A great round of sex with my husband helped me forget a dreary weekend party but I still craved something new. Trouble was, I couldn’t see anything appealing in sight and the coming of Spring had my hormones going into overdrive. Work was dragging along so I decided to check my emails from a site I frequent. My inbox was full of typical crap from guys telling me they were going to rock my world. But nothing stuck out to make me want to meet anyone. However, there was a message from SensualSteve, who lives a few cities away from me, and we’ve had some hot chats in the past. He wished me a nice day and hoped we get an opportunity to chat again very soon. I told him to send me an instant message when he sees me online next time so we can chat. The day wore on and I wound up chatting with the normal group of horny guys and just dealt with their crap. Around three, an instant message popped up from Steve. With a smile on my face I sent a message back. It was nice to have a true gentleman to chat with instead of the usual horny guys. I complained about different things and he listened without any judgement. The conversation wasn’t sexual at all; it was nice being able to vent a bit. Steve was sweet and made me feel special with all his attention. He asked me when I get off Anadolu Yakası Escort work and I told him in a couple hours. Without missing a beat he asked me if I would like to go out that night. It wasn’t, “Hey let’s fuck,” but rather, “Let’s grab some dinner and have an enjoyable evening.” I thought about it and told him to hold on while I checked something. I sent a text to my man asking what the plan was for tonight, hoping he was going to say he was going to relax for the evening. A few minutes later a message came back and spread a huge smile across my face and set a tingle in my pussy. I responded, saying I was going to the gym and then dinner with a friend from work. No problem. I was free to meet my gentleman. Steve was very happy to hear I was available. I was a bit excited and could not wait to hear where he was taking me. A couple minutes later a message popped up with the name of a very nice restaurant not far from my my work. I looked at myself and I was not wearing the sexiest of clothes – a casual knee-length dress. I quickly sent him a message saying that I was coming from work so I wasn’t dressed to impress. He was okay with that and told me that he was positive I would look great. Boy, was he piling on the compliments. Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan I just hoped he was as sweet and sexy in person. He sent a message saying, “I will see you soon, beautiful.” The last two and half hours of work seemed to take forever. I kept looking at my watch, hoping that the time would fly so I could get out of there for my evening with Steve. Five-thirty could not come quick enough and I knew that if I didn’t get out of there right away I would explode. I drove straight to the restaurant and went in. I didn’t even make it to the bar when he called to me. SensualSteve was just Steve. Not my normal type of guy in that he was a bit older, about five foot eight with grey hair and kind of chubby. But he wore a noticeably expensive suit and was well groomed; you could tell he came from money. Steve greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and led me to a table. He told me I was the first woman he’d met from the site and asked If I’d ever met someone. I played it cool, remembering all the great sexual escapades, and said, “Not really.” I realized that I hadn’t really read his profile too well. In fact, all I remembered was a portrait picture and some generic stats. I wanted something to drink Escort Anadolu Yakası and Steve asked if I would like some wine. Thinking I would just order a glass, I quickly looked over the menu and ordered something familiar. With a grin, he told the waiter to bring a bottle. We talked about wine and he was impressed with the fact I love good wine. The staff were nice and they seemed to know him. It was nice to be stimulated by a conversation instead of just talking sex, sex, sex. I felt tipsy from the wine – we’d polished off the entire bottle – and I enjoyed a romantic dinner. He was truly a gentleman and he picked up the bill. Steve asked me if I had to rush off home. I smiled. “Not at all. ” To my surprise he said he lived less than a mile away and asked if I would like to open a bottle of red wine, a name that I’d heard of and knew was costly. I couldn’t refuse; when does a girl get an offer to drink a bottle old and rare.? Steve had his car brought up and offered to drive me to his home. I immediately agreed, knowing how tipsy I was and, to be honest, I was so turned on and wanted to feel him inside of me right away. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for me – like my husband used to do before we got married – so I was happy and excited sliding into a Mercedes Benz. I asked what he did for a living. He’d retired not too long ago from a publishing company he’d sold and was now consulting. He said that after his wife passed away he decided he wanted to enjoy life and be free from running a company. I pretended to understand, nodding my head, till he mentioned that I was very beautiful.