I made a post a month ago - had a few responses, mostly spam or pro's. This one response from a 43-year-old woman caught my eye, even though it came a few days after my post. She said she was a normal, recently divorced suburban woman struggling to make her way in LA after her husband left her. Wanted to be involved in a kinky lifestyle but terrified of taking those first steps. Well, we enjoyed lots of good banter and --

We finally met last night.

After a bit of back and forth over a couple weeks, mostly us discussing previous successes and failures, and expectations we agreed to finally meet for dinner with a guarantee that we would leave the restaurant separately, that nothing would happen no matter what. No sex, no muff diving, no talking about it, just a totally normal platonic date - the key being absolutely no pressure. That works for me, but... that's not quite what worked out.

We met at La Boheme in West Hollywood. It was busyish and we sat outside where they've converted the parking lot into an outdoor seating area.. Great spot with good food and a really mixed crowd of young, old, families, people having a drink with colleagues after work etc.

At this point, I had not seen her but she had seen me, she'd looked at my LinkedIn profile and knew who I was but I didn't know her, not even her name actually. I don't mind anonymous encounters so nothing seemed out of order about that. For safety, she obviously had to know me.

As I'm sitting there, slightly early, this younger twenty-something woman walked in wearing an "I EAT MEN" T-shirt, black jeans and boots. She was incredibly eye-catching, tall, slim, black curly hair, rock n' roll throwback aesthetic to the 1980's. Piercings and black eye make up. She looked around, briefly glanced and made eye contact and then went and sat with a large group of people already at their table.

I sat, ordered a drink, and after about ten minutes checked my phone and there was no messages on reddit or on my txt app. Well, the drink was good, I ordered another and resigned myself to the fact that I was probably being stood up. After about another ten minutes I sent over a text, describing where I was sitting if she was still going to make it but adding, hey, no pressure and don't feel bad if you can't make it, I totally understand. Which, I did. I travel a lot and restaurants by myself are kinda fun. I always make friends with the staff and other tables anyway.

I ordered an appetizer, ate it, decided I was happy that I walked over so I could order another drink. As I was about to make a quick pitstop in the washroom, my date texted over - "are you really not upset? " "Got cold feet." I assured her everything was cool via text.

I stood up and walked from the outdoor area into the restaurant to go to the bathroom. There was a little line, so I stood waiting. After a few seconds, a beautiful smell wafted over and I glanced up at the rock chick who came and stood right behind me. She smiled, I got instant butterflies, and of course, a bit shy, and lowered my head into my phone. But that smell, incredible. Close up, she was stunning, maybe a bit older than I thought, early 30's. Big blue eyes. and that shirt, I EAT MEN.

Finally, the door opened to a washroom and I headed in. Suddenly behind me, there was a push in my back, and the rocker chick right behind me, closing the door with us inside. I looked up with what I can imagine was the biggest looks of shock in my life.

Before I could say a word, she was unbuckling her belt, pulling down her black jeans. She looked up, and simply said my reddit name. "Expensive-Rub". She grabbed my shoulder and asked me to please get on my knees, we had to be quick so her friends wouldn't be suspicious. At this point, I was still skeptical, until her hand grabbed my shoulder. And then caressed my cheek. "You're so sweet I can't believe it"

She leant in and kissed me on the lips. Then she squirmed and pushed her jeans down below her knees and pushed her hips forward. "please".

What was I going to do... I got on my knees and lifted my chin. Between her skinny hips, a perfectly trimmed mound of black hair. I slipped my hand up her thigh and straight between her legs, where she was wet. I mean, really, really wet. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me and suddenly my tongue was on her clit and she was pulling me so aggressively I hit my teeth on bone. But I didn't stop, and she kept pulling and grinding me into her. Her flesh was so soft on my lips, her wet dripping down my chin. I managed to get an arm around her leg and fingered her from behind.

For what seemed like ten minutes but was probably only two we pushed and pulled and I sucked and licked and finally she slowed and said slow and the moment I did, I felt a little shudder down her legs, and a gasp, and she pushed my head away and grabbed my wrist so my fingers couldn't move.

I looked up and she looked down and then dropped to her knees and we made out. Then she said, "I've got to get back to my table, txt me".

She put herself back together, and slipped out. I locked the door behind. In the mirror I could see my face was wet. I had the hardest dick I've ever had and desperately needed to pee and it took ages to calm down, do my biz and make it back to the table.

This time, I changed chairs at the table so I could look directly at her. As I sat she was engaged in conversation with her friends, as if nothing had happened. But quickly, she made eye contact and held it and beamed a smile at me. She picked up her phone and waived it at me. So much so, that one of her friends noticed and looked over at me.

On my phone was a txt - telling me to have dinner. And to wait for her. So, I did (the lamb pasta!).

Throughout, we kept glancing at each other, she kept laughing with her friends. Eventually dinner finished, I paid. Her party broke up and everyone said good-bye's on the street. I walked past her, she was talking to a friend but she discreetly put out her hand and touched mine as I walked by. I made it to the end of the block and got a txt to stop. A second later her Tesla pulled up and I got in.

She pulled over on the quieter residential street, in the dark, and asked what I wanted. I said 'no pressure' it's all good and she said 'tell me because you can have whatever you want." and I said "please climb on me and fuck me".

She laughed and bent down and ripped off her boots and jeans. And got on top of me as I was fumbling to get my dick out. We made out and she stroked my hard dick and then I had to make her wait as I got a condom out, and then she got on me and unlike the frenzied pace in the washroom, this time she took her time and we laughed and giggled about it, and she apologized for the lies but she had to be sure and then when she was she had to have me then and right there.

It was amazing. Best encounter I've ever had with the sweetest, smartest and funniest person. Totally smitten. We exchanged numbers, and I learned her real name. I got to cum inside her and took a selfie with her and that damned shirt, although it was pulled up at the time. She's texting me telling me that we should spend the weekend together and I'm rearranging all my plans