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I’ve always harboured a fantasy to be with a guy who does what you do, someone that has a certain occupation, it’s like rock star groupies who want more from the male lead singer than his voice. I admire men for how they earn their crust, I want the blue-yellow uniformed tradesman with monogrammed name, one particular class, electricians, are my preferred choice. You use your muscles to lay cables, fix wiring and circuit boards as a daytime activity and then you come home to me in the evening, in good physical condition, ready for my beneath-the-sheets demands drip fed to you in constantly changing instalments.
If you possess an aptitude in maths, science, electronics and mechanical drawing I am interested in you but the academic side is only half of it. I am drawn to your other job requirements. Your manual dexterity (fingering ability for clit activity), multi tasking (romantic chatting while screwing), physical fitness (your chest and shoulders will be multipurpose) and you must have an excellent sense of balance – no falling out of bed.
My name is Antoinette and parts of my online profile tell you that I am a sociable, passionate, fit and fun Leo, a brown eyed 5’ 6 college educated articulate brunette with a foreign accent, a ‘challenge’. You will be attracted to my smile, voice, size 14 DD cup full volume breasts, curvy body and outstanding oral ability (your words).
One autumn night in March on Pandenus Beach is where it all begins. A meet and greet. I am excited and nervous at the same time. Will my fantasy match the erotic Australian voice I had been daydreaming about? We had been enjoying a few phone conversations but it was an online connection and we haven’t met in the flesh yet.
Our mutual attraction has led us to see where a relationship might go. Now I am waiting near the wading pool with mixed feelings to see whether you will turn up. I glance up to the star filled sky and reflect on our predominantly sexual conversations so far.
Having confessed to meeting countless online women and indulging in the highly questionable sexual practices with those women that followed, you are the high risk guy I could never bring home to meet mum. Despite my head telling me not to go ahead and start something with you, I will do it anyway. From your photo you don’t look the player type but what would I know about that, I am a good girl at 46, divorced, with no experience of men rough around the edges and I come with a clean sexual resume of safe partners (I won’t mention I’m straight or tell you about my religious upbringing).
“Hi Antoinquette I’m Adam”, you say forcefully stepping into my personal space to embrace me and thereby interrupting my non-platonic thoughts of you. As an afterthought I notice your military-short blonde hair, what’s left, the haunting hazel eyes, Danish high cheek bones, square jaw line and signature tanned and smooth skin, a sun by-product of your Northern Territory upbringing, neatly packaged into a Gemini energy field, ‘pedigree Australian born and bred’ and featuring the classic muscular body no sexually active woman wants to overlook.
You are wearing ripped blue jeans encapsulating a fantastic well-shaped butt I would love to squeeze, a faded pink t-shirt (which later becomes my favourite) barely concealing a good looking chest I am dying to touch and stylish casual shoes. Your smile lights up your face and those hazel honey-pot eyes dig deep into my soul. There are no tattoos or visible piercings on your body, just the way I appreciate the opposite sex, however we won’t mention your marijuana past or current smoking habits will we. Wow you are drop-dead fantastic looking causing my female parts to tingle, I knew this could happen but the intensity shocks me. What would you say if I told you that your close physical presence has just knocked out all the male competition, the 2 other men in my life will soon disappear. You, Mr Mysterious, have just risen to gold medal ranking in sexual attractiveness in 30 seconds flat. I long to touch you and I want to know if you have a hard on yet. Do you feel the same way I do? If only I could ask.
“Hey Adam at long last we meet”, I say as we finally look into each other’s eyes. The undisguised magnetism becomes hard to ignore, the first time I have felt this way about meeting an online man and I have met a few. We casually stroll westwards along the well worn path from Wynnum to Manly. It becomes apparent that you have a quick wit, a polished and versatile mind and you possess a cursory knowledge of just about everything. You talk of all things logical and rational from your telescope to your admiration of Tesla the inventor and all scientific facts from physics to astronomy. It’s not long before my private parts bubble over in sexual hyperactivity, you are an expert at seducing women with your child-like charm and captivating X factor qualities. Mmmmm it’s quite disconcerting but hugely addictive.
Television viewers of the Big Bang Theory know all about the erotic drawing of an intelligent man. All that masculine logic appeals to my erotic insides. I warm to your wide vocabulary of words and I feel a strong desire to walk closer to you, keeping up with your step as you deliver a well rehearsed technically accurate icebreaker speech rivalling anything I’ve experienced at Toastmasters. I am your willing and private audience. I fall in love with your vocal chords and I will later orgasm three times with my fingers to secretly taped recordings of phone conversations we will have in the future that I NEVER tell you about.
I sum you up as a natural public speaker, a brilliant, skilled conversationalist with the ice cream layer of a beautiful body, a killer combination. After letting you dominate the conversation we part ways where our cars are coincidentally parked next to each other. It’s not hard to miss what you’re driving. You see my blood red lips smile as I admire your black Peugeot 407 sports car and sense your appreciation of the European car’s elegance, refinement and style but not as much as I admire your body’s elegance, refinement and style. While describing the car’s technical specifications (it’s no secret that technical talking men get me into bed faster) I feel your sexual energy attack my erogenous zones full force. We hug each other and I inhale your strong masculine scent putting me on a high for the rest of the evening. OOooooo wow what a turn on you are. Soon my eyes are wandering to your crotch and to how many times you may lead me to orgasm. I want to take your clothes off but I need to stop these naughty thoughts of you, there’s more to you than just the physical isn’t there?
After confirming our mutual interest in a follow up date I leave that magical spot and drive home with my mind racing and my body ignited. It’s been ages since any man has excited me this much on the first date. I have always played it safe with men and I don’t do dangerous ones, I am too conservative. This was all about to change.
For weeks afterwards I think about that electrical meeting. Images of your muscular body provide sexual food and I have wet dreams of you and fantasize about your size. The chemistry between us is very strong.
You don’t contact me for a while as you are ‘knee deep’ in study and working towards some higher career qualification and I learn that you are an award winning maintenance planner for a national food processing chain in Brisbane, having switched your electrician status “on the tools” to management over 10 years ago. I am disappointed we haven’t seen each other. Maybe I am not that important.
The next time I see you, you pick me up from my house bringing flowers and chocolates (always appreciated). As for what I am wearing, it’s as little as possible, which has incidentally nothing to do with the sub tropical Queensland weather. It’s an early evening dinner date at a Chinese restaurant and we aim to get to know each other, that’s what you tell me.
After doing the quintessential male thing, paying for dinner, you drive at breakneck speed (it fits your image) to a nearby nature reserve. After parking the pride-and-joy status symbol, your 6’0 frame climbs out and you walk from the driver’s side to the passenger side of the vehicle. Your bad boy eyes gaze passionately into mine. I return the look and watch your eyes look me over and I feel all queasy inside. I blush at the attention and my brown eyes look away to the side for a moment and then I look at you again. We have made it to the second date.
With one hand cupping my chin, your lips touch mine, a foreplay kiss but we go into repeat mode leaving no space for breathing. All in stony silence. After a few minutes pause, you suggest going for a walk. I agree and your hands take mine as we set off into the darkness making the black flying foxes and nocturnal bird calls a movie scene backdrop. You tell you have an acute sense of hearing, like your idol Tesla but you can’t hear how fast my heart is beating. Or can you.
I walk beside you only half appreciating how well your body moves due to the fading light, it’s the tradesman walk and I do enjoy perving at you from behind and I can see you revel in being a sex object. Your fashionably ripped denim 501’s show signs of arousal. On the dimly lit path I glance down at the growing bulge in your jeans and then turn my head away with a smile but I don’t touch you. You watch my body next to you and all we can hear are the flying foxes echo locating in the night time sky.
Myra
- 03.04.2020
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