My First Meeting

After I joined the website (see Website Blog entry here), I browsed through people who were in my city, or close by, and I sent out a few lines. Most of my messages consisted of something along the lines of "I'm new to this site and to the lifestyle and I am looking for a possible Dom and to learn and explore". Some of the men who returned my messages were some of the best looking men I have ever seen in my life.

The first man I decided to meet up with was a bit older than I am, and smokin' hot. Like killer body. On the website he had all these photos of him teasing the viewer with shadows covering him from the waist down, hitting every chiseled ab and peck muscle just right and showing his 2 full sleeves of tattoos and the tattoo across his abs. Mmm.

We decided to meet up the next day, which was horrifying. I wasn't expecting anyone to actually want to meet me. And I certainly wasn't expecting them to want to meet me so quickly. I went into the whole thing a little bit quickly, not knowing what I wanted or expected.

I told my husband "Um, I guess I am going out to meet a guy off of this website. Like right now". He was as confused as I was but agreed to give me a ride so the man and I could get a few drinks and get to know one another.

I was so nervous. Beyond nervous. And it was because I was worried that this perfect looking man wouldn't find me attractive. I told him so via text before we met, and he reassured me over and over that he wasn't any different than anyone else.

I wore a black dress with dark purple tights underneath, trying to be attractive but not slutty. We met at a bookstore in a downtown area so that we could walk to wherever we wanted to go. I sat at a table near the cafe and texted him my location, and began to sweat. My legs were shaking by the time he arrived, wearing a tight black tshirt, jeans, and Clark Kent glasses. he had gauged ears and his arm tattoos were faded but still amazing looking.

We talked for a bit, I was very shy and quiet but we discussed trivial things like movies and books, history and our jobs. We walked a few blocks over to a bar and got a cozy seat in against the wall of the bar and ordered some drinks. I was incredibly nervous about the fact that I was sitting with a man, who obviously was not my husband, while in a bar in the city where I both live and work. Someone was bound to see me.

We chatted and flirted lightly before he took my hand and placed it on his thigh. "See, that's not so bad, is it?" he asked me, and I felt my face flame red. I took a big gulp of my drink and tried to calm down.

There was a big sports game going on at the same time, so we had to sit close to one another. I did a lot of hair flipping and giggling because I was half tipsy and still a little nervous. He took my hand, and with his other hand ran his fingertips up and down my arm, sending goosebumps up down my flushed body. We started talking about what we wanted in a relationship, and he explained that it would be awhile before he got a new apartment and we would be able to be alone, and that he wanted to dominate me, watch football as I gave him head, and take me to a local club that is known for being kinky and rather darkly lit.

He was obviously getting aroused while talking to me, and telling me how he loves being touched. I had started to lightly squeeze his thigh, and he suddenly he took my hand and placed it on his hard cock that was straining through his pants. I rubbed it and watched his face as he closed his eyes, enjoying the moment.

The thought of "who might see me right now? A friend? A coworker? A friend of my husband?" popped briefly into my mind but I dismissed them. In fact, the thought of it made me hot. I rarely do something so daring and it was an extreme rush.

Seeing him close his eyes in ecstasy sparked something in me. Knowing that I was the cause of his bliss  gave me the courage to lean over and and kiss his neck, in 3 long and gentle kisses in a row. I heard him sigh and knew I did the right thing. He opened his eyes after a moment and met my gaze "that felt amazing" he said, and he ran his fingers through my hair. His fingers stopped towards the bottom and he tugged gently.

That tug alone sent a thrill shooting straight down between my thighs. He explained to me that he had gotten out of a relationship that had gone south, and he really enjoyed my touch. I took the cue to touch him, I ran my fingers along his tattoos, along his biceps, his back, to his neck. His eyes closed again as he savored the slow draw of the pads of my fingertips along his skin.

When I stopped he leaned towards me and asked "now, what is it that you want?" I asked him if he would kiss me, and without hesitation his lips met mine, his lips parted, his touch touched mine, his hand was around the back of my neck pulling me to him.

And my mind goes blank, all my cares flitted away. I was there, with his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, and the taste of his mouth.

And that's when my husband called and told me he was coming to bring me home.

Stay tuned for more.

Yours,
Birdie