Who was going to tell, anyway? We were married. Each of us seemed mismatched sexually with our spouses, desiring far more intimacy than the one at home.
It was craigslist.
Dawn’s ad caught my eye and brought us into contact, but it was her fun and erotic emails that grabbed my attention.
Dawn: "I miss kissing. Would you take me to dinner and kiss me?"
Me: "On a first date? Only if you eat all your vegetables. lol."
The first time we met we had dinner together. We talked and laughed throughout. Those first dates can be so awkward for two who meet online, but ours was the exception! I loved her mouth...her resort to vulgarity at terribly funny moments. I remember looking at her and realizing I could definitely see myself holding her in my arms and kissing passionately. I had a hunch she was an amazing kisser. There was a smoldering sexuality just below the surface. One of those women you just know are voracious in bed.
It didn’t take long to find out. As we got ready to leave I wondered what her impression of me had been. Would she want to see me again, or would she cut her losses and move on? By nature I am a gentleman, so without giving it any thought I walked her to her car and opened the door for her. She started to get in and then stopped, pausing to look into my eyes. Then she stood again.
"Mark, did you notice I ate all my vegetables?"
Without another word, she kissed me. Hard. Tongue reaching, greeting mine. Soft lips urgently pressing, moving, searching. I had my answer. And an erection.
"Mark, I loved kissing you last night."
"Probably not as much as I loved it, Dawn."
"I've never gotten wet like that so quickly."
"Dawn, you made me hard then and you are doing it again now."
"I want to make you harder."
For our next date we planned a casual snack, but Dawn asked if we could just skip food and find a quiet place to park. We found a nearby, nearly empty parking lot. We had agreed that unless and until we decided to fuck we would not spend money on a room. Save it for then. I stopped, shut off the engine and turned to her, but she was already climbing into the back seat. Very practical, I thought. Direct. No nonsense.
For those who love prolonged kissing, this was a feast. We kissed. We touched. We stroked and rubbed through our clothing. We drove each other wild with passion. My cock was so hard it hurt, and I was confident Dawn was very wet. Dawn paused and looked at me for a moment, then, without breaking eye contact, she unzipped me and took me in her hand. She slowly licked the head, then my shaft, then took me deep in her throat. What followed was amazing. Intense. Someone asked me once whether I had ever had a full-body orgasm, but I didn’t know what it was. Now I do. I actually roared. She swallowed.
We sat for several minutes. I was holding her in my arms.
“Dawn?” I whispered, "Is there a day we could meet in the afternoon, when I could get us a room and we would have a few more hours together? I would like to get to know your body, kiss you all over. Worship you. Make sweet, slow, love to you. Then I want to fuck you hard, doggy style.”
We had to wait almost two weeks. Our emails back and forth reflected our simmering desires:
“Dawn, what touch, or kiss, or spoken words get you hot the quickest?”
“Mark, I love it when a man takes me to dinner and whispers what he is going to do to me later. A perfect gentleman in public, but an animal when he gets me alone.”
“Dawn, do you like gentle or rough?”
“Please don’t make me choose, Mark.