| Straight: Online Lovers: Diary of a Red Shoe Girl - The First Time (1/5) |
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Bob and I met online about 5 years ago. He was bored in his marriage, as was I, and we were both just looking for a little extracurricular online fun with no strings attached. We met in a chat room one evening, just before Valentine’s Day, and had a little cyber fun. I didn’t think much of it, and I doubt he did either, but a few nights later we found each other online again and began having cyber sex on a fairly regular basis. During this time we also got to know each other on a personal level and exchanged photos. The first time I saw a picture of Bob, I was captivated by his deep sapphire eyes, his enchanting smile and his salt and pepper grey hair. Although Bob was 15 years older than me, we connected right away on a sexual and emotional level that, to this day, remains difficult to put into words. I will spare my readers the details of the ensuing “courtship” that began. Suffice it to say that Bob and I became very close and shared very intimate and personal details with each other about our lives. In essence we became each other’s best friend and not a day would go by where we wouldn’t either talk on the phone or chat, quite often both. We developed very strong feelings for each other, which only served to heighten the sexual chemistry that we already felt between us. I’ll never forget the very first time that we agreed to meet in person. Bob called me one day to tell me that he had arranged to be in town on business the same week that my husband was going away on a guys’ vacation trip. Meeting in person was something that we had both wanted to do since shortly after we had met online, if for no other reason than to see if we were as sexually compatible in person as we appeared to be online and over the phone. At last the day arrived. I paid particular attention to the way that I dressed - a form fitting black skirt, light blue transparent blouse and black lace teddy with garters and stockings underneath. Bob and I had spent countless hours talking about what each of us liked and I had a feeling that this outfit would meet with his approval. My long chocolate brown hair hung down my back in soft curls, my dark brown eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief. After taking one final glance in the mirror, I slipped into my coat, grabbed my overnight bag and drove off to meet him, running late as usual. As I rode up in the elevator, my heart pounded with excitement and nervousness. What was I thinking going to meet a man that I had met over the internet? For all I knew he could turn out to be a murderer or rapist and no one had any idea of what I was doing or where I was going. But the excitement of experiencing another man’s touch was too great a temptation and I could feel the dampness already beginning between my legs. I arrived at his room and stood outside before I knocked. It’s now or never, I thought to myself, and, taking a deep breath, knocked on the door. Bob opened the door |
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great job
