I've been a long time Reddit lurker (mostly to enjoy others' sexy stories, pics, and videos), but I am a very infrequent poster. To be honest, I kinda suck at knowing which subs require flair or hashtags or whatnot, too, so there's that.

A couple weeks ago, I posted a couple times to make the points that I enjoy writing erotica and sexting, I also dropped a not-quite-showing-it-all kind of pic, and wondered what kind of responses I might get. I didn't really know what might come of it, but I got a couple public comments and some private messages, so my post was generally a success. It took a little sleuthing to figure out which of the messages were the guys so I could ignore them, but there were a couple positive messages from women, too. One woman (I'll call her "A") really seemed to enjoy sharing the written word and we hit it off in DMs.

Turns out, she's more than a decade younger than I am, also married and not wanting to change that (like me), also not getting her needs met in the bedroom at home anymore (like me), and in the Denver area (like me), so we had a lot of commonalities in our situations. As the conversation turned sexual, she really enjoyed the idea of being polite and respected when we're out in public, but also knowing how I like to take control behind closed doors. She was telling me about how wet she was getting as I described my preference to take my time to undress and explore a woman's body, slowly stripping her down before eating her out, allowing me to look up between her breasts to watch as she came for me. She really seemed to enjoy the idea of a man enjoying her body again, but also aching to feel the satisfaction of knowing she can still make a man cum, too.

And then the chat changed from text to pictures and I could see she was going to be a lot shorter than me, trim with all the right curves that a woman should have. I'm entirely a breast man, so I loved seeing her DD breasts and she has a great ass, too, so we just had to meet. As these plans to meet were coming together, her submissive nature began to show a bit more, too. She would send me pictures as she got up in the morning, showing me the tshirt and panties that she wore to bed, and then a topless picture as she stripped off her tshirt, and another picture totally naked as she bent over and stripped off her panties, another picture from the shower, and even more pictures as she got dressed, one layer at a time. I told her how hot it was to have this "private knowledge" about her, knowing that everyone gets to see her fully dressed, but only the two of us know about her body under that.

I almost blew my chance over the weekend, eagerly trying to find a time when our schedules would mesh, when she could get away from home, and all that. We ended up meeting in public at first when she was "out with the girls" for a bit and I finally got my hands on her in the parking lot. Those tits are to die for and she would moan for me each time I slide my hand down her v-neck to cup one of them, letting her nipple poke into my palm as I reveled in the "way more than a handful" feeling. Her soft kisses and moans told me she wanted more and I was able to unzip her pants to slide my hand down under her panties to feel how ready her body was for me. I couldn't see much in the cramped passenger compartment with her pants merely unzipped, but I could tell she had a nicely trimmed bush and she would gasp with arousal any time I gently slid a finger up along her dripping lips, or used it to circle her clit. An old girlfriend loved the feeling of the heel of my hand on her public bone when I would finger her and A is exactly like that, too. After our date, she sent me pictures of her own toothmarks on her hand from when she came for me there in the car, shaking, squealing, and gasping in orgasm, biting her own hand, trying keep from screaming as I pressed on her bone and massaged her clit throughout her orgasm.

Still in the parking lot after she caught her breath, I pushed my luck and unzipped, pulling my erection from my jeans and guiding her head down over me. She obediently opened up and took me into her mouth, returning the favor of servicing me, but I didn't want to cum just yet. On one hand, for selfish reasons because I know how much I can cum and I didn't really want to surprise her with that and maybe end up with jizz all over my car and jeans if she doesn't know to stay down and swallow it all. On the other hand, I know she's been neglected for years by her husband and despite trying to stay faithful, she just needs a man to focus on her pleasure for a while. I eventually dropped her back off after smearing her lipstick and making her cum, but she was eagerly texting me that she wanted more privacy and orgasms for each of us in our next date. Who am I to turn down that offer? ;)

For a handful of personal reasons, neither of us wanted to host our first fuckathon at our homes, so I got us a hotel a few days later. Just as I was finished at the checkin desk and turning away to find the elevators, she walked in and we two "strangers" made our way up to our floor (with only a little groping and making out in the elevator on the way up.) She was a natural submissive for me once the door closed behind us. I took my time turning her to face the wall with her hands pressed against it, peeling off her coat and brushing her hair away so I could kiss my way up her neck. It wasn't long before I was running my hands up under her sweater, tracing the cups of her bra, and whispering how good she felt in my hands.

As each layer of her clothes came off, one after the other, she obediently returned her hands to the wall, visibly relaxing as she felt how intensely focused I was on her pleasure. When she was down to just her bra and panties, I unzipped behind her, letting her feel how hard this experience was making me, and reminding her of what's in store for her as our date went on. Once her bra hit the floor and I finally had unfettered access to her breasts again, I could cup and heft her breasts, reveling in the sound of her moans and whimpers, begging for more.

She was only wearing panties when I laid her back on the bed, leaving her knees over the edge so I could kneel between them. I had previously told her that I just LOVE going down on a woman and she told me that even when she and her husband were still sexually active, that's something he never cared to do, and even earlier boyfriends hadn't been very good at it. By the time I was kissing back and forth between her thighs, letting my cheek brush against her panty-covered mound, she was already aching and squirming for more. I admit it might have been a bit unfair for me to combine the firm pressure I knew she liked on her pubic bone with the sensation of pulling her panties aside to expose her freshly-shaved slit, but I really wanted to blow her mind with both the pressure on her mound and the feeling of my tongue sliding up between her lips to wrap around her clit.

Her first orgasm washed over her just like that, her legs on my shoulders, my tongue lapping up along her sensitive little nub, my chin pressed into her wetness, as I held her panties aside, pressing on her mound and looking up between her gorgeous tits. I had planned to give her more oral attention, but hearing this sexy little minx begging me to fuck her was just too much. I am, after all, mortal, so I peeled off her panties, shed the last few stitches I still had on, and mounted her there in the hotel bed.

Her body was already primed for me, but her neglect was showing in the way she gripped my cock with her pussy. That is such a sexy feeling for me, to feel a woman's body giving way to the fullness of my erection, my swollen head pushing in deeper and deeper as her body makes way for my needs. It wasn't long before I was pushed in all the way to the hilt, and her body was alive, quivering all around me. She was pushing her hips up against me, enjoying feeling the weight and warmth of a throbbing cock again as I began driving myself home inside of her. That was so sexy for me as she came again, losing her English skills for a moment and resorting to her mother tongue, as her body naturally closed and gripped my shaft, naturally trying to milk the cum from my balls, but I still wanted to hold off and enjoy her a bit more.

We enjoyed those couple hours in a variety of positions. She was on her knees for a bit, bent over and offering her pussy to me. She spent some time on her side so I could straddle her lower leg, holding onto her hip for extra leverage, and drive myself in as deep and hard as I wanted, just to watch her breasts bounce with the impact of our bodies. At some point, I laid back and pulled her up over me, and she instinctively knew to come up to squat on her heels, taking me into her pussy at her own pace, and I almost lost it. Those gorgeous breasts bare and exposed to my hands, as I watched as she impaled herself on me, and the grip of her pussy after her third or fourth orgasm was almost too much for me. I will absolutely want to cum inside her like that on our next date, but at this. point, I just wanted her mouth.

And that's how she finished me off, kneeling on the bed between my legs and bobbing her mouth up and down along my shaft, stroking me at the same time. I don't think I told her before this (but I'm betting she'll read this before long since she asked me to post my thoughts on our encounter) but it's a really sexy feeling to have the fullness of a woman's breasts brushing my thighs as I feel her mouth opening around me and A did not disappoint in that sensation. I had told her previously that I wanted her to watch my first orgasm so she'd know what all was in store for her in the future, so as much as I would have wanted to cum inside of her, or let her stay down and swallow, she obediently pulled her mouth off of me when I told her I was getting close. I ended up making quite the mess, splattering my load along my stomach and thigh, even getting a couple shots on her tits, when she jerked me off like that.

After spooning together for a while afterward, letting my fingertips trace along her hip and side, kissing up along her neck again, and talking about what we each enjoyed and what we wanted more or less of in future dates, the conversation drifted to talking about the rest of the day ahead of us as we got up and cleaned up, dressing and kissing some more, before heading out to the elevator and back down to reality. I walked her to her car and she drove off, texting me about a few more things she wanted to try in our next date.

We've texted a lot more in the last few days, making sure she's okay combining her home life with hubby and her private sexual outlet with me. We're making plans for another date next week where we hope to fulfill each others fantasies some more. This is turning out to be a very promising Reddit experience for us!