She plays in her head as she walks into a classy bar at a local hotel. After all they had only been talking online for a week. She dressed up in a sexy dress. It was short, black, and she knows she can turn heads. As she looked through the dresses she debated on whether it should be sexy or more conservative. Their talks started out innocent enough and within a couple of days the conversation grew increasingly salacious. She left her long brown hair down, pulling it away from her forehead. She applied make up lightly so she wouldn’t seem overly desperate or he got the wrong impression. She wanted the interlude badly. Her bedroom froze years ago and has been dead ever since. She is after all 36, in her full sexual years of life and ready to find a friend with amazing benefits. She chose some high heels that showed her athletic legs. And as an added bonus to feel sultry, she removed her underwear. Being that her husband of 13 years is working late…again she is able to take a bag with all her necessary items should she need it. She drives to the bar which is a short drive for her. The bar is in an upscale hotel. As she gets out of the car she looks herself over one last time and heads to the bar area. Her body is on fire from nervous anticipation. She has never done this before, but the idea of meeting her new friend for a drink, some flirting, and who knows what else. As she enters the bar she pans the small group of people. In the corner a tall, fit man stands up and smiles. Her skin is immediately flooded with goosebumps. He walks to her, says hello, and kisses her gently on the cheek. They walk back to his table, order drinks and soon start to relax in person as they chat and drink their beverage orders. Being in person is a bit awkward, but the comfort they found on the phone and over text helped to rapidly melt any awkward tension. Their eyes were affixed to one another. Her mind swimming in thoughts. “This shouldn’t be happening, he smells great, and I hope he finds me attractive” flooded through her thoughts. He smiled at her to ease her light unease. Knowing she was starting to feel at ease her date slides his hand to hers and holds hers. Her body tingled with erotic energy wanting to feel more. The conversation slips into the erotic realm. He asks her about what she likes, doesn’t like, turn ons, turn offs, and if she has a “safe word”. She had read the 50 Shades series and was not a prude. That question hung in the air as she caught her breath. “Is this really going to happen?” Ran across her mind over and over. Without much delay she looks at him wryly smiling, “peaches”, she states with a wicked grin. Then turns the table, “What’s your safe word?” The gentleman was not quite prepared for her boldness. He looked surprised and also impressed. “Macanudo,” he stated with a bold recant to not seemed off guard. “Perfect!” She said winking slyly his way. If he was turned on before he became far more ready to move to her physical touch after this exchange. With a slow breath he took a sip from his bourbon.