Swing Date plus Bonus

I was bored one Saturday evening, so I thought I’d go onto a swing site I belong to and see who’s on. I’ve met lots of great people there, but no one lately and had the urge for someone new. Sometimes it’s harder for guys to get much attention. I know it’s a place to connect for sex, but single guys tend to get a bad rap, although my profile is loaded with information, reviews, and pics.

I hoped that there would be one woman who’d be intrigued. I filtered for age range, non-smoker and location and clicked Search. Up came about 10 women. Most profiles were the boring “Aren’t I great?” variety with lots of rules and dislikes. Two looked like one’s I hadn’t seen before so I sent them messages, politely introducing myself.

One woman responded within a minute, but her attitude turned me off. I mean, of course we were all here to have sex, but the “discovery” can be part of the fun. I got up and refilled my scotch glass before rechecking the site. Later, surprisingly, the other woman had responded, and she seemed much more genuine. She seemed pleasant and open to a decent single guy; harder to come by.

I replied to the second female, Lisa. After a few hours of chat, I suggested that we meet for coffee and see if we click in person. She was online, so she replied within a few minutes with a proposed time and place – Sunday at 11:00 at a cafe in the city. That seemed fine to me, so I replied, “It’s a date.” I screen shotted her photo to have handy.

I don’t know why, but I woke up on Sunday feeling like a teenager before her first date. I turned on the coffee maker then headed to the shower. I grabbed a cup of coffee to take to my bedroom. I cleaned myself up extra well and shaved all the areas that women like to be bare these days. I dressed in black jeans and a while button down shirt like my profile.

I had a bit of time to kill, so I went back onto the site to review her profile and her messages. Guys get flaked on too, and it sometimes happens, but all seemed OK. My fantasies kicked in, and I started thinking how she would be in bed. I rubbed myself through my jeans and reached in and rubbed my cock for just a moment, but not too much.

It was time to go, so I set the address in my phone’s map app and drove to the cafe. Usually it’s hard to find parking around there, but it was a good omen that someone was pulling out half a block away as I approached. I parked and re-checked myself. I opened my phone to Lisa’s photo so I could recognize her, took a deep breath and stepped out of the car and walked to the cafe.

I was about to open the cafe door when I heard a woman say, “Mike?” I turned and saw Lisa sitting at an outdoor table.

“Yes, Lisa?”

She stood up and stepped to me and offered her hand. “Nice to meet you, Mike.” I shook her hand and was careful to offer a gentle but firm handshake, with a hint of sensuousness. I hate to be “the guy” with the crushing, controlling grips or a wimpy one.

“Is it OK if we sit outside? It’s such a pleasant morning. We could go inside if you prefer,” she offered.

“No, outside is fine.” she walked over to the table she had been sitting at and I pulled back out the chair for her.

We ordered our coffee then danced around the usual questions. Have you met many people from the site? How was it? How long you been in the lifestyle, etc. She told me about her sixteen-year-old daughter, and said she was staying over with her boyfriend.

Then she simply came out and asked, “What would you like from me? How do you like it in bed? Sometimes women don’t like to admit their likes/dislikes, but it’s always better when they do.

“Uh, well, just treat me like a human being, with respect.” It’s not much to ask for, but most men don’t grasp the concept.

“I can do that,” I replied.

She smiled and said, “That’s great!” I felt like this was going well.

Our coffee came, and we sipped it and chatted about other stuff. When we were done, she asked if I wanted to go with her to her place. Asked, not insisting, and without expectation. I said, “I would love to.”

She gave me her address, in case we got separated when I followed her – more consideration for the single guy. As it happened, there was no drama getting to her place. We parked our cars, and she led me to his door, softly holding my hand.

We went inside, and I asked to use bathroom. She pointed the way, and I lost the coffee we had drunk, which I like to do before playing.

She asked if I wanted anything to drink, and I declined, saying I was okay. She sat down on the couch and I sat next to her. I put my arm softly around her shoulders and gazed into her eyes and said, “I like you a lot. I would love to please you.”

That seemed to be the right thing to say. She seemed be already getting ready for me. We leaned together kissed, softly at first. Then passions flared, and our tongue darted into each other’s mouths as our bodies became plastered together.

Unlike other guys, I tend to go slower, taking my cues from her. I didn’t immediately grab her breasts. I pulled her gently to me and caressed her back with my hands while kissing her. She wass melting. She pressed against me, and I could feel her nipples getting hard.

My hands started caressing her sides, and only slowly made their way toward her breasts. She was ready for them to be there, but I was gentle, and my gradual approach seemed to excite her. When I touched the sides of her breasts, she moaned into my mouth and she kissed me passionately.

I gently pushed her away, so my fingers could caress her breasts through her dress. She moaned and pulled her head back. My fingers slowly found her nipples and rubbed them gently. Her moans increased, as I made her nipples so hard that you could see them through her bra and dress.

She breathlessly whispered, “I want you.”

“Oh, Lisa, I want you, too.”

She kissed me again, as I fondled her breasts. She moaned and moaned. My hands then reached around and successfully pulled the zipper of her dress down. When I had it down, she pulled back and shrugged her shoulders so I could peel the straps off her shoulders. I took the dress down to her waist and caressed her naked torso, and then her breasts through the bra. Her nipples were engorged, and my touch seemed to make her body shudder with excitement.

Her hands went to the buttons of my shirt and started unbuttoning them. When she had them all undone, she undid my cuffs and took mys shirt off and held me close again, our flesh pressing. Her hands wandered over my back as we kissed deeply again.

I undid her bra clasp in back and she leaned back to let me take her straps down off her arms. Her full breasts hung there for me to see, and I gazed at them and said, “beautiful.” I slowly laid her down on the couch and kissed her neck, then down toward her breasts, kissing all around them. My slow, gentle technique was clearly sending her up and up into the clouds.

I then kissed a nipple, and she started moaning again. My lips closed around it and pulled ever so gently. “Ohhhhhhh,” she cried. I then took it into my mouth and sucked, gently at first, then harder. “Oh my god, yesssss,” she almost screamed. When I started slowly licking her nipple, she screamed loudly, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

My tongue on her nipple drove her wild, it seemed ignite her fire. I licked firmer, still slowly, and she started moaning continuously. Then her body shook as I abandoned her nipple, only to find the other one and repeat the process. She seemed to be over the top excited.

When on the other nipple, I licked slowly and firmly again, then suddenly sucked her nipple hard and thrashed it wildly with my tongue. “Oh, my fucking godddddd,” she screamed. I kept licking for another minute, making her scream to wake the dead.

I stopped and pulled away. She was panting like mad. I reached down and lifted her ass, taking the dress down her legs and off of her. I took her shoes off.

Then I stood up, gazing at her body, naked except for her panties. I slowly took off my shoes and socks, undid mys belt and unbuttoned my pants, letting them drop and stepping out of them. She looked at my cock in my briefs, hard and pulsing. She rubbed my cock through my briefs, and she moaned again. “Oh god, I want that,” she said.

“It wants you so much, too, Lisa.”

I peeled my briefs down, my cock springing out when free, pointing high up to the ceiling. When I stepped out of them, naked now, I lay on her, my chest rubbing her breasts and teasing her nipples. My hard cock rubbed against her pussy through her panties. She moaned again and reached around my ass and pulled me hard into her.

I started sliding up and down her pussy slit. Her wetness had soaked her panties, lubricating my cock. She moaned and moaned and finally shouted, “Oh, Mike, fuck me, fuck me.”

I smiled and stood up. She reached down and peeled her panties off. Then I pulled a condom from my jeans, opened the packet and got the condom out. I slowly, sensually placed it on my throbbing cock.

Then I walked back over and lay on her again, taking my hand and rubbing my cock head up and down her slit, getting it wet. Then I found her opening and very slowly slid inside her. She was so wet, I glided in so smoothly.

I popped my head inside, and she moaned more. I started moving in and out, just a little, slowly. She seemed to be in heaven, her excitement at full blast. I then pushed slowly and steadily all the way into me. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” She screamed.

Just then, I heard a key in the lock, and the door opened. Her daughter walked in, and I froze, looking at Lisa in a bit of a panic. She shook her head and said, “No, it’s OK.”

Her daughter casually said, “Hi, Mom,” as if nothing unusual was happening.

“Hi, Cyn,” she replied, equally casually.

I started pulling out and pushing back in. I thought that Cyn might go upstairs to her room, but she simply dropped her knapsack and lingered. I glanced her way, wondering, and saw rubbing herself through her jeans.

My mind was going wild, wondering what to do. When Lisa saw that I was looking at Cyn, she whispered to me, “She’s hot, isn’t she?” I could only nod. She smiled and kept pumping my cock with her pussy.