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Shelly and I had been chatting online for almost two years. We had share a great deal of personal information and shared in each others personal triumphs and tragedies. She lived in Seattle Washington and I was in Oregon in the sleepy hamlet of Lewisburg. Often we had talked about meeting and each of use has passed close but not arranged to meet. My issue was long term relationships are always prone to fail and she was , by her admission , looking for someone closer to home as well.
I have a sailboat, a C-22 swing keel, and had for several years been trailering it north each year for two weeks cruising in the San Juan Islands out of Anacortes, Washington. This particular year I had also decided that, having never been to a major league baseball game, I would stop over in Seattle and catch a Mariners game on the way up. I had booked my hotel and bought my tickets, prepped an provisioned the boat and was leaving the next day.
I was online that evening and Shelly popped up on my YIM for a chat. We talked for a while and I mentioned I was off to cruise the islands and see a ball game.
“Well why don’t you stop by and we could hang out”, she typed. I replied with, “Why don’t I take you to dinner after I get settled in the hotel?”
We set up a tentative time and she gave me her address. I told her I would give her a call when I got to my room and we could plan from there.
The next day after a long drive and several traffic delays in a truck with a big boat I arrived in Seattle to find the rig wouldn’t fit in the underground parking at the hotel, “Great”, I thought, “another delay” so I drove around and found a public long term lot paid for two spaces so the trailer would legally fit and took the truck to the hotel. Showered, shaved, and called Shelly.
I took a cab to her place since the truck was filled with gear and groceries and as we pulled up I recognized her standing on the stoop of the apartments she managed. Her pictures on the web had not done her justice. Her medium length dark blond hair framed her face well, she was wearing a pink sweater, and a short dark blue skirt which showed off her shapely legs made even more shapely open toed medium heeled shoes.
I exited the cab and went around to the sidewalk side to greet and open her door. Her smile was broadened when she saw me and as we already knew as old friends we embraced each other. Her eyes twinkled a bit as she released her embrace and laughing exhaled,” Finally!” Though my smile I replied “good hugs”.
We smiled at each other and then our lips met in a tentative kiss which blossomed into one more passion filled though of short duration. “Yummy kisses” I breathed as our lips parted. Her eyes were still heavy lidded as she smiled softly and the word “Ditto” was breathed back.
Coming to the slow awareness that the Cab driver was sitting there watching us I wisecracked, “Ok I have had dessert, we should probably go find some dinner”. I opened her door for her closed it and went around to sit behind the driver.
“Where to.”, “What’s your pleasure sweet lady?”.
Grinning in reply, “I’ll show you latter, but first why don’t we have a drink first and decide what we want to munch on besides each other.” She gave a address to the cabbie and we found ourselves at the entrance to a local bar in a few blocks.
Once inside we sat at the bar and ordered some drinks. She told me this was one of the places she liked to hang out on weekends that catered to transgendered, gay, and straight customers, and pointed out a door leading to a dance club area in the back of the building. While we were there she introduced me to some of her friends from the bar, and several of them gave her knowing smiles, winks of approval, or delivered double entendre’s regarding our dates final outcome. While we chatted her hand had slid up my leg and her thumb had found a resting place on my cock massaging it to a state of hardness.
My hand had reciprocated by sliding along her smooth thigh to a point just underneath her short skirt until she had scooted her chair closer so that my hand now found her semi-hard cock inside a pair of satin panties. Several times while chatting and flirting we spontaneously kissed which in each case created a reaction in each others cocks to the extent that I wished I had worn underwear to direct my cock somewhere other than down my leg and an obvious tenting had formed beneath her skirt.
After two drinks a piece I asked, “Are you still hungry, or are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?”
“Both, but maybe we should eat first before we go back to my place you are going to need your strength.” Her smile widened and she licked her lips.
“Check please” I said immediately flagging the barman, “and a cab please if you call for us?”
It was a good light meal of sushi, tea and more flirting with her toes constantly making my cock wish to be free of my kakis while I fumbled with my chopsticks.
The drive to her house was a blur of deep kisses and sensual touches ending with us taking the steps by twos to the door and here dragging me down the short hall to here apartment.
More kisses, we smoked a bowl, some white wine which we hardly touched. She excused herself and returned naked but for some lacy lingerie and coming into the room queried, why do you still have those clothes on. She helped me shed them kneeled in front of me and kissed the head of my cock which cased my body to quiver noticeably. The word “sweet” rose from her mouth followed by the sounds of licks, sucks, and more kisses which mingled with my own quick intakes of breath and variations on the sound “mmmmh”. After what seemed like a week in heaven, I pulled her gently up and kissed her deeply holding her in a close caress, our hands seeking other erogenous zones. Slowly I kissed my way down her neck to the shoulders and slowly along her chest where I slid down her lacy bra and licked and sucked on each nipple in turn feeling them become hard on my lips and tongue. Speaking in a soft, sensual whisper she asked if I was disappointed with her real breasts, as she had removed her additional padding from the bra she had worn under here sweater. “My girl juice has made them bigger but they’re still growing.”, she excused, “They are getting bigger all the time now.”
I looked up into her eyes, smiled, and kissed each one in turn. Then slowly made my way down to her panty covered cock kissing it along its covered length the easing it out and into my mouth where it hardened fully. After a bit we again embraced our hardness’s touching and rubbing while we shared a variety of kisses caresses and soft explorations with our fingers and hands.
Eventually we moved to her bedroom for several sessions of slow sensual sex. She coaxed several incredible orgasms from me each one leaving me shaking and gasping as she continued to move either under me or as she straddled over my writhing spent body, her pussy continuing to massage my retracting member. I reciprocated bringing her to orgasm in my mouth, and against my oiled cock.
In the morning we went to breakfast at a café down the street from her place. Over coffee we held hands, and at last I asked why we had never done this before. She looked at me and through her smile she said,” I was in a relationship when we met it was a good one too.” Her smile faded as she said,” Things finally went bad when he met someone else and I have always agreed with you about long distance relationships, they don’t last in the end.”
I nodded in agreement and squeezed her hand, “Do you think this one could work?” My eyes searched hers.
“Let’s have dinner tonight after your ball game and talk about it”, her eyes seemed to grow sad.
We walked back to her place making small talk about where a good dinner place was and after a long kiss and a gentle parting hug I walked the several blocks back to my unused hotel room.
After the Mariners game (live baseball is awesome) I returned to the hotel. A message was waiting when I arrived. It was hand written on a piece of stationary. In it Shelly explained that her old flame was not really totally gone. While I had been shaving that morning he had texted her to apologize and ask to come back. She still loved him. He was a known equation and I was, “All that she could ever want, but not perhaps what she would always need”.
Seattle has some great jazz bars where a man can distract his thoughts, and the taxies are handy when you drink enough to numb out. Sailing was great (as usual) in the San Juan’s that year. The trip home was uneventful.
I have a sailboat, a C-22 swing keel, and had for several years been trailering it north each year for two weeks cruising in the San Juan Islands out of Anacortes, Washington. This particular year I had also decided that, having never been to a major league baseball game, I would stop over in Seattle and catch a Mariners game on the way up. I had booked my hotel and bought my tickets, prepped an provisioned the boat and was leaving the next day.
I was online that evening and Shelly popped up on my YIM for a chat. We talked for a while and I mentioned I was off to cruise the islands and see a ball game.
“Well why don’t you stop by and we could hang out”, she typed. I replied with, “Why don’t I take you to dinner after I get settled in the hotel?”
We set up a tentative time and she gave me her address. I told her I would give her a call when I got to my room and we could plan from there.
The next day after a long drive and several traffic delays in a truck with a big boat I arrived in Seattle to find the rig wouldn’t fit in the underground parking at the hotel, “Great”, I thought, “another delay” so I drove around and found a public long term lot paid for two spaces so the trailer would legally fit and took the truck to the hotel. Showered, shaved, and called Shelly.
I took a cab to her place since the truck was filled with gear and groceries and as we pulled up I recognized her standing on the stoop of the apartments she managed. Her pictures on the web had not done her justice. Her medium length dark blond hair framed her face well, she was wearing a pink sweater, and a short dark blue skirt which showed off her shapely legs made even more shapely open toed medium heeled shoes.
I exited the cab and went around to the sidewalk side to greet and open her door. Her smile was broadened when she saw me and as we already knew as old friends we embraced each other. Her eyes twinkled a bit as she released her embrace and laughing exhaled,” Finally!” Though my smile I replied “good hugs”.
We smiled at each other and then our lips met in a tentative kiss which blossomed into one more passion filled though of short duration. “Yummy kisses” I breathed as our lips parted. Her eyes were still heavy lidded as she smiled softly and the word “Ditto” was breathed back.
Coming to the slow awareness that the Cab driver was sitting there watching us I wisecracked, “Ok I have had dessert, we should probably go find some dinner”. I opened her door for her closed it and went around to sit behind the driver.
“Where to.”, “What’s your pleasure sweet lady?”.
Grinning in reply, “I’ll show you latter, but first why don’t we have a drink first and decide what we want to munch on besides each other.” She gave a address to the cabbie and we found ourselves at the entrance to a local bar in a few blocks.
Once inside we sat at the bar and ordered some drinks. She told me this was one of the places she liked to hang out on weekends that catered to transgendered, gay, and straight customers, and pointed out a door leading to a dance club area in the back of the building. While we were there she introduced me to some of her friends from the bar, and several of them gave her knowing smiles, winks of approval, or delivered double entendre’s regarding our dates final outcome. While we chatted her hand had slid up my leg and her thumb had found a resting place on my cock massaging it to a state of hardness.
My hand had reciprocated by sliding along her smooth thigh to a point just underneath her short skirt until she had scooted her chair closer so that my hand now found her semi-hard cock inside a pair of satin panties. Several times while chatting and flirting we spontaneously kissed which in each case created a reaction in each others cocks to the extent that I wished I had worn underwear to direct my cock somewhere other than down my leg and an obvious tenting had formed beneath her skirt.
After two drinks a piece I asked, “Are you still hungry, or are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?”
“Both, but maybe we should eat first before we go back to my place you are going to need your strength.” Her smile widened and she licked her lips.
“Check please” I said immediately flagging the barman, “and a cab please if you call for us?”
It was a good light meal of sushi, tea and more flirting with her toes constantly making my cock wish to be free of my kakis while I fumbled with my chopsticks.
The drive to her house was a blur of deep kisses and sensual touches ending with us taking the steps by twos to the door and here dragging me down the short hall to here apartment.
More kisses, we smoked a bowl, some white wine which we hardly touched. She excused herself and returned naked but for some lacy lingerie and coming into the room queried, why do you still have those clothes on. She helped me shed them kneeled in front of me and kissed the head of my cock which cased my body to quiver noticeably. The word “sweet” rose from her mouth followed by the sounds of licks, sucks, and more kisses which mingled with my own quick intakes of breath and variations on the sound “mmmmh”. After what seemed like a week in heaven, I pulled her gently up and kissed her deeply holding her in a close caress, our hands seeking other erogenous zones. Slowly I kissed my way down her neck to the shoulders and slowly along her chest where I slid down her lacy bra and licked and sucked on each nipple in turn feeling them become hard on my lips and tongue. Speaking in a soft, sensual whisper she asked if I was disappointed with her real breasts, as she had removed her additional padding from the bra she had worn under here sweater. “My girl juice has made them bigger but they’re still growing.”, she excused, “They are getting bigger all the time now.”
I looked up into her eyes, smiled, and kissed each one in turn. Then slowly made my way down to her panty covered cock kissing it along its covered length the easing it out and into my mouth where it hardened fully. After a bit we again embraced our hardness’s touching and rubbing while we shared a variety of kisses caresses and soft explorations with our fingers and hands.
Eventually we moved to her bedroom for several sessions of slow sensual sex. She coaxed several incredible orgasms from me each one leaving me shaking and gasping as she continued to move either under me or as she straddled over my writhing spent body, her pussy continuing to massage my retracting member. I reciprocated bringing her to orgasm in my mouth, and against my oiled cock.
In the morning we went to breakfast at a café down the street from her place. Over coffee we held hands, and at last I asked why we had never done this before. She looked at me and through her smile she said,” I was in a relationship when we met it was a good one too.” Her smile faded as she said,” Things finally went bad when he met someone else and I have always agreed with you about long distance relationships, they don’t last in the end.”
I nodded in agreement and squeezed her hand, “Do you think this one could work?” My eyes searched hers.
“Let’s have dinner tonight after your ball game and talk about it”, her eyes seemed to grow sad.
We walked back to her place making small talk about where a good dinner place was and after a long kiss and a gentle parting hug I walked the several blocks back to my unused hotel room.
After the Mariners game (live baseball is awesome) I returned to the hotel. A message was waiting when I arrived. It was hand written on a piece of stationary. In it Shelly explained that her old flame was not really totally gone. While I had been shaving that morning he had texted her to apologize and ask to come back. She still loved him. He was a known equation and I was, “All that she could ever want, but not perhaps what she would always need”.
Seattle has some great jazz bars where a man can distract his thoughts, and the taxies are handy when you drink enough to numb out. Sailing was great (as usual) in the San Juan’s that year. The trip home was uneventful.
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