I read the text and wrote her a message.
I spent some time on the message. A little humour, some blatant flattery, a little more humour, a bit about me and what I was looking for, a bit about how I thought that these points matched her desires, a little more humour, a final note on alternative modes of communication, then spell checker and grammar checker and finally - heart in mouth – I hit the send button.
The following day she had looked at my profile and looked at one of my pictures but no message.
Bugger.
Well never mind, chalk it up to experience.
I guess that she didn’t think that we were that good a match.
The following day I noticed that she had looked at my profile again and at another picture that I had on the site. Still no message.
On the third day she not only looked at my profile again but this time she sent me a message. It was full of humour and gentle encouragement. She said that at first she didn’t think that I was for real but then she had revisited my profile, read a couple of my stories and decided that I would be an interesting imaginary friend.
I wrote back and over the next few days we exchanged messages, then e.mails, then texts. Some were just friendly, some more suggestive and flirty but none were downright rude.
Face pictures were swapped ( she was delightfully pretty ) and to my delight the messages continued (she didn’t run away screaming. I win).
After a couple of weeks I suggested meeting up for a face to face social. We decided on a mid week pub lunch at a countryside pub about half way between our homes.
“Should there be any ground rules?” I asked
“Why should there be ground rules for a social meeting?”
“Because I don’t want you to feel threatened or pressured. I don’t want you to feel that I might drag you into some bushes against your will and have my wicked way with you”
“What if I were to drag you into the bushes and have my wicked way with you?” she asked.
I had to think about that for a moment. Quite a long moment in fact.
“I don’t think that that would happen. For a start you weigh about 125lB soaked and I am about 205 in just my socks, and for a second you are civilised and respectable whereas I am merely a man”.
“Do my black-belts in Aikido and ju-jitsu not count for anything?”
Her being about 5’4” tall, short blond hair and a cute face at the mention of blackbelts I started to have thoughts of Lt Karin Murphy from Jim Butchers Dresden Files books, a mental image that caused a few more moments of distraction.
“If you have studied martial arts then you will be good with the self discipline, respect and control so I don’t think that that will happen.”
“What rules would you like then?”
“How about kisses are allowed but no touching except through clothing particularly as you have already expressed your desire to squeeze my bum so hard that I will yelp”?
“Sounds dull but if it makes you happy”.
“I cannot say that it would make me happy but I need to know that you are comfortable and that your husband is not uncomfortable either”
“His rules are that I am to have fun and tell him all about it when I get home but he does appreciate you thinking about his feelings”
“I will see you on Wednesday then”
I pulled into the car-park of the pub a few minutes early. It was a fantastic mid September morning with no wind, hardly any cloud and a blazing hot sun. At the side of the car park was a sign pointing along a footpath that was marked The Folly. Possibly something interesting to look at later and walk off some of my lunch.
A car pulled in next to mine and she got out. She was wearing a creamy white summer dress, ankle socks and trainers, very little makeup and looked fantastic.
“Your pictures do not do you any justice at all! You look amazing! May I just stand here and drool for a moment?”
“You are an abject flatterer and a liar to boot” she smiled “ but such a complement allows me use of the rules” at which she turned her head to me and reached up to give me a kiss. As she did so she reached around behind me and gave one of my buttocks a firm squeeze. Not quite hard enough to make me yelp but not far from it.
“I approve of a man in tight jeans that fit round his backside properly”.
Oh yes. Tight jeans, long hair, I am indeed a rock tart straight from the ‘80s.
“Shall we go inside now that you have curtailed my drooling?”
Lunch was fabulous. I know that the food was great but the company was much much better. When I went to the bar I turned back to see her looking at my figure in a blatantly appraising manner and when she left the table I watched her, drinking in every movement.
We talked, we flirted, we enjoyed ourselves and each other but eventually time caught up with us and we had to leave.
As I paid the bill I asked the landlord about the Folly.
“Some ruined tower that someone built years ago” he said. “Follow the path about a mile and a half over the fields, Takes you through the back of the wood and it is on a small hill in front of you”
“Could I leave the car in the car park while I take a look”?
“ Be my guest”
I went back to the table to so that we could leave.
“What was that you were asking about?”
“ There is a folly down the path off the back of the car park. I thought that it might be worth an explore if you are up for it”
“ That could be nice. I like exploring”
We set off along the path across the field at a sedate stroll. I offered her my arm which she took pressing herself against my side. I could feel her warmth against me and could smell her hair. All in all it was a very good feeling.
We talked about everything and nothing, drifting into the suggestive and smutty and back.
Eventually we reached a fence with a ladder style over it.
“After you” I said gesturing her forward.
“A bit of a gentleman aren't you ?” she said as she started to climb.
“Good Lord no. I am hoping that I’ll get a glimpse up your skirt as you get to the top”
She stopped with one foot on the top rung and looked back over her shoulder at my perfectly innocent expression and then reached behind her she briefly flicked the hem of her skirt up presenting me with a delicious view of her shapely bottom and tight white briefs. Then she was over the style and climbing down the other side.
“Honesty has its rewards” she smirked as she stepped down.
“I feel duly rewarded” I replied as I climbed over the style.
“I feel your backside” she said squeezing both of my buttocks as I climbed down.
“Incorrigible woman”
“A bit of encouragement goes a long way”
She looped her arms through mine and we continued along the path though after a few yards she disengaged one hand and slipped it into one of my back pockets.
“Cheeky”
“Yes. Its quite firm isn’t it. How much of that is due to the jeans?”
“You will just have to wait to find out”.
“I hate wait” she muttered in a bad Spanish accent.
“Princess Bride Quotes”?
“Best film ever!”
“It has pirates, fencing, revenge..”
We spent the next few minutes swapping quotes from what appeared to be one of both our favourite films which was probably a good thing as I was starting to feel more than just a little warm under the collar and elsewhere with her hand in my back pocket.
We approached the wood where the path went through a gate in a wall.
“Ah, a few more steps and we’ll be safe in the fireswamp”
She darted on ahead through the gate.
“Kissing gate” she said “You have to pay the toll”.
I happily obliged, our lips met over the gate and we kissed for a while. Tongues darting across teeth, flicking at each others lips.
She finally let me through the gate though we stood for a while on the other side, arms round each other bodies pressed together, my hands on her lower back holding her close.
Eventually we pulled apart though maybe pushed apart would have been a better description as my jeans were becoming very tight.
“Hmm” she sighed looking down “if that’s the reaction from just a kiss what on earth are you going to be like once I get you naked in the bedroom”
I slid and arm around her waist and draped my hand on her hip, she did much the same though her hand kept straying over my backside as we continued to stroll.
Eventually ( as we kept on stopping and kissing ) we emerged from the woods back into the sunlight and there in front of us was a ruined tower.
For those of you who don’t know these things a Folly is a building, usually built as a ruin, set in some picturesque part of a rich persons estate as a talking point . This one was built on a small hill that was probably not natural, had a large tumbled down gap at one side, huge arched windows that had probably never seen glass and re-enforcing buttresses positioned around it. Apart from the woods to the north it was surrounded by fields.
I offered her a supporting hand as we climbed the slope.
“ Are you sure that I couldn’t give you a hand getting up”? She asked.
“I think that I can manage”.
“Full of yourself aren’t you”?
“And you wouldn’t like to be”?
“Hell yes but your rules wont allow it”.
We entered the base of the tower through the gap.
She moved to the window and putting her hands on the sill she bent forwards and looked out as I watched her.
“Its a heck of a view”
“I couldn’t agree more”
She straightened her legs, arched her back and wriggled her backside at me. I stepped up behind her, put a hand on her hip and leaned forwards. She pressed her cheeks against my groin and wriggled some more.
After a few moments my already tight jeans felt very much tighter and I felt a moment of blood loss to my brain.
I put both hands on her hips and held her against me, then before I could loose my somewhat strained self control I stepped back.
“Shall we look around outside”?
We moved back outside and wandered around the tower until we reached the south west side. I put my hand onto the buttress. It was beautifully warm from the sun. I turned and leaned back against it.
“This is deliciously toasty”.
“Aren’t you going to share”?
“I think that you are pretty damn hot already”
“You are good with the flattery aren’t you”?
“You are stunning and good looking and deserve to be flattered”.
“Comments like that should be encouraged and rewarded” she said and putting her hands around my neck she straddled my thighs.
I put my hands around her buttocks and, as I pressed her crotch against my strained denim, we kissed some more, taking our time, savouring each others lips and tongues.
After a while she leaned back and settled herself down my thighs.
“I would love to unbutton your shirt and slip my hands inside to run them over your chest” she said stoking her hands over my chest “ but that would break your precious rules. So instead I want to know what I can do without breaking them”.
She stroked her hands lower and lower on my chest and belly until she reached my belt. She carefully undid the buckle and then the button on my jeans. Then slowly she unzipped my fly and peeled the denim back to expose the black fabric of my briefs. Her hands slid over my engorged member, one moving further down to caress my balls.
She leaned forwards and we kissed some more.
I lifted her a little and slipped a hand beneath her dress so as to squeeze her buttock through the thin, taught fabric of her briefs. Then I slid my fingers between her legs, massaging her through the damp fabric of her gusset.
She moaned quietly which has to be one of the most erotic sounds on the planet.
I moved my other hand around the front of her dress and slipped it down until I could feel her clitoris beneath my fingers.
The movement of her hands became somewhat less cohesive and she pressed her face into my shoulder.
She muttered something under her breath writhing against my fingers. She reached up and put a hand around the back of my neck, whimpered, then groaned as her body tensed up against me.
After a few moments I stopped moving my fingers and just held her there. She started to relax.
“Are you OK”?
“Mmm yes” and then “I like not breaking the rules so far”
“I have an idea”
I wriggled down the buttress until my legs were bent but braced. I then picked her up, turned her around and sat her astride my lap, her buttocks pressed against me and I moved my hands to fondle her breasts through her dress. I then carefully started to undo the buttons down the front of her dress allowing the fabric to part and expose her flesh, the restraining white lace cups of her bra and her tight white briefs.
Again I started to cup her breasts, to stroke my thumbs across her nipples, to pinch them gently through the lace as they became erect beneath my touch.
She purred with pleasure at both my touch and the sun on her bare flesh, arching her back and rubbing the side of her head into my neck.
I moved a hand down between her legs and started to caress her clitoris once more through the thin fabric. Moving to rub my cock against her cheeks, playing with her breast still and rubbing her clit. Still high from her previous orgasm she quickly started to moan.
I continued to squeeze and stroke, she whimpered and moaned,
I turned my head and kissed her mouth until she pulled away.
“Oh fuck yes”! She wailed.
Her body tensed against me, she shook against my body as I continued to work my fingers against the sodden material.
Again she wailed “Fuh uh uh uck yes god yes”!
She grabbed my hands in hers to make me stop.
I wrapped my arms around her and held her trembling body close against mine.
She calmed down a little and looked at me with eyes glazed.
“I was not expecting that to be so intense” she said in a slightly far away voice “but I feel like I am neglecting you”.
“Nonsense. I am just thinking of other ways to not break the rules”
“Such as”
I stood her up and slipped out from behind her. I dropped to my knees in front of her and started to peel her knickers down over her thighs, and down to her ankles.
“Step” I said.
She stepped one foot and the the other out of her underwear
“I am sure that this is breaking the rules you know”
I pushed he back gently against the stonework and lifted one of her legs over my shoulder. I glanced up at her and said “kissing your lips” before pressing my face forwards and licking the entire length of her pussy. She lifted her other thigh over my other shoulder and settled herself back against the still warm stone.
I kissed and lapped a her clitoris before moving down to her lips. I moved my tongue inside her pushing deeper into her working out and then all around her lips and then back up to her clit.
I felt her fingers in my hair and continued to lick as she pulled my head against herself.
I kissed and lapped back between her lips as her thighs clamped tightly around my head and she thrust her crotch against my tongue. Again and again she pulled my head forward. Again and again my tongue slid inside her, I drank her flooding juices, licking between her lips, pinching her flesh between my lips and then back up to her clit with my tongue until she pulled my head away.
“No more. Please No more”!
“Are you sure”?
“No! Yes! No! Just a moment”!
Her leg slipped from my shoulder and I caught her.
I sat on the grass leaning against the buttress and held her in my lap until she had calmed down.
“Thank you for that” she said and slid her hand into my still open jeans.
“Now I can do the same for you but help me take these off first”
She reached down and undid the laces on my trainers and then pulled them of my feet.
“I do not want to see you with just your socks on” and they were removed with haste.
I lifted my hips as she tugged my jeans down my legs and added them to the pile beside her.
She undid the buttons on my shirt opening it so that she could see my chest and then slipped her fingers into the waistband of my briefs and as I lifted my hips once again she pulled them down.
She held the cotton in her hand and wrapped her hand around my shaft moving the soft skin up and down over firmer flesh inside. The she dropped her head and kissed the glistening tip, flicked her tongue over it and then parted her lips and took a goodly amount into her mouth and sucked noisily.
She moved her head up and down over the end of my cock, masturbating the lower part of my shaft with her fabric wrapped hand.
Her hand.
Her mouth.
Working together.
Her timing exquisite.
I could feel the tension mounting. I could feel the sap rising.
And she stopped.
She looked up at me with sparkling eyes and said “Touching only through clothing yes”
“That is what we said”
“So if I could clothe this beautiful thing then I could touch it some more”
“Well Yes”!
“Brilliant”!
She pounced on a condom that had fallen from my jeans pocket (yes I knew the rules but just in case of emergencies)
She tore open the packet and “clothed” me. She wrapped her hands around me and stroked it up and down.
“Lie back”
I lay back and watched as she squatted over me and, guiding me to her lips, lowered her self onto my jutting member.
Being careful not to let naked flesh touch naked flesh she rode up and down above me.
She wobbled and I reached up to her lace clad breasts to keep her stable.
Up and down she moved on me. She dropped her hand to her lips, stroking me as I withdrew and re-entered her. Then she lifted her hand and started to masturbate herself over my shaft.
This time when I felt the tension start to rise I knew that there was no holding back.
This time as I felt the sap start to rise I knew that I was going to come.
I heard her whisper “ Yes God Now”! And I knew that she was starting to orgasm once again.
It was the final straw.
I grabbed her hips through the loose cloth of her dress and with a final thrust I felt like I exploded within her.
Each spurt felt incredible.
Every last drop that she drew from me felt wonderful.
I dropped back to watch her subsiding from her own orgasm.
She lifted herself off me, reached down and removed the rubber and slid her mouth over my still firm member.
Her tongue moved all around my shaft, licking it clean, sucking the last of my semen from the tip before looking into my eyes and licking her lips.
We sat for a while and then stood and dressed.
We returned to the path and made our way back to the car-park, slowly due to more kissing beaks.
She got into her car, Started the engine and wound down the window.
“That was fun but when we meet up again I will chose the rules”.
“That means that you will have the time to work out how to get what you want without breaking them”.
“Oh Hell Yes”! She laughed.
“As you wish” I said as she drove away.
As ever this work of fiction has its foundation in events and places, all drawn together and glued together with a heap of imagination. A certain amount of airbrushing may have been applied to my description of myself but any lady that I have met (or could possibly meet) that thinks that they might see themselves in this story - you really are that stunning . Any names have been changed to protect the guilty (usually me). It isn't my best but any feedback that you would care to leave me on this story (and any of my others )would be gratefully received.
