A few days ago I got a message from a woman on POF. She didn’t say much or give a lot away in her profile, but her photos looked hot so I replied. After a few responses she asked me to add her on Facebook – always a good way to filter out the freaks and fakes. We swapped a few more emails and we talked about why we were on POF and what we were looking for. She let me know she’d not long come out of an 8 year relationship and was just looking to have a bit of fun. Although I am open to finding a relationship, I usually find myself more inclined to take a chance with a woman who expects nothing from me. There’s less risk of them getting hurt or the situation becoming complicated, and it feels more relaxed just meeting up and enjoying each experience for what it is. She gave me her number before heading off to bed and I text her the next day.
We exchanged more chit chat via text message. The length and frequency of her texts suggested she was very keen, though there was very little flirting or sexual discussion going on. Most of my attempts to escalate to sex talk were literally ignored. She’d never met anyone online before so I figured she was just apprehensive. I asked her to meet up.
We met half way, at a quiet bar. She arrived 8pm on the dot, just as we’d agreed. I saw her pull up so walked over to greet her. She was nervous and flustered, but she looked me up and down, touched my arm and told me I’m lovely. She was a great looking lady with the look of a glamour model: bleached blonde hair, blue eyes, ample breasts and slim waist.
She stood very close to me, almost touching, as I ordered drinks at the bar and looked me directly in the eyes as we made small talk. Over the years I have become aware of a certain vibe a woman gives off when she’s attracted to me. With some women it’s quite subtle, with others it’s blatantly obvious. With time I have learned to trust this vibe more and it never fails. The vibes I was getting from this woman were very strong.
I could see her better in the light and found myself very sexually attracted to her. She was like something from my teenage fantasies - a page 3 girl or softcore porn star. However, as I would soon come to realise, she also had the personality to match. She spoke and acted like a stereotypical bimbo. She talked constantly without pausing, mostly about nonsense and kept giggling at the slightest thing. She was like a character from The Simpsons. On one hand, I was feeling no connection with her, and spent most of the time just nodding and smiling while not really listening to what she was saying. On the other hand, I’m a redblooded man and she was really appealing to my masculine instincts.
She kept dropping compliments, telling me I look sexy, talking about how gorgeous my eyes are, how I look like I’m in great shape among other things. It was all great to hear. However, she kept fishing to find out if we’d meet again, suggested things we could do and even suggested a holiday together. After just one hour I was sensing that she was not as carefree as she originally made out.
She then started telling me a bit about herself and I learned she was in fact a former glamour model. I was having flashbacks to my horny teenage years, oggling pictures of such women in magazines. She then revealed that she’d had breast implants and pulled her top down slightly, showing her cleavage. I was finding myself very turned on now and my rational mind was being clouded by my sexual urges. I wanted her real bad and I knew she was putty in my hands. All I needed to do was escalate the sexual tension. Textbook stuff. I made a cheeky comment about not being able to judge her breasts properly through her clothes and that I would need a more thorough inspection. She giggled.
I looked at her lustfully.
“Don’t look at me like that, you’re giving me butterflies in my stomach,” she said. She explained how nervous she’d felt about meeting me, how she’d never done this before but was just trying to be more spontaneous. “How come you’re so laidback?” she asked me. “You must do this kind of thing a lot.”
She was right. I’ve had a lot of dates in recent years and after a while you just stop feeling so nervous. Of course, I wasn’t about to tell her that and make her feel like a statistic. “Not really,” I lied. “I just don’t stress about these things because I never have any expectations. I just take each moment as it comes.” I leaned in and kissed her. She reciprocated.
“So, do you want to have sex with me?” she said.
As blunt as that question sounded, it barely fazed me. “Of course I do. I think you and me could have a lot of fun together.”
“Well, there is a hotel nearby,” she said.
“Let’s go,” I said, half joking, taking it to be mere playful flirting. Afterall, we were only 2 hours into our date.
“Shall we?” she replied. “It won’t cost us much.” I realised she was serious. She pushed the idea, but did that typical thing a woman does when she doesn’t want to appear too easy. She talked about just going there to watch TV and chat, and how it was a chance for us to stay out. I went along with it. I didn’t want to make her feel like a slvt.
We took her car to a nearby hotel to find out how much a room would cost us. They were fully booked. She seemed determined, however, and called another nearby hotel. They were booked up too. The only options open to us were the more expensive hotels unless we travelled into the city, so I suggested we do it another night.
We went to look for another bar to have a drink, but we passed an Indian restaurant and she insisted we go inside. It was quite awkward as I really didn’t want to eat and she only wanted a little snack, but we were shown to a table and had waiters bring our drinks and hand us menus. She ordered food, but I chose not to eat. She told me she’d never been on a proper date before and I got the impression she was perceiving this as some kind of romantic meal. I went to the men’s room and when I came back she was telling the waiter how we were out on a date. She started asking me if I felt like the date was going well, then brought up ideas for future dates, following up by adding “that’s if you want to see me again” or “that’s if I’ve not done your head in and scared you off,” as though seeking reassurance she would see me again.
I was feeling the pressure now and getting overwhelmed. I couldn’t see myself in a relationship with this girl, or even dating her regularly. Everything was cool when it was just no-strings fun, but I was starting to see a needy and vulnerable side of her. And there was me thinking how she’d be a damn good fvck, not interested in what she had to say or getting to know more about her. My old nice guy conscience started to kick in, telling me not to take advantage of her.
After she’d eaten we headed out to her car where we chatted for a while. She told me she was really hot for me and, almost as if she sensed my doubts, came out and said, “If you just want to fvck me, and that’s all you want, I’m cool with that.” She put her hand on my thigh. “If you want to meet again and see where it goes then that’s great, but I’m not gonna be one of those women who won’t leave you alone after sex if that’s all you want.”
Now I was conflicted again. I still felt turned on and longed to get physical with her, but it would’ve sounded so cold to come out and admit that’s all I wanted. I told her, “Let’s just keep an open mind and take each moment as it comes.”
She suggested we go and park up somewhere private. I saw no harm in that. We went for a drive looking for somewhere quiet and ended up on the back of a car park. We started kissing passionately and I found myself getting very aroused. She asked if I wanted to sit on the backseat where there was more room. We continued kissing there, she lifted my jumper and ran her hands over my body. I pulled her hair, grabbed her ass and began to feel her breasts. They were big and firm, and I found myself losing control. We started removing clothes, groping and touching each other; she straddled me in her thong and rubbed herself against me. We totally forgot where we were as things escalated. But the windows had steamed up giving us a veil of privacy. She straddled me and I fvcked her right there on the back seat of her car. It was awkward and so restrictive, but it felt good. After we were done, I lay on top of her for a while. No talking, no giggling, just a moment of quiet intimacy.
I looked up at the dashboard. It was midnight. In just 4 hours we had gone from meeting for the first time to fvcking in the back of her car. She had no idea that this was the third time I’d done this, and I saw no reason to tell her.
We pulled our clothes back on and made ourselves look respectable. I kissed her goodbye and we exchanged some small talk about it being a great night. She then started saying how she felt she wouldn’t see me again and said she’s going to be thinking about whether I’ll get in touch again. It was that needy side of her coming out again. I wished she hadn’t said all this. I’d enjoyed fooling around with her and it felt relaxed, but now I was left with this pressure.
I don’t know where it will go from this point. If she can convince me she’s not going to be needy or isn’t expecting anything, then maybe we can have a casual thing between us, but I don’t want to build up her hopes if she’s looking for more.
We exchanged more chit chat via text message. The length and frequency of her texts suggested she was very keen, though there was very little flirting or sexual discussion going on. Most of my attempts to escalate to sex talk were literally ignored. She’d never met anyone online before so I figured she was just apprehensive. I asked her to meet up.
We met half way, at a quiet bar. She arrived 8pm on the dot, just as we’d agreed. I saw her pull up so walked over to greet her. She was nervous and flustered, but she looked me up and down, touched my arm and told me I’m lovely. She was a great looking lady with the look of a glamour model: bleached blonde hair, blue eyes, ample breasts and slim waist.
She stood very close to me, almost touching, as I ordered drinks at the bar and looked me directly in the eyes as we made small talk. Over the years I have become aware of a certain vibe a woman gives off when she’s attracted to me. With some women it’s quite subtle, with others it’s blatantly obvious. With time I have learned to trust this vibe more and it never fails. The vibes I was getting from this woman were very strong.
I could see her better in the light and found myself very sexually attracted to her. She was like something from my teenage fantasies - a page 3 girl or softcore porn star. However, as I would soon come to realise, she also had the personality to match. She spoke and acted like a stereotypical bimbo. She talked constantly without pausing, mostly about nonsense and kept giggling at the slightest thing. She was like a character from The Simpsons. On one hand, I was feeling no connection with her, and spent most of the time just nodding and smiling while not really listening to what she was saying. On the other hand, I’m a redblooded man and she was really appealing to my masculine instincts.
She kept dropping compliments, telling me I look sexy, talking about how gorgeous my eyes are, how I look like I’m in great shape among other things. It was all great to hear. However, she kept fishing to find out if we’d meet again, suggested things we could do and even suggested a holiday together. After just one hour I was sensing that she was not as carefree as she originally made out.
She then started telling me a bit about herself and I learned she was in fact a former glamour model. I was having flashbacks to my horny teenage years, oggling pictures of such women in magazines. She then revealed that she’d had breast implants and pulled her top down slightly, showing her cleavage. I was finding myself very turned on now and my rational mind was being clouded by my sexual urges. I wanted her real bad and I knew she was putty in my hands. All I needed to do was escalate the sexual tension. Textbook stuff. I made a cheeky comment about not being able to judge her breasts properly through her clothes and that I would need a more thorough inspection. She giggled.
I looked at her lustfully.
“Don’t look at me like that, you’re giving me butterflies in my stomach,” she said. She explained how nervous she’d felt about meeting me, how she’d never done this before but was just trying to be more spontaneous. “How come you’re so laidback?” she asked me. “You must do this kind of thing a lot.”
She was right. I’ve had a lot of dates in recent years and after a while you just stop feeling so nervous. Of course, I wasn’t about to tell her that and make her feel like a statistic. “Not really,” I lied. “I just don’t stress about these things because I never have any expectations. I just take each moment as it comes.” I leaned in and kissed her. She reciprocated.
“So, do you want to have sex with me?” she said.
As blunt as that question sounded, it barely fazed me. “Of course I do. I think you and me could have a lot of fun together.”
“Well, there is a hotel nearby,” she said.
“Let’s go,” I said, half joking, taking it to be mere playful flirting. Afterall, we were only 2 hours into our date.
“Shall we?” she replied. “It won’t cost us much.” I realised she was serious. She pushed the idea, but did that typical thing a woman does when she doesn’t want to appear too easy. She talked about just going there to watch TV and chat, and how it was a chance for us to stay out. I went along with it. I didn’t want to make her feel like a slvt.
We took her car to a nearby hotel to find out how much a room would cost us. They were fully booked. She seemed determined, however, and called another nearby hotel. They were booked up too. The only options open to us were the more expensive hotels unless we travelled into the city, so I suggested we do it another night.
We went to look for another bar to have a drink, but we passed an Indian restaurant and she insisted we go inside. It was quite awkward as I really didn’t want to eat and she only wanted a little snack, but we were shown to a table and had waiters bring our drinks and hand us menus. She ordered food, but I chose not to eat. She told me she’d never been on a proper date before and I got the impression she was perceiving this as some kind of romantic meal. I went to the men’s room and when I came back she was telling the waiter how we were out on a date. She started asking me if I felt like the date was going well, then brought up ideas for future dates, following up by adding “that’s if you want to see me again” or “that’s if I’ve not done your head in and scared you off,” as though seeking reassurance she would see me again.
I was feeling the pressure now and getting overwhelmed. I couldn’t see myself in a relationship with this girl, or even dating her regularly. Everything was cool when it was just no-strings fun, but I was starting to see a needy and vulnerable side of her. And there was me thinking how she’d be a damn good fvck, not interested in what she had to say or getting to know more about her. My old nice guy conscience started to kick in, telling me not to take advantage of her.
After she’d eaten we headed out to her car where we chatted for a while. She told me she was really hot for me and, almost as if she sensed my doubts, came out and said, “If you just want to fvck me, and that’s all you want, I’m cool with that.” She put her hand on my thigh. “If you want to meet again and see where it goes then that’s great, but I’m not gonna be one of those women who won’t leave you alone after sex if that’s all you want.”
Now I was conflicted again. I still felt turned on and longed to get physical with her, but it would’ve sounded so cold to come out and admit that’s all I wanted. I told her, “Let’s just keep an open mind and take each moment as it comes.”
She suggested we go and park up somewhere private. I saw no harm in that. We went for a drive looking for somewhere quiet and ended up on the back of a car park. We started kissing passionately and I found myself getting very aroused. She asked if I wanted to sit on the backseat where there was more room. We continued kissing there, she lifted my jumper and ran her hands over my body. I pulled her hair, grabbed her ass and began to feel her breasts. They were big and firm, and I found myself losing control. We started removing clothes, groping and touching each other; she straddled me in her thong and rubbed herself against me. We totally forgot where we were as things escalated. But the windows had steamed up giving us a veil of privacy. She straddled me and I fvcked her right there on the back seat of her car. It was awkward and so restrictive, but it felt good. After we were done, I lay on top of her for a while. No talking, no giggling, just a moment of quiet intimacy.
I looked up at the dashboard. It was midnight. In just 4 hours we had gone from meeting for the first time to fvcking in the back of her car. She had no idea that this was the third time I’d done this, and I saw no reason to tell her.
We pulled our clothes back on and made ourselves look respectable. I kissed her goodbye and we exchanged some small talk about it being a great night. She then started saying how she felt she wouldn’t see me again and said she’s going to be thinking about whether I’ll get in touch again. It was that needy side of her coming out again. I wished she hadn’t said all this. I’d enjoyed fooling around with her and it felt relaxed, but now I was left with this pressure.
I don’t know where it will go from this point. If she can convince me she’s not going to be needy or isn’t expecting anything, then maybe we can have a casual thing between us, but I don’t want to build up her hopes if she’s looking for more.
And yes, I always carry a condom in my wallet just in case. I've been so glad I did on many occasions, just for my own peace of mind.
