We chatted a few more times
FISHERCAT: "Think you might cheat for real again?"
HONEYLICK: "I don't know. I really don't know."
FISHERCAT: "You know I'd like to meet you for coffee somewhere. I'm not that far away."
HONEYLICK: "I don't know."
FISHERCAT: "Really?"
Oh God. It wouldn't be just coffee, would it?
HONEYLICK: "How far?"
FISHERCAT: "About 80 miles. We could meet halfway."
I realized I was trembling.
HONEYLICK: "I better not."
FISHERCAT: "Well, maybe you'll change your mind someday."
The subject came up every we chatted for the next few weeks. The idea became more and more exciting until I broke down and agreed. Zach and I decided lunch would give us more time to talk than coffee would, and frankly sitting in a Starbucks talking to a potential lover didn't resonate. He suggested a quiet bistro about twenty.five miles from here. Far enough that nobody who knew me would see me. I took the afternoon off.
It was just going to be lunch, we agreed, but I dressed as sexy as I could get away with at a workday lunch - medium heels, a red skirt above the knees, a white blouse showing my nice cleavage, black underthings, a gold necklace Ben had given me. I wasn't sure what people actually did at meetings like this, but I had a good idea of where things might go. I threw a sheer nightie and see thru panties into my purse.
My hands were shaking on the steering wheel as I drove up and parked the SUV.
Zach was sitting at a booth in the far corner, facing the door. He had a half-empty glass of beer. He looked about the same as he did online, maybe a bit older. He stood up.
"Hi Abbi or should I say 'Hi Honeylick?' "
I broke out in a nervous smile and let him kiss me on the cheek. Awfully tame for our first physical contact.
"Hi, Zach. So you're real."
"Yes, I am. And you're real, too," he replied as his eyes checked me out from top to bottom, "A real beauty in fact."
I couldn't believe that made me blush. I wasn't the slender twenty-eight-year-old that married Ben. Was he just being nice?
We sat down across from each other. I ordered red wine and looked at the menu. Zach bottomed his beer and had a glass of the same wine. With my nerves on fire, I wasn't hungry at all, but I ordered the blackened cod lunch special. I forget what Zach had. Maybe it was a burger plate.
It was surprisingly awkward. Thanks to our many chats, we already knew pretty much all there was to know about each other, at least what would come up at a first meeting. So we talked about traffic on the way over, weather, and women's basketball. Zach didn't seem to be a creep, so I relaxed more.
Finally, I broke the real subject. "You're going to fuck me this afternoon, aren't you?" I asked as I rubbed his leg with my foot under the table.
"Only if you want me to." His foot replied against my leg.
"I want you to," I answered. I felt my belly tighten down low. Was I getting wet already?
"I took the liberty to arrange a room. We should be able to check in."
"That was mighty confident, wasn't it? I guess we both knew it wasn't just lunch."
I let Zach pick up the tab. Talk about old-fashioned chivalry.
"Why don't you leave your car here? It's only a mile or two away. I'll drive you back later." The bistro was in an outdoor shopping area, so nobody would notice my car sitting there all afternoon. We walked out to his SUV, which he had parked some distance from all the activity.
Zach held the door for me, and I climbed in. Old-fashioned chivalry again!
We started making out as soon as he closed the driver's door. Our kissing was intense. My top stayed closed but his hands were all over my boobs. I unzipped his pants and reached in. One hand slid up my leg. I got his cock out by pulling down the waistband of his boxers. Zack pulled my panties aside. I bent down across the center panel and wrapped my lips around his shaft. Fingers played with my pussy and entered. My mouth slid down and up, down and up over his cock. My body shook. My muffled moans grew more intense when a thumb found my clit. His were getting louder. Mine got even louder, his fingers were so deep.
"Oh no, I'm gonna cum," he suddenly warned. I kept sucking him. "Oh God," he uttered as I tasted jets of his "jism" in my throat.
When he was done, I swallowed everything, pulled my panties back, and sat up. His question jarred me.
"Wow. That was a surprise. Have you been letting Ben cum in your mouth, too." Did he have to mention Ben?
"Yeah," I slowly answered, looking away.
The first time, after that chat with Zach, I had taken Ben's cock out of my mouth and said, "I wonder what it would be like if you, you know, let it go in my mouth."
"Really?" he had replied, and I'd answered by sucking him 'til he finished.
"It wasn't that bad," I told Zach. "He liked it."
"Of course he did! Every guy's dream."
"I kinda liked it, too. He asked me where that came from, and I just said I'd been thinking about it for a long time cause I figured he would love it."
After a short drive, Zach parked the car in the hotel lot. I asked, "Should I take off my rings?"
"No, keep them on. Besides," he paused and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a ring and slipped it on. I knew he was divorced. I guess he kept it in a drawer somewhere. "We'll look legit."
The hotel specialized in suites, and our suite had a bedroom area and, separated by a half wall, a living room.
"I have to use the bathroom," I told him. In there, I hung all my clothes on the door and slipped into the panties and nightie from my purse. "Ta Da!" I announced as I stepped into the living room where he was sitting on the sofa.
"OH ... MY ... GOD," he exclaimed as he took me in again.
The dark nipples on my 34D's popped out through the silk. Even through two layers of silk, he could see my pussy and the black bush which I only trim. I moved across the room and sat across his lap.
"You have way too much on," I teased, as I started on his shirt. He did the bottom buttons while I did the top ones. As things progressed, I rubbed my hands all over his hairy bare chest. He was enjoying the silky feel of the fabric over my own chest.
Then I pulled his belt off. Then the button. Then the zipper. I stood up and pulled his pants off his outstretched legs. His boxers barely held his shaft in. The tip poked out through the waist.
"Take 'em off," I commended, and he did. I sat across his lap again and grabbed his organ. "So it really is the one you sent me online," I joked referring to a picture he had attached to a chat.
But he interrupted, "Now you're the one with too much on, nice as you look just as you are." He pulled my nighty over my head. But he left my panties on.
I was thinking, maybe I'd climb over his cock and sit on it, but he took me by the waist and sat me next to him. Then he knelt on the floor between my legs and started kissing my feet. Good thing I got a pedicure. His kisses moved to my calves as he pushed my legs further apart. I couldn't help rubbing my pussy, which was dripping wet, through the silk with one hand and my tit with the other. His kisses moved to my inner thighs as he pushed my knees into the air.
When he reached my panties, his tongue licked between my pussy lips and my leg. He shoved my hand away. Then he wrapped his mouth around the panties covering my pubic bone. His gnawing was so exciting. Then he kissed my belly button and kept kissing and licking as he gradually tugged my panties down. His tongue found my clit as he dragged them off.
His fingers were at my opening, but I'd had enough foreplay in the car, "Not your fingers. Fuck me. Oh God. Fuck me, now!"
Even then, he teased me more. He laid his shaft between my slippery pussy lips and slid it fore and aft. The rubbing against my clit was driving me crazy.
"Oh, Zach. Fuck me. Fuck me now!" I was too hot to think how this would be the moment I consummated my cheating.
He forced his manly torso upright, though he was still kneeling. He held his cock so I could see it. I watched the wide shaft, wider than Ben's, approach. Then I watched and felt it slide into me a ways. God, it felt good.