I sat there nervously, playing with my pint as the allotted hour approached. I’d arranged to meet Yvonne at the Scarborough Taps, because of its proximity to Leeds train station. And then she walked in a denim dress, press studs for fastening. Easy access, I cheekily thought.

Introductions over, I went and got drinks, and we got to chatting. There was that nervous tension you get on the first meeting, especially when the meet has the potential to end up in bed for some no-strings, filthy fun. Yvonne worked in IT. She was single, middle-aged and bored with her job and life. That’s why she hung out on swinger sites looking for game partners to spice up her social life. Me, I was still very green around the swinging gills, and maybe it showed. I felt she was taking me under her wing.

After the second round, and as the conversation fell into what felt like an easy silence, with neither of us wanting to be the first to ask the question, I thought, feck it, “So, are we going to do this?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. She looked me up and down once more and smiled. “Why not? Your place or mine?”.

We figured out my place was closer, so we ended up chatting on a local train - typically the one that stopped every bloody where! A short while later, we got back to mine and settled on the sofa. Fresh drinks on the go, I felt the air change subtly, and I leaned in. Our lips met, and we set to kissing, gently and exploratory at first, urgency developing as we went on. I manoeuvred myself to the floor and popped the lower buttons on her dress…. Commando - nice!

I moved in on her now wet, shaved pussy. Yvonne adjusted herself and widened her legs to give me easier access, I gently lapped away as she reached down for my head and pulled me closer. After a few moments of this, Yvonne said, “Shall we get more comfortable?”. I like a woman that knows what she wants.

We relocated to the bedroom and undressed one another. Why is there no elegant way to take socks off?? This done, we clambered onto the bed and fell into a cuddling position and restarted the French kissing. Yvonne seemed keen to taste herself by licking her pussy juices from my lips. Whilst she was doing this, her hand snaked down through my chest hair, ever lower until I gasped as she grabbed my cock with her cold hand.

She started to ease her hand up and down my cock whilst I nuzzled her neck and took a slow winding route to her breasts, showering her fresh-smelling skin with kisses. With a spare hand, I traced a gentle line down her body to find her pussy, waiting, wet and willing. I gently inserted a finger and then two as we mutually masturbated one another, inter-spliced with a focus once breasts and our mouths starting to writhe in time with one another.

I moved back down between her legs and used a combo of tongue and fingers to devour her pussy, alternating between insertion and feather-light licks of her labia and clit, bringing her close to coming and backing off as soon I started to feel her tense up. All the time, she’s keeping a gentle, steady rhythm on my cock. And then she announces, “I want to taste you.” Not being one to argue, I position myself so that she has unfettered access, and Yvonne proceeds to give me the slowest, gentlest blowjob I think I’ve ever had. It was tender, and she kept making these gentle contented hums as she took more of me inside her mouth.

Truth be told, it was never going to make me come, but I could have happily let her continue for hours. I began to make a move to head south again, but I was stopped in my tracks. “Oh no. I want you inside me. Now”. Being the gentleman I am, who was I to refuse? Protection applied, Yvonne spread her legs wide, gave me a look that demanded no disobedience, and I slid in. We began as we meant to go on, easy and sensitive. This wasn’t a rampant session but one that went with the flow.

After a few minutes, I felt the need for a change, I suggested doggy, but Yvonne had knee issues, so she suggested something. “Oh, but we’ll need towels,” she said. Intrigued, I obliged, laid a bath sheet out on the bed and let her do what she needed to. I sat on the edge of the bed, legs slightly apart. Yvonne turned away from me and lowered herself onto me. Slowly at first, she built into a bobbing rhythm, making that slightly humming contented sound again until she slowed right down. I felt her grip my cock with her pelvic floor, and then I felt a wetness rush out of her as she coated me in cum and squirted all over the pair of us. It was the final straw for me, and I came in an instant.

Towelling each other down, we returned to the bed, and she snuggled in, stroking my chest and doing that contented hum. We lay like that for a good while, just revelling in the afterglow. We eventually dressed, and I escorted Yvonne to her train.

This adventure made me realise that not all encounters in this lifestyle are wild and rampant. Sometimes all you need is to go with the flow… and remember to have towels handy.