The night immediately after we setup our profiles & started receiving messages, we went through and began the process of trying to find someone who’d be fun for a first. Someone easy who maybe was as new to this as we were. 

We ended up finding two men who were opposites. One was our age & the other a 50+ yr old with a cute face & nice body who I’ve lovingly named Mr. Martini. We setup a date first with the younger of the two (Mr. #1) for that weekend & Mr. Martini for the following weekend. Both were seemingly as green to this as we were so the hope that both meetings would be easy and relatively awkwardness free for everyone involved was high.

During the week leading up to our date with Mr. #1, I continued to talk to Mr. Martini. And being the cautious man that he is, Mr. Martini had expressed his state of disbelief over me taking serious, sexual interest in him. I don’t know a damn thing about his relationships before, but I can spot someone with low self-esteem from a mile away and this guy most definitely thought I was going to steal his kidneys the following weekend if he took the chance & went to meet up with us. In the age of Catfish the TV show, I don’t blame him for thinking me a fake or even sending me a message stating as much.

I cackled & showed X his messages of doubt. He snatched the phone & started furiously typing away as I milled around the bedroom, tipsy & still giggling over men thinking I’ve stolen another woman’s photos to try and seduce them into some form of harm or danger. Before I knew it X had set a date to meet up a little sooner than expected. That night, in 15 minutes at a local gas station parking lot. For a show-and-tell so to speak.

Classy.

I stood in complete shock at the events that had taken place while I’d been laughing to myself & rushed to staple on something that resembled a human face/outfit. We snuck out the side door, giggling like teenagers sneaking out in the middle of the night and drove down to the meeting spot.

My stomach sloshed full of beer and knots of anxiety as we cruised around, looking for the make and model that Mr. Martini had said would be waiting for us in his texts. Before I knew it, there he was. Sitting, waiting, looking like a puppy who’s owner had left him to guard the car as they ran inside to grab snacks.

We pulled up to his car & I shot him a big smile as I said hi. X looked at me to see if I was comfortable being left alone, assumed from my sunny disposition I was then silently moved to go inside the gas station to grab his snacks & leave us to get to know each other better.

In the short time X was inside, grabbing stuff to nibble on for the rest of the night, I made small talk and gave our new friend little peeks, flashing my pussy from the passenger side door of our car.

X smugly strolled back, taquitos in hand & in picking his next words, plucked a fantasy right out of my head.

“Why don’t you get inside his car, get to know each other a little better. Let him know you’re real.“

I grinned & quickly hopped out of our vehicle & into his.

Mr. Martini was frozen. The first words he could manage to get out were about how I smelled so good. I took his hand and gently moved it to my leg. He kept it there. We made more small talk as I guided his hand up my thigh and to my pussy lips. In the yellow light from the lamps outside, he looked like he was on the verge of tears or cumming, it’s always hard to tell which.

“This is like something from Penthouse forum.” he muttered, still in a state of shock and awe.

“Yeah, I know. Or Playboy, right?” I grinned as I held his hand in place, in total shock he hadn’t even tried to slip a finger in yet. 

“Right!” he turned and grinned at me. 

I re-confirmed our date for the following weekend, hopped out of his car and made my way back to ours.

“Why don’t you give him a little kiss goodbye, it’s only polite?” I heard X call from the driver side.

I had zero problems with that and quickly walked back over, leaned into him and grabbed his head in my hands, pushing my mouth into his. A quick moment later and everyone involved seemed to not only agree I was in fact who I said I was, but that fucking at a later date was most certainly going to happen.

Dazed and drunk with whatever power I could grasp from the ego inflation I’d just received, I climbed back into our vehicle & closed the door…grabbing a fuckin’ wasp in the process. All the energy and vibes I’d just drained out of that interaction quickly amplified with the unexpected (and bizarrely timed) stinging pain in between my fingers as I flicked the little yellow and black demon off my palm and away from the car.

I rode back home in a hazy cloud of lust and we very quickly got down to fucking the hell out of each other once we got inside before we collapsed into a pile of snacks & sleep for the night.

With the first blush out of the way, I was armed with the brand new knowledge that I not only liked this, after experiencing it, I loved it. I wanted more, I wanted to take it further & I knew now more than ever I could never go back to what we were doing before.

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