 
Me: Yes indeed!  You ready to hug a sexy lady?  4:40 PM
NH Man: Yes I am. ETA? 4:49 PM
Me: Leaving now.  Hoping 6? 4:49 PM 
NH Man: Ok let me know when you get close 4:49 PM
Me: Just got to 95  6:02 PM 
NH Man: Front door is open. Going to pick up food 6:16 PM

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The meet

I was feeling awful when I woke up with the remnants of the stomach bug, but I took a 2-hr nap yesterday afternoon, showered, spruced myself up and felt much better!

I drove up to NH for the third time!  It took 90 minutes this time, but it worked out well.  NH Man was just driving up with bad Chinese food in hand when I pulled in at his beach house.  He is a dear.  I slurped wonton soup and nibbled on a couple chicken fingers.  He is normally a health nut but uses me as an excuse to indulge in fried food.  Heh.  
He gave me a very nice hug then led me to bed.  We cuddled and talked with me in his arms, then he had me roll over on my stomach and he gave me an amazing massage!  It was comforting and relaxing at first, but then he went lower and around the sides of my breasts – it got very sexy!  I was flushed and shaking by the time he stopped.

I was geared up to get him to do something different for sex.  I asked him if I could ride him… he just looked at me like a silly kid.  I tried to put my hands and mouth on him, but he pulled my ass down to the corner of the bed as usual for three minutes of my feet on his shoulders and his cock pounding into me.  *sigh 
There is a real dilemma here.  I like him, he is good to me, feeds me, gets me up to the beach, spends lots of time with me, a great listener, tells great stories, is a wonderful cuddler but… the sex is so boring!  I can’t figure out why he won’t try other things or let me suck on him.  I don’t know what to do.  Argh.  I suppose I will put him in the “way better than nothing” category.  
He fell asleep about 11 pm, so I snuck out and got dressed in the living room.  He popped out for another hug and saw me out to the car.  Such a nice guy! 

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Me:  Home.  Thanks again!  Sweet dreams!  12:24 AM
NH Man: I’m almost home too. TY  & GN  12:26 AM
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NH Man again

Thursday, February 6, 2014
9:35am
Still feeling tired and tummy is iffy so I stayed home.  Hope you have a terrific Thursday!
11:28am
I found a way into the NBC online streaming of the Olympics, which they have set up to give access only to those who subscribe to their cable sport channel!  Arrrgh!  I whined on Facebook and a friend from CA gave me her login!  Ha!  So I watched the team figure skating live.  The Americans were so sub-par… falling and doing programs without enough technical content.  Bleh. 
12:05 am
After a nap and a shower, I felt much better so I drove to the beach to see the guy in NH again!  That state does a great job of cleaning up the roads after a storm. 
We had a lovely evening together.  He is so sweet to me – fed me dinner, was into gentle touching and conversation…. just what I needed.  
I left him about 11 pm and got home feeling really good!
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Sexy Bloggers Summit

Trip and treat

I usually wait a year to tell you my stories, but there is something special going on today. The sexy and talented blogger Ryan Beaumont is posting about meeting a certain Sassy Girl last Thanksgiving! So pop over to his blog – The Ashley Madison Adventures of A Regular Guy Gone Bad – for his take on our historic blogger summit!

Here’s my side of the story of the Southern Gentleman and the Boston Gal meeting below the Mason-Dixon line!

The trip

Sometimes you do what you have to do, even if it is the last thing in the world you want to do. I drove over 2,000 miles to the Midwest and back over Thanksgiving to take Hubby to eat turkey with his family. His dad is getting on in years and begged me to bring his son so he could see the entire family one last time. I couldn’t believe he picked Thanksgiving weekend to summon us! Hubby won’t fly so it means driving or taking the train. We’ve done both, and I prefer driving so we can stop along the way to see friends. Why couldn’t it be July 4th? Or Columbus Day weekend? or any other time when the entire world is not driving to see their families and it might snow and the hotels jack up their rates and friends are probably busy with their families? Argh.

I figured out how we could avoid the busy travel days – leave Monday, stay with friends in Buffalo and then head on west and return on Friday/Saturday – only be gone five days. There was even a blog pal out near Buffalo who might give me a hug! Then the Great November Lake Effect Blizzard hit Buffalo with seven feet of snow, and our friends said, “Avoid this area!” So I re-planned the entire trip to go through Pennsylvania and see another set of friends. I dreaded having to drive all that way. I had never been away from my family at Thanksgiving and worried about being so far away from my elderly mother.

The treat

I took deep breaths and tried to think of things that would make the trip bearable. Seeing friends would definitely help, but I finally decided I needed a treat. I wanted the last stop to be someplace fun, with good food and a nice place to stay and someone fun to visit. I scoured Google maps from the Midwest to home… trying various routes to see if anything popped out at me. As I was packing Sunday afternoon, it hit me. I could go see the great Ryan Beaumont, blogger extraordinaire!

I had so many questions. Would he want to see me? Would he be home? Would it be safe for him to meet me? Show me around his town? Share his real life? He writes about the beauty of his area… the places he goes for meets. I want to see! And I want to see him. Who knows what could happen? We don’t flirt…much… or talk sexy or any of that… would that change in person? Was it a good idea? Would he even want the gray-haired curvy old lady? He doesn’t even know about the erotica I’ve written about him. Oops.

Kylie Minogue – I Should Be So Lucky

I emailed him to ask if he’d be home and could see me the day after Thanksgiving? Could he recommend a hotel and restaurant? I didn’t hear back and wondered if he was already gone for the holiday. Finally Monday morning, as I was walking out the door, he wrote back! He would be there! He could see me! He thought it was a great idea! He gave me lots of travel tips. Hooray! I was so excited! I jumped on the internet to reserve the hotel. Something to look forward to! and someone to keep me smiling across the miles!

Ryan was one of the first bloggers to write to me when I started my blog. I had no idea when I started posting that it would lead me to a wonderful community of fellow writers and fans! He was a great help with everything from technical tips about Blogger to how to stay anonymous. He found me through the grand poobah of sexy bloggers, Riff Dawg. I started blogging because I wanted to fuck meet Riff. But his blog is long gone and he’s on the other coast somewhere. I still dream of fucking him shaking his hand (or more) someday. Meeting bloggers has always been something high on my list of fun things to do! I think Ryan wants to be Riff when he grows up. And when Riff disappeared, the mantle of Ashley Madison blogger and community organizer passed to him. He wears it well, even though he is a very different person. There is something so alluring about the guy… tall, handsome, Southern Gentleman, music aficionado, politics wonk, and fellow traveler on the strange and wonderful roads of Ashley Madison, blogging and zero-sex spouses. And he has been a great friend to me.


Friday

Hubby and I survived the drive out and the visit with the family. Friday morning it was time to head back East. We had to drive more than 500 miles so I got us up and out early. I drove and drove… it was brutal. When we stopped along the way, I let Ryan know where we were and he gave me esoteric facts about the area and recommendations on places to eat or shop! He is such a font of information! We made a plan to meet in the morning for a tour of his area. Finally, eleven hours later, with my eyes glazing over and every muscle screaming for me to get out of the car, I found the charming hotel in the beautiful town outside DC!

We dragged our stuff to the beautiful room, and had time to stroll around the grounds. I had made a dinner reservation and fretted about making it, but we made our way to the cozy dining room right on time. We tried soups and appetizers and entrees and desserts!

 

Pumpkin soup with pepitas

Curried Cream of Crab Soup w/ Lump Crabmeat
 Sausage sampler – weisswurst, bratwurst and knockwurst

 Spaetzle with Black Forest Ham, greuyere cheese and asparagus

 Jaeger schnitzel with 
mushroom cream, pickled red cabbage and spaetzle 
I savored
Tenderloin tips stroganoff style 
with bacon mushroom cream, crispy beets and pickled cucumber 
that made Hubby weep with joy!

 Black forest cake with apple liquor for Hubby

Salted caramel pecan cheesecake 
with hot chocolate for me

It was one of the best meals I’ve had in my life. Ryan knows his restaurants! I sat there satiated and pleased, unsurprised that Ryan had recommended just the right place. I daydreamed about telling him as he showed me the sights and thanking him in a sassy way!

Then there was a power failure. It was only dark for about 3 seconds. My phone pinged. Ryan had to stop in at work to check on something, and could spare a few minutes to stop by the restaurant! The timing was perfect – we had just finished dessert and were paying the bill. I was so nervous! I had not prepared myself to see him tonight. I was tickled that he would change our plan and make time to see me as quickly as he could after I got into town!

The first hug

We were waiting in the entry when he came in. I opened my arms and hugged him tight. Dreams do come true, dear readers! Mmmm… there was such a feeling of warmth and comfort with a little sexiness mixed in – he is so tall and well-built! Beautiful eyes… sweet smile… I never wanted to let go. I knew right then it would be alright.

I introduced him to Hubby. They shook hands and Hubby took off. Ryan guided me to the bar. We got drinks and sat. Staring. Try to match up the reality with the photos and long-imagined persona. He looks good in photos but in person? He is gorgeous! He smiles! His preppy clothes fit him well. I could definitely check off the “better in person” box on Ashley Madison! He has blogged that he looks like a Kennedy. I agree. I see flashes of the long ago Joe Kennedy Jr. and JFK, bits of the Kennedys about his age like Robert Jr. or Max… makes me wonder if philandering Jack Kennedy ran into Ryan’s mother at a party some night and… probably not. But he most looks like Greg Kinnear, who has played JFK and is better looking!

Greg Kinnear 

Ryan is mostly interested in the demure business lady side of me, so that’s all he saw. He stood about 3 feet from me at the quiet bar. I couldn’t decide if he thought I would grab him if he was closer or he thought I was so strange he didn’t want to get too close! Probably just being safe, in case anyone he knew saw him.

We only had about 15 minutes then he had to scoot home. I walked him to his car and stole another hug. He is a great hugger! He left me with a promise to pick me up in the morning for the grand tour!

Saturday

Hubby and I had a memorable breakfast at the hotel. Such an elegant place with incredible food! I had crab eggs benedict for the first time!

Ryan picked me up and gave me a tour of his town! It reminds of Maine with little shops and historic buildings and beautiful vistas. And he is the best tour guide – with stories full of history and quirky neighbors and politics and women! I can see why he adores it there. He showed me where he meets Sandee and where he works. It was so amazing to put him in context!

I wish I could tell you I grabbed him. I wanted to! I almost did… I so wanted to press him up against the wall in the stairwell at his work and kiss him silly, groping like the dickens! I could envision undoing his belt and… But I got no indication of interest. So the demure lady was polite and funny and introspective and Sassy stayed under wraps. Probably for the best.

He is such a good guy! We talked about anything and everything – sports, history, restaurants, other bloggers we know, Philip. It was so incredible to be open and able to share. I will tell you a secret. He writes like a goofy guy but he is really smart and sweet and juggles a serious job, active kids and the coldest, meanest wife this side of the Monongahela with aplomb.

The time passed much too quickly and he took me back to the hotel. He had to pick up his kid. I had to head off to the North. He took me to hotel door and drove away.

Final thoughts

I so want him to be happy. How is it there are so many men like Philip and Ryan and most of the men I meet on AM who have everything except a wife who will be nice to them and have sex? They are good guys trying to make the best of a bad situation. I want sweet, loving wives for them all!

I was so enthralled with the town and beautiful vistas surrounding it, I took Hubby on a mini-tour on our way out, telling him the fun facts Ryan had imparted. I wished for another day or two or three to explore the area. I made myself a promise to come back. I hope I can keep it!

If you ever get the chance to meet a sexy blogger? GO FOR IT!

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Meet #5 Hot Sexy Man

Wednesday, January 8, 2014
8:11 AM
Me: Good morning! So excited to see you later! And touch you.. 
10:06 AM
NH Man: I hope so. More than once 
10:11 AM
Me: Hope you’ll touch me too. 
10:12 AM
NH Man: More than once. May nibble too 
10:15 AM
NH Man: Hang out Thursday evening? If you could get off work Friday you could come here. If not I could go there. I will keep you warm either way. 
10:16 AM
NH Man: I forgot you have skating. 
10:17 AM
Me: Thanks for that lovely thought. But we have figure skating tickets Th-F-Sa-Sun. 
10:18 AM
NH Man: I remembered. After 
10:19 AM
Me: That’s why I am so excited to see you today! 
10:21 AM
NH Man: Because you are horny silly girl. 
10:21 AM
Me: Maybe so… or because you’re a hot, sexy man! 
10:25 AM
NH Man: ufffdufffd 
4:50 PM
Me: I am home alone! Text when you’re here. 🙂 
4:52 PM
NH Man: Ok 
4:55 PM
NH Man: Two miles away
5:01 PM
NH Man: Here
5:05 PM
Me: In elevator
5:05 PM
NH Man: Ok 
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So he parked in my space.  I kissed him in the elevator, and we ran to my bed.  He pulled off his clothes and looked over at me like “Hurry up!”  So I tossed off my clothes.  We got very warm under the covers, cuddled together, me lying half on top of him while he played with my breast and told me strange stories about his work.  
He started kissing my neck, nibbling on my ear and saying he wanted to be inside me.  I reached down to play with him a bit – he definitely seemed ready!  He grabbed a condom from his wallet and I ripped open the foil and unrolled it over him.  I asked him if he’d like me to ride him.  He said no, he wanted his usual thing.  *sigh  
So he got out of bed, went down to stand at the corner, uncovered me, pulled me down until my ass was hanging off the edge, pulled my feet up onto his shoulders and shoved himself inside.  I watched him pound away for three minutes, like clockwork, then shudder as he filled the condom.  I puzzled yet again over why this was good for him, why he wouldn’t do anything else, why do I do this for sex and companionship and only get one.  I wonder if his knees hurt.  Or he is using Viagra and nervous about losing his erection.  Or what?  
He strolled toward the bathroom, pecking me on the lips as he passed and covering me back up, then went to clean up.  He crawled back under the covers and snuggled up again.  He asked me about watching skating, and my work.  I adore how he pays attention to what I’m doing, listens and makes good suggestions.
Too soon it was time for him to go.  I threw on clothes and walked him back to the garage, opening the door so he could drive out.  He waved and went around the corner at 6:30 pm.  
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At my place

Friday, December 27, 2013
NH Man asked if he could stop in to visit me on a Friday night on his way to pick up his wife at her apartment in Boston.  He comes down every Friday to pick her up and take her home for the weekend, then returns with her Sunday night so it gives us a convenient chance to see each other.  
The debate
I’ve never had an AM man at my place but I had been thinking about it for three months.  It came up in October when I was trying to see The Lawyer, and hotel rates skyrocketed due to the foliage and baseball play-offs.  My set-up is relatively secure for a man – a big condo building so no one can see which unit you visit if they’re following you, and underground parking, so none of that “strange car parked out front” thing.  But I’ve read a lot of stories online about what happens after you break up when a man knows where you live… and I did not want to give my anonymity.  I waffled back and forth, talked to my pals in the chat room, who gave completely conflicting advice.  My Hubby had no objections – he’s been bringing his lady friends to our place for awhile.  
Somehow, with NH Man, it made perfect sense. He didn’t understand what the big deal was.  But he understood that it was a big decision for me and gave me options. 
The prep
So I reached a milestone with this visit.  I invited NH Man to see me at home.  That meant checking to be sure he’s not allergic to cats, fierce cleaning, a new bedspread (the cats destroyed the old one) and trying to hide every letter, magazine and package with my real name and address on it!  …and just roll with it.  Luckily Hubby was in a helpful mood and I had the day off from work.  
The visit
Hubby was going out on a date, and NH Man had about 2 hours to see me.  I met him in the underground garage and pointed him at my parking space. I kissed him in the elevator.  He was sure there’s a surveillance camera in there but I don’t think there is.  But it tickled him to think of showing off for the camera.  
My bed
I have him a quick tour of my place, then we collapsed on my bed.  In my bed.  mmm… 
We did our usual thing… fondling, kissing, a little oral, three minutes of him standing at the end of bed, inside me with my ass at the corner of the bed and my feet on his shoulders… boom.  Then we cuddled.  He kidded me about being worried in a way that made me a lot calmer.  He got that it was a big deal for me.  He is very sweet.  I relaxed in his arms while he played with my nipples and told me stories about his Christmas and the family. 
The pistol
As we were leaving, he was putting on his coat, and reached into the inner pocket to hand me something.  A pistol!  I had never touched a gun before.  He pulled out the magazine (the thing with the bullets) and handed the gun to me.  I think it was a Sig Sauer, like the cops carry, small but heavy.  He had a permit to carry, says he has it for protection.  It must be a NH thing.  I don’t know anyone here with a firearm.  I don’t know what I think about that.  He said it only shoots bad people.  Hmm.  Not sure if I feel safer or not.  
I went back to the garage with him, and showed him how to open the door to get out so he can do it alone next time if that makes sense.  He gave me a brief hug, slid into his car and drove away.  
Another line crossed! I really earned my hussy points today!  
by

Meeting the Blog Fan

Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Background
He wrote me a fan email about my blog about a year ago.

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From: Blog Fan
To: Sassy
January 23, 2013 10:07 am 
Love your blog, reading about your adventures, past and
present, and your sexy photos.  Your beau is a lucky man!
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I wrote back to thank him and ask for more info about him.  This started a long, pleasant, infrequent correspondence, several announcements of visits that never happened, a few late night phone calls from his hotel room when he was traveling for business, and finally an invitation to dinner on December 17, with a request for hotel ideas and a dinner reservation! 
He is from South of the Mason-Dixon Line… a true gentleman.  He sent me a photo.  It was the best head shot a man ever sent me… nice smile, fedora and a twinkle in his eye!  That combined with a romantic pattern to his prose that made him very attractive.  
He had read the early part of my blog, up through my first meeting with Philip.  He also read other sexy blogs (he found me through Prowling with Kat) and was astonished there are “women over 40 who are still interested in sex!”  Ha!  He told me stories of girlfriends before he got married but indicated he has not had sex with his wife in a long time.  He wrote beautiful fantasies about what he would like to have happen.  He was just learning about submissive women, and balked when I pointed out his dom tendencies but enjoyed me sharing info about what I know about that scene. 
He made a reservation at the hotel I recommended and liked my restaurant choice.  It started to feel real.  I was more excited than nervous to meet him.  There is always the “what if we don’t click?” but it seemed more remote in this case.  
I was concerned about the impending snowstorm, but the forecast said 3 inches, which is no big deal in Boston. 
The plan was for me to pick him up at the hotel at 6 pm.  I made a dinner reservation for 6:30 pm. 
That Day
This day dragged like molasses. 
8:37 am He emailed me to say he was stuck waiting for a plane, delayed due to the snow further south.  Ugh.  I had visions of our meet being blocked by the stupid weather and airline delays.  Noooo!  
1:00 pm The snow started here
1:27 pm He finally wrote telling me he’d made it to the hotel and was going off to his meeting. 
2:59 pm He told me where he was meeting.  It was near my office, so I asked if he wanted to meet in my building instead of going back to his hotel, as the restaurant was closer to my work.  
3 pm I sent my office staff home to get ahead of the storm.  I waited to see if he’d get out of his meeting and meet me at the office.  
4:48 pm He didn’t get the message… wrote to tell me he was walking back to the hotel because he couldn’t get a cab!  I told him to go inside anywhere and I’d come get him.  He didn’t respond. 
I told my husband to pick me up. 
5:10 pm I left my office.  The traffic was fierce.  The snow was coming down at over an inch an hour… the wipers couldn’t keep up, I couldn’t see, no plowing had been done.  We creeped along.  I started to fret that I wouldn’t make it to his hotel by 6 pm. 
5:30 pm He called to tell me he made it back to the hotel, would need half an hour to thaw and dry off but would be ready.  I told him I was on the way and would call when I got closer.  
5:50 pm. I dropped Hubby off at home.  I called the restaurant to tell them I was coming – not to give up our table!  
 It’s usually only 5 minutes to the hotel, but it took me 20 minutes.  The cell network went down and I couldn’t get a message out.  Argh!  
That Night
6:10 pm I rolled through the hotel’s portico worrying about how to contact him.  He was standing there!  He opened the door and said, “Sassy?”  I nodded and he hopped into the passenger seat. 
I leaned over for that awkward in-the-car hug, then grabbed his face and kissed him.  He seemed surprised but recovered quickly, taking over the kiss and groping my breast!  Yes!  I felt this instant jolt of…”YES!  THAT’S THE WAY TO DO IT!” 
He was wearing a sheepskin coat with toggles, his trademark fedora, a henley long sleeve black shirt, jeans and Oxfords.  I had on my business lady clothes – blue silk scarf, black button-down jersey top, blue slacks, black shoes and clogs, blue cotton briefs and my lucky black bra! 
I ventured out onto the roadway… I have never driven in worse conditions.  I’ve driven in deeper snow but without many cars around.  This was coming down too fast for the wipers to clear, so I couldn’t really see, there was a lot of traffic, and I was sliding!  I was freaking out.  He was very soothing, offered to get out and clear the windshield, but we were on the big road and very close to our destination.  
We made it to the parking garage. I donned my blue hoodie, scarf, blue parka, one black glove and one pink glove.  We hoofed it the block to the restaurant, holding each other up as we slipped and slid in ankle deep snow.  He had no gloves, no scarf and the Oxfords – not prepared for this weather!  
Dinner
6:40 pm We slid into the restaurant!  We hung up our coats and the host said, “Reservation for [my real name]?  Ugh.  The blog fan didn’t seem to be listening.  Whatever.  Note to self – Find a way around that name thing next time! 
We had a lovely side table next to the window.  I had asked for privacy for a distinguished guest.  He ordered a glass of malbec and I had iced tea.  We looked over the menu and agreed to share the 
~ pan-seared sea scallops   $10.
served over bacon-glazed Brussels sprout hash,
finished with apple cider reduction
~lobster chowder   $13.
fresh lobster tail & claw meat,
with corn, red bliss potatoes & smokehouse bacon
I ordered the 
~ lobster risotto   $25.
prepared with fresh lobster meat, 
 triple cream brie & Swiss chard
and he got the
~ traditional steamed lobster   $27.
with coleslaw, red bliss potatoes & drawn butter
As the food came, he asked if I was going to take a photo.  Ha!  I do post a lot of food photos in my blog.  He smiled indulgently as I snapped photos.  We shared tastes of the scallops and lobster chowder.  The chowder was a delight!  He agreed and saw the wisdom of my choice. 
We told stories and he asked questions about Philip, Ashley Madison, my past.  It’s fun to be with someone who knows my secrets.  I was bold and asked him questions.  He was rather vague in his answers but pulled up interesting anecdotes about his adventures.  He told me a joke!
I asked to see the dessert menu and was tempted by the mango sorbet, but decided I’d rather be alone with him sooner.  He asked for the bill, plunked down three $50 bills, and went off to the men’s room, so I got a chance to see that it was $110.  Not bad for 2 glasses of wine, my iced tea, two starters and two mains with lobster!  
We made our way back to the car – cutting through a mall to decrease the steps in the snow.  I kissed him in the elevator of the parking garage.  I couldn’t recall what floor I parked on.  We went to 3… nope.  I kissed him again as we went up to 4.  Nope.  So I kissed him again as we went down to 2.  Eureka!  We worked together cleaning off the wipers and windshield.  He enjoyed the heated seats.  
The snow had stopped!  It was much easier driving when I could see, and with less traffic, but the roads were still awful.  
“Dessert”
9 pm We made it to the hotel.

He had a great room – at the quiet end of the corridor away from the elevators, with a gorgeous view of Boston and Fenway Park!  I stared out the window… the snow looked beautiful from up there.  I took a photo.

He came up behind me, kissed my neck and cupped my breast.  Yes!  He asked why the lights were on at Fenway and I told him about the hockey event on New Years Day and the little ski slopes they were building for a fun thing to do in there. 
He said, “Let’s sit on the edge of the bed,” and took my hand to lead me over there.  He told me to take off my shoes.  He took off my silk scarf and held it to his face.  He kissed me.  He pressed me down onto the bed and kissed for a long while.  Very very good kisser!  
He said he wanted my top to go away.  I started unbuttoning it and he took over, kissing my neck, cleavage and tummy as he went.  He smiled at my lucky black bra.  He raised it and sucked on a nipple, tweaking and twisting the other.  Hmmm… the man knows what to do!  I was squirming and moaning. 
He asked me to get rid of my bra.  He marveled as I undid it behind my back with one hand.  He rubbed my back, then asked me lie on my back again.  He asked if I would let him lick me between my legs.  I said I wanted him to do it.  He slid down between my legs, rubbing his face on my thighs, teasing around my belly button and legs and revving me up wondering when he would hone in on my center.  At last I felt his face brushing my slit… mmmm…. so good!  He had this way of licking my vaginal opening while his nose pressed my clit… oh yes!  He added a finger and then a second… I adore that!  He got this amazing look on his face and whispered, “I’m inside Sassy!  I dreamed of this so many times…tell me I am pleasing you?”  I assured him he was making me feeling incredible.  I felt like a celebrity!  Heady stuff. 
Then he did something no one has done to me.  He lubed up his little finger and put it in my ass while his other fingers were inside my vagina.  Wow!  I told him I hadn’t prepped for that, he might find more than he bargained for.  He said he had prepared – pointed to a towel and wipes on the bedside table!  Wow!  
Everything he did, I thought.. wow… that’s the way to do it! 
He asked me if I would let him play with me with a cucumber!  Sure, whatever.  I think he had a bit of a complex about his size but he is beautifully endowed… probably watched too much porn.  The men in those are crazy big!  I like average size… easier to deep throat! 
He warmed it with his hands and breath, lubed it and started to gently press it against my clit and then inside me.  So I lost my vegetable virginity!  
I was worried that he’d get too vigorous or too deep but he was very careful, watching my reactions and sighing.  He said he’d always wanted to do that!  I adore helping a man fulfill a fantasy!  I told him I could bring my toys next time.  He seemed very interested in that.  
He came up to kiss me (see if I’d do it with my juices on his face – passed that test!) He smiled.  
I made my way down his body, playing with his nipples, his belly button, then caressing his very hard cock.  It was not small!  It was very thick and beautifully formed.  
I played with him with my hand, then got between his legs to give him a sassy blow job.  I asked if he was ready to be licked… sucked… he nodded.  I asked if I should help him cum.  He said no… just take him to the edge and stop.  Okay.  I did my usual routine, say hello, lick, blow cool air, then gulp him down.  He moaned well.  He was watching me.  Murmured, “It’s been so long since I’ve had a blow job!” “How long?” I ask.  “DECADES” he says.  Oooh… I adore being able to end a man’s drought!  He held my hair, tilted my head… and I was thinking… wow I could do this every day!  I tried to deep-throat him but he was too big around!  He said, “I think we need to meet again… yes?”  I smiled up at him and told him I’d like that, though I think it’s more of a “I’m enjoying this” than any commitment to appear again.   
I kept sucking on him, licking up and down, across his balls, a little lower… just when I got going he’d stop me.  He asked if he could come in my mouth and I said yes.  But he didn’t.  He talked about eating a cream pie but didn’t do that either. 
Finally he asked me to lie on my back again.  He played with my chest some more, then grabbed a condom and rolled over onto me, kissing me.  He slipped inside… wow!  I haven’t done missionary in… forever!  He wasn’t intimidated by my tummy.  His weight felt so good on me!  He said he was sorry his dick wasn’t bigger.  I told him it was fine, felt wonderful.  He stared deep into my eyes.  There was an incredible connection!  I’ve felt connected to other men but this was different – a wild mixture of comfort and chemistry.  Wow!  He came pretty quickly.  That happens a lot with first times after a lot of anticipation.  A year of foreplay makes it very likely!  
He collapsed beside me… apologized, said he has gotten up at 4 am to get to the airport and cumming is a like a sleeping pill.  I told him it was fine… to sleep and I’d watch over him.  I stroked his back a bit then went to pee and read email on my phone.  He called out to me after about 15 minutes.  I went back in, thinking I’d dress and leave.  He pulled me under the covers with him, asked me to stay.  I told him I couldn’t.  We told each other more stories.  He said he really had to sleep.  I kissed him and he touched my breast again.  I reached lower and found him very hard.  He marveled… said he had not been able to recover like that in years!  He started to roll onto me to do missionary again and I asked him if he’d like to try doggie style.  
His eyes widened… he admitted he’d never done that!  He is such an odd combo of amazing technique, great ideas and little experience.  He rolled me over onto all fours, donned another condom, added some lube.  I put my head down and he pulled me onto him.  Wow!  He commented on how deep he could get, how sexy it is to watch himself go in and out… I moaned and shrieked a lot.  🙂  and he came again and expressed great surprise he could do that.  
He collapsed again and he was really going to sleep now, had to be awake in 6 hours to catch his plane out.  
I got dressed, kissed him once more.  I asked him to do one thing for me – email me when he gets home. He said he was not a good correspondent.  I said I know, but do this one thing.  He promised.  
12:45 am I left him.  
I felt such chemistry with this man.  Being with him was magic!  Wow.  Wow.  Wow!  Why is it the guys I like best live so far away?!  Argh.  I wonder if I will ever hear from him again?  See him again?  *sigh*
This was definitely the best night of the year… isn’t it amazing the things I get to do because I blog?!
by

Meet #3 KFC in NH

Thursday, December 12, 2013

My second trip to the beach!

I didn’t work on Thursday – ran an errand downtown, got my nails done at a new place near home then set off to NH about 2:15 pm. The drive was easy except for the dumb slow down around Rte 60 on Rte 1.

I decided to adventure up Rte 1. I found a Walmart parking lot to stop and text him. I caught up on Facebook and email. He asked if I’d like to pick up food, suggested KFC (which was in the same parking lot!) I got food and drove to his house, pulling in just as he arrived!

We ate and talked at his kitchen table. I had two chicken littles, a KFC bowl, a churro and the new Cinnabon Delights. I bought the desserts thinking to share, but I couldn’t get him to try anything of mine. He had chicken tenders, wedges and coleslaw. I played with his knee.


KFC Chicken Little
KFC Bowl
 KFC Churro 
KFC Cinnabon Delights 

We went into the bedroom about 5 pm. We talked and cuddled. We kissed. I played with his beard, told him how wonderful it felt between my legs. He said his wife hates it, which makes him keep it. I told him I shaved my underarms for him. He said to stop – he likes hair there, just not hairy legs.

He adores playing with my nipples. We had sex twice at the end of the bed, my heels on his shoulders, for about 3 minutes. I tried to ride him and he tried doggie style but could not get hard enough. I went down on him. He used his fingers on me.

Both his wife and his ex-GF called while I was there. It’s interesting to hear the difference in his voice when he talks to them. With his wife he’s all curt, “What?” and the ex-GF gets sweet voiced “Oh, hello. How’s it going?” He admitted that he still sees his ex-GF – she’s involved in his medical care! He told me stories about having to leave home after he had his final shoving match with his father. He told me about his children’s misadventures.

I got up to pee and left the door open… he joked about how he could hear me and it was turning him on (riffing off the Mr. Scat story I told him). Ha ha… but he did seem impressed at how I am not prissy about shutting the door.

He had an awful ear ache and seemed feverish to me. He was worried about getting me sick.

He said he was going to be busy with holiday staff the next couple of weeks. I told him to let me know when that changed. I had a moment of “uh oh.. this is not good” but it seemed like exactly what it was.

I dragged myself out of there at 11 pm and headed home. This drive was very easy. There were a few moments when I thought I was going to have to deal with Hubby’s gf at our place, but she left before I got there. I picked up Kelly’s Roast Beef in Everett at midnite. Sex makes me so hungry!

He texted me before I got home! He thanked me for cumming. Heh.

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TEXT from NH Man to Sassy
Thu, Dec 12, 2013 at 11:52 PM

I’m home in my warm bed snuggling with the pets and full of drugs. Drive carefully and thanks for cumming

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TEXT from Sassy to NH Man
Fri, Dec 13, 2013 at 12:03 AM

So glad to know! I hope you feel better soon. Thanks for everything!

by

Seven Sexy Hours in NH

Thursday, December 5, 2013 
First trip to the beach to see NH Man! 
Summary: 
1) I left work early so I could find my way before dark.
2) We went for a walk on the beach.  🙂
3) He fed me awful Chinese food. 🙂
4) We talked and played, and talked and played.  🙂
5) He asked me if I would come back soon.
6) He really wanted me to spend the night.  
7) I left at 12:15 am and drove home.
8) I like him. 
I had a lovely evening with NH man!  I left work early so I could find my way up there before dark.  It’s just an hour away!  There were pockets of heavy traffic but it mostly rolled at about 70 mph. I got there with about 30 minutes of light left. 
His beach house is a duplex across the street from the beach in a small enclave – fabulous location.  It’s a simple two-bedroom place – enter the open living room/dining room/kitchen area, down a hall with the bathroom on the left, guest bedroom at the end of the hall and master bedroom on the right.  There are stainless steel appliances, granite countertops, nice art, tasteful furniture.  There is no sign of him… all the furnishings are the landlord’s.  I liked the blue, seashore theme but he could take no credit for it.  The rent is dirt cheap because the landlord makes buckets of money on summer rental then mostly wants someone to house-sit in the winter.  It’s a wonderful haven for him.  And a great “secret love nest” as Ashley Madison calls it.  
He gave me a big hug, then took me to walk on the beach – a beautiful long, flat stretch of sand.  He has this habit of walking slightly ahead of me, like… 10 feet ahead of me.  I feel like a Saudi wife.  Heh.  Not sure what’s up with that… a desire not to show affection in public?  Used to doing his own thing?  I can see not touching me but walking beside with a couple feet between us should do it, no?  I used the distance to sneak a photo of him and several of the beach.  
He ordered Chinese and I rode with him to get it.  The beach town is mostly shut down for the winter and quiet.   We ate at the kitchen table, sharing stories and touching in simple ways that are such a luxury for both of us.  We shared a pu pu platter and fried rice.  I ate some hot & sour soup.  It may have been the worst Chinese food I’ve ever eaten but he bought it and I ate enough to keep from starving.  
We moved to the bedroom and stayed there for hours, like… SEVEN HOURS!  
He took off his clothes and got under the covers.  I mourned the loss of being able to undress him and having him undress me… I adore that part!  But I followed his lead, getting naked and crawling under the covers with him. 
We were talking and cuddling, playing, talking, laughing, more cuddling.  He told me about his girlfriend of 15 years who was supposed to move to the beach and live with him and had an attack of guilt when he left his wife and crushed him by staying with her husband.  His daughter’s husband went nuts, so she moved back home with her children and asked him to come back to protect her, so he did. 
He and his ex-GF are able to talk – had lunch the other day.  She is fooling around with others and knows he is doing the same.  He told me about his abusive father, who stopped when he was big enough to slam him into the wall (it made a dent).  I told him about Philip resurrecting me, helping me through cancer treatment.  I told him about Mexico and the foursome.  I told him about Mr. Scat and Mr. Strange Equipment.  He told me about several of his AM meets.  He asked for my first name and I refused to say, explaining about the safety in not using it and the burdens I try to escape that are tied to it.  As usual, I screwed up telling a story and mentioned my first name an hour later.  Duh.
He told me about misadventures in his youth that are causing him health problems now.  We talked about our weight and he worried over how it affects my health, noting that I was breathing heavy during our beach walk.  It was tough to have him notice and comment, but he did it in a very caring way.    
His wife called.  I went off to the bathroom to give him some privacy.  I sat on the edge of the bed when I got back, unsure what to do next.  He played with my chest and I took hot photos of his fingers on my nipple.  
I also went to the bathroom for a break about 10:30 pm.  I stayed in there IMing with my sister for a few minutes and he texted me asking if I’d fallen in!  Laughed so loud!  
For those who like to know such details there was 
  • kissing, 
  • lots of him playing with my nipples,
  • finding the spot on my back and making me squirm, 
  • him going down on me, 
  • me sucking on him (though he told me not to make him cum as he is a once-a-night only guy now), and 
  • finally about 6 hours in, two minutes of sex.  He said, “We waited too long,” when he had trouble staying hard, which I guess means viagra is involved, but I don’t know for sure.  He says he can only have sex one way – he rolled on a condom, pulled me to the corner of the bed, put my feet on his shoulders with him standing up, then pounded into me until he came in about 2 minutes.  I may try to convince him other positions can be fun… next time.  
You’re also going to ask if he made me cum.  There was a lot of pleasure but no mind-blurring, body-shaking cumming.  He is very talented and generous… I think I was too nervous the first time or something.  I felt relatively calm but… I dunno.  
He is a big teddy bear, low-key, generous, trying to make me understand that he is not like the other AM men who have made me untrusting and cynical.  That he is “normal” whatever that means.  He is a good listener and tells great stories.  I like him.  He said he likes me.  He asked me very early on in the evening when I could return.  
We fell asleep about 11:30 pm.  He wanted me to stay but I decided to drive home a little after midnight.  He got up and talked to me as I dressed, gave me a long hug, then watched from the door to be sure I made to my car and on my way.

I emailed him when I got home at 1:15 am and he wrote right back, telling me he is free every night next week except Monday and would like me to visit again.  Imagine that… sex more than once with the same guy?!  Heh.  You know I can’t really hope anymore, but something very close to that emotion is bubbling up.  I am not giddy.  It’s not fireworks… more like a warm chair by the fire with someone to hold my hand and tell me stories and listen to mine.  I can use that right now.