You just dropped off the kids at school and head toward our meeting place. Our emails back and forth have become increasingly erotic and the idea of any of what we talk about coming truly excites you. We meet at the row of slots in the back. Its obvious both of us are nervous. Yes you may have gained a few pounds over the years and your breast now sag a little, but you are wearing your best, showing your inner beauty and the external sexiness. I touch your knee, and you pull away, not accustomed to another man touching you. The excitement takes over and you pull yourself close, allowing my hand to stroke your leg, up under your skirt. It is then I realize you much you desire all we have spoke of.
We take a room, entering yet leaving the lights off for now. A sliver of sunlight breaks through the curtains, lighting the room ever so slightly. I take you to the mirror and slowly undress you, pausing as each garmet is removed, showing you in the mirror how beautiful you are. I lift your breast, gently rub your nipples until they are their full hardness, you then realize its been many years since any man, yet alone your husband, has so erotically touched you .... .
Yes its true, I am a 40's single man seeking a discreet, yet erotic NSA affair. I can only promise extreme eroticism and pleasure. Perhaps you desire to hear more of the story. I can continue then and see where it might lead us.
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