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Subject: JYM - The Encounter #6 M/F
From: ABC@XYZ.COM (JYM)
Date: 1996/10/01
Message-Id: <325198b8.11500556@news.interserv.com>
Organization: Not Organized
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
The Encounter - #6
Comments to GJ@SPRYNET.COM
I spotted her in the supermarket, in the produce section, but
dismissed her because she wasn't my type. She was too big and looked
heavy. Also, she wasn't attractive. Her hair was a dirty, dishwater
blonde and she looked like a big-boned farm girl without any trace of
the erotic about her. The only reason I was at the supermarket that
day was my wife's absence on a business trip.
I saw her again in the meat aisle, no pun intended, and took
another look out of sheer boredom. This time I noticed that she had a
rather nice complexion, lightly tanned, with a couple of bruises on
her legs. The bruises caused me to look closer and see what I'd
missed the first time around. She was big, yes, but not fat. She was
muscular. And I noted that while she wasn't pretty, there was a
certain attractive quality about her. She had broad shoulders, big
hips, and strong legs and nice big breasts under a loose sweatshirt.
Our paths crossed several times, but I didn't pay any special
attention to her. Each sighting led to a new assessment of her, but I
wasn't really thinking about making a move. I did notice that the
billed cap she wore advertised a rowing club, explaining the muscles.
As I approached the checkout line a few minutes later I saw her
waiting behind her cart. I suddened realized that I wanted her very
much and I debated between getting behind her or in another line in
the hope of getting out before her. I chose the former and once I was
in line I caught her eye and asked if she'd rowed in college.
She gave me a quick glance and I could see her try to decide
upon how to answer me. Finally, she smiled and said, "Yes, I rowed
for Yale." That broke the ice and we chatted about colleges and
post-college trauma while we slowly advanced through the line. She
seemed reassured by our age difference. I'm in my mid-forties, she
appeared to be no more than twenty-five. I saw her glance at my left
hand and I made no attempt to conceal my wedding band. She smiled and
said, "Nice talking to you," as she left after paying for her
groceries. I only had a few things and wasn't far behind her when I
left the store, but I was afraid it was just a little too late.
I was pleasantly surprised when I turned into the aisle where
I was parked and saw her loading groceries into the trunk of an old
BMW that had seen much better days. I was parked three spaces past
her and slowed as I approached. I decided to go for broke. Slowing
as I approached, I caught her eye. "Are you free for dinner tonight?"
Again, she hesitated while trying to decide on her response.
Finally, "What would your wife think?"
Bingo! A perfect response. She was leery but not rejecting
the offer outright. "She's out of town on business, but she'd be
jealous. She likes muscular women."
She glanced at me with a look of disbelief. "Are you telling
me that your wife is bi?"
I nodded. "Yes, I am. She is. She's younger than I, only
34, and that's one of the things that attracted me to her."
She stared at me in silence for a moment. "Okay, I'll have
dinner with you. But only because I want to hear more about your
wife. But we'll meet at the restaurant. Okay?"
"Fine with me. How about the place across the street?" She
turned and looked around. There's a well-known Italian restaurant
located in the shopping plaza across from the supermarket.
"Okay. What time?" She closed the BMW's trunk and waited for
my answer.
"How about 7:00 p.m. Dress casual."
"7:30 would be better for me. By the way, my name is Sue."
"Hi, Sue. My name is Jim. 7:30 is fine with me. See you
then." I continued on my way and watched her drive away as I put my
bags in the back of the Bronco.
At home, after unpacking the groceries, I took a quick shower
and dressed in a pair of comfortable kakhi pants and a polo shirt. I
had a beer, checked my answering machine and my email. Then I drove
to the restaurant to meet Sue. Her battered BMW was parked near the
restaurant when I arrived. She got out when she saw me pull into a
nearby space. She was wearing a sleevless knit top, a short denim
skirt and sandals. She looked very nice and I told her so.
She smiled. "Thank you. I know I'm no beauty, but I do the
best I can with what I have."
We entered the restaurant and were seated immediately by the
hostess, an attractive blonde who looked like a college student. As
we studied the menus, Sue glanced up at me and said, very casually,
"Are you planning to fuck me tonight?"
I was able to control my surprise and replied, equally
casually, "Of course. Will you permit me to do so?"
She smiled. "Perhaps....." And returned her attention to the
menu.
The drinks we'd ordered arrived and we gave the waitress,
another college student, our orders. Sue sipped her drink and asked
me about my wife.
"Well, it's hard to know where to begin. Jody is a
photographer and we've been married almost six years. She's a tall
woman, almost 5'10", and a real beauty. She modelled for a while
before deciding that she'd rather be behind the camera. She knew
she'd never be a supermodel so the decision wasn't a hard one to make.
She had long black hair, olive skin, dark blue eyes, and a marvelous,
athletic figure. And the most beautiful legs I've ever seen."
She smiled as I leaned back and sipped my drink. "She sounds
lovely. I'd like to meet her sometime."
"She'll be back on Saturday, maybe you can meet her then. I'm
sure she'd love to meet you."
Dinner was perfect and we had a good time. There was a lot to
talk about, as there always is with a new love interest. Sue was
working as a computer support person for a large bank and my interest
in computers gave us a lot to talk about. We were midway though the
meal when she excused herself to go to the bathroom. As she got up, I
leaned forward and whispered, "Hand me your panties when you return to
the table."
She looked startled and didn't say anything in reply. I did
see her turn and glance back at the table as she crossed the room. I
sipped my drink and waited for her to return. When she appeared, I
glanced at her hands. They appeared to be empty. Then I saw a little
corner of white peeking out of her left hand. She sat down and
reached across the table and handed me a pair of plain cotton panties,
blushing as she did so. "I can't believe I did that," she whispered.
The rest of the meal was a period of intense anticipation on
both our parts. We didn't rush, but we didn't dawdle either. I paid
the check after sucessfully fighting off her attempt to split it. I
let her leave the tip and it was very generous. Our waitress, a
pretty redhead, had been a delight. As we left the restaurant I
whispered, "You wanted her, didn't you?"
She glanced at me and nodded. "Yes, I love redheads. And she
was so cute."
"Ummm. Yes she is. My wife has had her and she's wonderful."
She glanced at me in disbelief. "Really? Your wife has had
sex with the waitress?"
"Yes, why would I lie? If you don't believe me, go back and
ask her if she has a cherry tattoo just below her navel."
She hesitated and then turned and walked back into the
restaurant. I continued on and leaned against the back fender of her
BMW while I waited for her to come out. She was gone for a couple of
minutes and when she came out she was smiling broadly. "Okay, so you
were telling the truth. But I have a date!"
I grinned. "Congragulations! She's a hot little bitch when
she gets going." Then I glanced around. The parking lot was too busy
for what I had in mind. "Let's take a walk."
She nodded and we walked across the lot and down a narrow
street that led into a residential area. I found the perfect spot a
few minutes later. A short cul-de-sac that ended at a low stone wall.
By then, I had my hand under her top and was rubbing back. Her skin
was smooth and warm. As we approached the wall, I pushed my hand
under the waistband of her skirt and stroked her bare buttocks. She
sighed and bumped her hip against mine. We walked up to the wall and
she started to turn, intending to sit. "No, don't. Bend over and put
your hands flat on top of the wall." She hesitated and then did as I
asked.
I flipped her skirt up and exposed her big, firm ass. I
stroked it while she moaned with pleasure. Then I pulled my zipper
down. She glanced around and whispered, "No, you can't fuck me here!"
"Oh, yes I can." And I stepped behind her and grabbed her
hips as I pushed my cock against her sex. She reached back between
her legs and guided me into her tight, wet cunt. She groaned as I
thrust into her until my balls slapped against her belly. My cock
isn't that long, just 7" erect, but it's very thick. I fucked her
hard and she pushed back to meet each thrust. She reached orgasm
within a couple of minutes - my kind of woman! With no need to hold
back, I let go and shot my load into her pussy. She moaned with
pleasure as I spurted into her cunt.
Later, as we walked back to the parking lot, she leaned
against me and whispered, "Your cum is running down my thighs!"
I stopped and kissed her. "Too bad that Jody isn't here.
She'd love to lick it off for you."
"Is she submissive?"
"No, quite the contrary. She's very dominant with other
women. But she loves to lick my cum out of a hot cunt."
"Would she spank me?"
"Undoubtedly. Would you like that?"
She shivered. "Oh, yes! I love to be dommed by another
woman."
I had the glimmer of an idea. "What about Sara? She's not
domme." I was referring to the cute redheaded waitress.
"Oh, that's okay. I like to domme women too. Especially
college girls. They're so sweet. So eager."
"Bring her over Saturday night. Jody will have you both on
your knees before you know it."
She shivered again. "Oh, yessss. What a great idea!"
The End
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