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Julie is a twenty-three year old young woman, who met a man thirty years her senior via online chat. This is the story of their first in-person meeting. It is somewhat of a biographical fantasy where the idea of prior anonymous seduction becomes a reality. I have tried to capture elements of desire in a somewhat romantic setting where the sensuality and eroticism becomes pleasantly consuming. It also leaves the way open for added adventures.

‘What were you doing?’ you asked yourself…’Julie, get a grip,’ was the phrase that echoed in your head.

Sensibility was always one of your strongest traits, but now something else was niggling at you; a strange sense of adventure for something risqué.

He said that eroticism was mainly a function of the brain which was the most erogenous of organs. You were quietly stimulated, and after all, needed a distraction from the obsequious advances and sly comments from your step father which had put you ill at ease. You did try once to tell your mother, but she would ‘have none of it.’ In her view it would have been your fault, ‘walking around provocatively’ as she said.

Your own mother saw you as her competition for her husband. Yes, you were certainly twenty plus years her junior, but you were not provocative in any way. And besides, your mum still had it… her looks and her sensuality. You were just the third of the ‘two’s company and three’s a crowd’. You weren’t going to put out for him…no way! Therefore you had to get out of the domestic arrangement. You would work on it as soon as you could, but it was a welcome relief when the older stranger entered into your life as if by chance.

Chance…maybe. You knew that he knew, and he knew that you knew… the world of online anonymous chat, making contact, swap emails and then lo and behold. An unsuspecting target, but who really is the target if there is one anymore. Is it you or is it him? Get a credit card, some financial backing for something, maybe even identity theft, alternatively perhaps a contact for sexual dalliance, sexting, personal porn and the like.

But things took a bit of a twist and you wanted to explore and find out more. This is the beginning: the first installment of ‘the more’: the awakening of Julie. There was something that attracted you…you became the moth to the flame.

The text said ‘I’ll be there at 6.30pm.’ It was the first dinner date, but there had been a number of email sexual interchanges over the last week. And it was not long after, that you realized you were becoming intrigued and your bodily responses… well, you had never felt so aroused. You were eager, horny and knew that this night was going to escalate into a consummation finally putting aside the recent pent up sexual frustration.

You were already secreting between your legs as you waited for him and you hoped that the gathering moisture was not going to be a tell tale sign for people that you passed by. You thought ‘no underwear…what if my dress shows after I have sat down?’ ‘Maybe it will, maybe it won’t;’ but, you decided, ‘seriously…not my problem.’

You had spent a long time in the bathroom preparing yourself for this dinner. Well showered and shampooed, you cut the few straggling hairs around your labia and perineum and neatly trimmed and shaped your pubic hair, leaving it intact but a very defined and tidy ‘landing strip’. You had a sixth sense that he would like that. You douched and made sure that you were clean inside and out, including in and around your puckered asshole. You enjoyed the sensation of this preparation and could feel your arousal building with the slickness that coated you between your legs. He had said…’no stone unturned’… you chuckled to yourself: ‘I’ll be the turned over stone,’ but it won’t be stone, rather pliable, wanton flesh in need of good stimulation. The thought excited you even more. You were ready and wanted to be touched and probed now!

You reached for the sea-blue slinky dress and slipped it over your head, adjusting the spaghetti straps fully conscious of your ample breasts pushing against the satiny material. Nothing left to the imagination as your nipples protruded; engorged with the movement of it. You shivered slightly, again in anticipation, as your highly sensitive nipples responded to each little move you made. You ran your hands up your upper thighs flattening the little dress out. You had long, shapely legs, and this dress did everything to expose them in all their glory. Your caramel skin was a beautiful contrast to its blue colour and your eyes, wide with desire, blended beautifully against high cheekbones tokat escort and your long curled hair.

With a minimum of make-up, a little foundation, eyeliner and lipstick, as your skin was flawless, you reached for your favorite perfume; J’Adore and dabbed some on your neck, behind your ears, wrists and with a grin, lifted the hem of your dress (it didn’t have to come up much) and gently rubbed more scent into the top of your inner thighs. You were ready…oh yes…you were ready!

You were going to stay with him at his hotel, and in the interests of discretion, opened your lingerie drawer and reached for a pair of black lacey panties and matching bra for later the next day. You didn’t want to be leaking combined bodily fluids down your thighs now. You slipped these, along with a blouse, skirt, your purse, lipstick and toiletries into the Gucci tote bag that you regularly carried.

The door bell rang, and there he was, waiting on the step, dressed casually in open neck plain white shirt, dark blue slacks and light grey jacket. It was his smile that you first noticed: broad and welcoming. He leant forward and you responded giving a gentle but seductive kiss on the lips in greeting. Both tongues protruded slightly and you could smell his aftershave, woody and enticing enter your nostrils. It was like a pheromone and you weakened slightly at the knees, clasping your thighs together feeling a little wetness escape your pussy. You sensed, but did not feel, that he too was instantly aroused.

It did not help matters when he slowly licked your lips and sucked in the bottom one ever so slightly and you felt his hand gently graze across your ass, cupping each cheek almost unnoticeably but nonetheless intentionally. He moved his face back a little and stared straight into your eyes. It was mesmerizing and pleasantly intrusive and you and he gave a little moan in unison. Mutual desire was now matched. You sensed him looking into and capturing that something of your inner self. There was an aura of control, but you weren’t threatened. It was completely unlike other men, whose first glance, which almost immediately turned into a stare, would have been at your cleavage. He hadn’t even looked down. He leant back in towards your ear and whispered slowly ‘Good girl, no panties,’ as he had not felt the give-away panty line when grazing across your lower back and ass a few seconds earlier.

‘I love your willingness; and my darling, you look absolutely ravishing!’ He crooked his arm and you took up the invitation, linking your arm through his as you moved off to the taxi.

Opening the rear door for you, as any gentleman would, you sidled into and across the seat. Immediately you reacted to the cold leather against your bare flesh as your dress could not really cover your ass discreetly in this position. He sat next to you, and cupping your chin, gently moved your head slightly sideways and you noticed the gift wrapped box on the seat. ‘It’s for later my darling,’ was all he said.

You knew from previous discussions that it contained some sex toys which you had said you wanted to experience. Yes… so far he had thought of everything and you gave a little shudder. It would be a night to remember, and hopefully one of many times together.

He leaned in again and gently placing his hands on your thigh, you felt the electricity as his fingertips, smooth and gentle began an ever increasing circular motion. He read your thoughts and said ‘I know, for a guitar player, I have prepared myself for you too: a manicure and using an emery board across the small hardened blisters making them baby smooth. I want to fully explore you in every way, and do it so that you are comfortable.’

‘Oh yes,’ you thought to yourself, ‘every which way…oh fuck.’

You placed your hand on his upper thigh and then mirrored every action that he was applying to you. First clockwise, then counter clockwise, a gentle squeeze and a pushing apart of the legs, higher and higher both hands went, teasing and enticing but never making contact with the spot that was now so demanding for ministration. You sensed, rather than felt his growing erection as he too involuntarily parted his legs wider, inviting you in and up. You did the same, shuffling slightly on the seat, knowing that you were so wet and desperately wanting that touch on your pussy and the stimulation of your clit. The teasing was uniform. You whispered ‘I’m so wet,’ and he replied ‘I’m hard… let’s hope we get out of the taxi and into the restaurant without overly embarrassing ourselves.’ You chuckled back at him, tokat escort bayan stating; ‘You know the best part of this is that we both know what is going to happen, but there is no rush. I love this sensuality.’

‘Yes, me too,’ he responded…’the mind fuck, the best foreplay there is. You have the most beautifully proportioned body, and your tits, my god!’

As if by remote control at his use of the word tits albeit somewhat crude, you felt your nipples harden more and strain against the blue fabric. There was no denying their excitable state. Somehow he had become intertwined with your body and the mere mention of a key word elicited a sexual arousal within you.

Moving from the taxi to the restaurant foyer was a bit of a light-hearted moment as you giggled arm in arm with him. Your normally conservative demeanor even surprised yourself as you quite openly stated, ‘I’m surprised you can’t hear the sloshing between my legs with every step I take!’

‘Between you and me darling,’ he replied, ‘I can!’ and he laughed. ‘I’m sure my cock is going to beat us to the door!’ It was your turn to laugh. There was a great sense of ease and comfortableness between the two: a perfect combination.

On approaching the secluded entrance to the restaurant, the door magically opened and there was a pleasant greeting of ‘ Bon Soire’ from the Maitre ‘D, who could not take his eyes off your voluptuous tits. ‘Madame, Monsieur please, follow me’ and soon the table seating had been done. Going against convention, you wanted to sit beside him rather than opposite, and there was certainly no objection to this. The menu was very selective and clearly one of gastronomic proportions. You thought to yourself, ‘Yes the night was going to be a one of gastronomy: eating and drinking of each other, exploring textures and folds, hard and soft, probing and enticing and finally the forbidden fruit.’ You couldn’t wait!

Pre-dinner drinks of Martini Sour were followed by Bollinger champagne to accompany the Nicoise Salad. Before the mains were served, you leaned your head against his, aware that your strap had fallen down your shoulder and the areole of your left breast was exposed.

No-one could see as you were in a secluded area; and completely uncharacteristic of you, you reached up and pushed his head towards your exposed breast. He responded immediately by giving the areole a gentle lick, but not extending that little bit further to stimulate your nipple which was straining and almost exposed. You moaned in pleasure and let him guide your hand down to your legs where you realized that he wanted you to place it between your thighs. He slowly guided it up, you parted your thighs, and as if by a sixth sense and knowing intimately the shape and feel of your body, he gripped your hand just millimeters from your pussy and slowly drew it back up. He took your fingers and brought them up to his lips and gently sucked on them, giving the tip a bit of a nibble. ‘Later I will suck your juices from your finger tips my darling,’ he whispered. You stuttered a response of ‘Yes.’ The sexual tension was building and building.

The main course of Lemon Dover Sole arrived. You were pleased that he’d remembered you preferred fish. It was accompanied by Pomme de-Terre and a creamy burnt butter sauce with French beans. The dish was light and delightful. Again he took your hand and this time guided it to his own thigh, which you squeezed and pinched, and like him, you did not encase the obvious erection but repeating similar words, you said, ‘Later I will suck your juices too my darling,’ and tracing a finger nail above his waist band you gently scratched upwards to his nipple and circled around the outside, being careful not to touch it directly.

He looked into your eyes again with that same intensity as before and you knew exactly what he was thinking. He said nothing, but you simply stated ‘Yes, I will…anything!’

Strangely, but without reservation you would now give yourself completely to this person. You trusted him implicitly because you knew there was nothing he would do to compromise that trust.

As if on a silent command, you took the table napkin from your lap and rubbing the fine Irish linen against your pussy you brought it up to his face. On the pretense of wiping his lips, you very slowly and seductively said ‘Smell me, taste me now and think about what’s to come,’ and you pushed it against his nose making sure he could feel your moistness. He strained against his trousers and could feel his own pre cum lubricate the tip of his cock.

Like you, escort tokat he was wearing no underwear and like you, would leave a tell tale sign of a wet spot on his trousers. Both you and he were now marked. You squeezed your thighs together and spread them apart, you were moving yourself against nothing but yourself, but it was somehow stimulating as you focused your mind on your core: wet, slick and demanding attention. He knew and just put his finger to your lips in the ‘quiet shush’ gesture and with his other hand, moved it under your ass, but it was not on your bare flesh. He had managed to push what little dress material there was, through first.

Automatically, you raised yourself to give him access and your mind was pleading that he make contact, but he just splayed his fingers: thumb and forefinger on one ass cheek and little finger and ring finger on the other. That left his middle finger free. He applied pressure on his fingers and as you raised yourself just a little bit more, the strength in his fingers spread you apart, middle finger extended and ever so slightly it just tickled, barely touching your asshole before the hand withdrew completely. God you wanted so much to feel his finger there.

‘That’s the dessert,’ you whispered. It was an ambiguous comment, but left nothing to his imagination, as the waiter tabled the crème caramel; a delicious dish that met your sweet tooth needs. The egg custard was velvety smooth and literally slipped down your throat: the analogy not being lost on you. You looked at him as you parted your lips slightly, pushing some custard on the tip of your tongue and protruding it before making an exaggerated swallow. It was playfully decadent. He just said quietly, ‘swallow it all darling, there will be more.’

He asked the waiter for a dessert wine, a Tokay with which to accompany some cheese and biscuits to finish the meal off. You excused yourself to go to the rest room and take a little breather. On your return he said ‘Open it,’ handing you the gift wrapped box which had been on a chair opposite them. You didn’t hesitate. Under different circumstances you would have said ‘No, let’s leave it for later,’ but here and now nothing really mattered other than the moment. It was liberating.

You opened the box on your lap and gasped at the contents. Expecting to see the ‘run of the mill’ vibrator and lube you were surprised. Neatly laid out across a black silk mask was a very fine silver chain. You picked it up and ran it through your fingers. It was quite long and there were three ends, a ‘Y’ shape. On each of the ends were small rubber clamps. You caught your breath in excitement and then lifted the mask out. Underneath were four lengths of thin leather strap. That’s all. It was simple, yet highly provocative and suggestive. You couldn’t wait to leave the restaurant.

The taxi back to his hotel seemed to take forever as the musky odour and wanton sexual need between the both of you seemed to pervade the interior of the cab.

It was a no touch ride at his request other than a gentle nibbling of your ear-lobe and exposed neck, running his tongue gently up and down and pursing your flesh occasionally between his lips, which applied just enough pressure to elicit a small moan from you. You felt yourself secreting and knew that it was now more than just a little moisture, but you had advanced to the next level where it was quite thick and sticky. You were well lubricated and shuffled slightly, again bringing your legs together and apart, up and down, spreading the slickness all around your pussy as much as you could. Oh… how you wanted to cum so much!

Finally arriving at the hotel you proceeded to the lift foyer arm in arm, he holding the small box, you, your Gucci bag. You did not notice anything other than the fact that his room was on the 42nd floor.

As soon as the doors closed, you and he dropped the box and the bag and went into a deep and passionate kiss. It was the first time there was any real hard contact.. Lips, tongues and teeth were roughly used against each other, tongues exploring and saliva swallowed, little erotic bites and the sucking in as far as possible each others’ tongues. He lifted your arms and turned you around so you were facing the mirrored lift wall. You arched your back, crouched a little and pushed your ass out and up. He was hard up against your cheeks and you could feel his erection in the crease.

You pushed and he responded by rubbing up and down. He moved his hands and cupped each of your breasts, giving each nipple a gentle tweak and followed by an insistent pull. Just before the lift arrived he said in a gentle voice to the back of your neck. ‘I’m going to make love to you, I’m going to fuck you and you my darling are going to do the same.’ In a now husky voice you replied ‘Yes…anything…’ There was a tacit agreement where each gave to the other complete trust and control.

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