Sue and I had been chatting in that chat room for many months and gotten to know a lot of things about each other. This included a number of intimate things as well. She was very keen to meet me and offered all sorts of locations. Being married, I was reluctant even though the wife and I hadn't been having sex for a few of years at this stage, because of her medical problem. Besides, regardless of that, I did still love her, even after thirty years of marriage.
Sue was trying to be very seductive the last time we were in chat, with many private messages. She was telling me what she wanted me to do to her.
I agreed to visit her on Wednesday after work. As it turned out, it was a good idea because she lived on my way home, along one of the alternative routes. She lived on a busy thoroughfare so it wasn't a good idea to park out the front of her house. In any case, she told me one of the neighbours was a bit of a busybody and would start talking if he knew she had a caller. Especially if it was regular. She told me she thought the way he looked at her she was sure he wanted to get into her knickers.
We arranged that I come to her house on the coming Wednesday after work.
The day came and getting to her place I parked in the side street as she requested. That way, it was less likely to be noticed by the nosy neighbour. Her husband was upcountry for a plastering job so wouldn't be home till the next evening, so we were safe that way.
I walked up the drive and knocked on the door, which was hidden from view to the street.
No answer. Then I heard a car coming up the drive. It was Sue coming home from work. She opened the back door, dropped her handbag on the floor just inside and turned right. She turned to me, "Sorry, pee-stop first." She disappeared behind the toilet door. I was hoping to see a preview but that was not to be the case. A flush and she emerged, "What a relief that is. Can I offer you a coffee? I hope you aren't in too much of a hurry."
"Yes, please to the coffee and no, not in a hurry," I replied.
She made the coffee and we went to the lounge and sat on the couch and began chatting. The usual small talk one has at a first meeting. She could sense I was getting a little apprehensive about going through with it. She shifted position so her legs opened easier to show me that she must have left her knickers in the laundry. Her pussy was in shadow but there was enough light to make out she had a bush.
During our online chatting, the only images we had exchanged were face shots.
She looked at me and said, "You know you can have me right here and now if you like."
I was horny and my cock had grown a little, but because of my apprehension, nowhere near full erection. She leaned forward to breathe on me and kiss me on the lips. I moved close and returned the kiss and put an arm around her back and with the other fondled a breast.
"Take it out and suck it," she prompted.
I was blushing, embarrassed that I was behaving like a schoolboy who was having his first-ever fondle of a girlfriend. I did undo her shirt and lifted the breast from her bra and thought that for a woman in her mid-forties, her breast was nice and firm. Leaned forward and sucked on the nipple. She gave a sigh and a soft moan. That encouraged me a little and I sucked a little hard, still feeling my flushed face. As I slid a little closer and pulled her close for a kiss, she groped around in my crotch and opened my zip, and fumbled her way in to my half-hard cock. I don't know if the fumbling was because of the awkward way we were sitting on that couch or if she was doing it to make me feel more at.
