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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Life gets back to normal and back to the fishing. One Sunday afternoon I arrange to meet a man called Dave. His profile says he is single, no children. I do not normally go for blokes who don’t have kids as I have found they don’t understand if arrangements have to be cancelled at the last minute because of them. But Dave’s message caught my eye and I thought he was worth the risk.
We arranged to meet in a local pub car park as he was travelling back from working in Wales. He turned up on time and pulled up in the parking space next to me. He climbed out of the car and I had chance to give him a good look over. He was not normally the type of bloke I go for as he was on the larger side, but I was prepared to have a chat with him and see how it went.
Dave was a lovely man, so sweet and caring, a gentle giant. We went for a drink in the pub and a chat to get to know each other a little more. After our drinks we headed back to our cars and then he kissed me. Wow, I knew this was going to be good, the kiss ticked all the right boxes and I could feel myself getting moist. It was time to head off home, but not before we had arranged to meet the following Wednesday at his.
For some reason I was really nervous about meeting Dave again. I knew we had a good connection and I was hoping he was going to be the one who would fulfil my sexual needs. On the Wednesday when I finished work I went over to meet Dave at his place. I was nervous about meeting him again, but I knew once he kissed me those nerves would soon melt away.
As I got to his door I could feel the nerves building. I climbed out the car and as I approached the door it was opened and Dave stood in the doorway smiling at me. He leaned down and kissed me and the door closed behind us, the kissing continued and our clothes seemed to melt away.
We moved to the bedroom and the fun began. Dave lay me on the bed and started to work his way down my body with his lips. Moving lower and lower until he stopped between my legs, his tongue began to probe my pussy his fingers playing and pushing my lips wider apart so that his tongue to probe even further. He definitely knew what to do with his tongue. Bringing me to the brink with his tongue, his fingers pushing deep inside me.
We meet regularly on a Wednesday for a few months, exploring each other, pushing the boundaries we both have. On one occasion Dave brings a bar of chocolate with him. I wondered what he wanted to do with it, I soon found out. We began with kissing and once we were both warmed up, he unwrapped the chocolate and inserted it into my pussy, pushing it deep so that it was coated in my juices. The chocolate soon began to melt from my heat. Dave pulled it out and licked my cum from off it, then went to work with his tongue to lick the melted chocolate away. The bed was a mess, melted chocolate everywhere, but boy had it been fun.
I somehow managed to wangle a weekend away from home. Dave said he would cook us something to eat and we could spend the night, making love. I arrived at his around 4pm, it felt comfortable, relaxed. We sat down on the sofa and had a chat about what had been happening in our lives. After a while we began to kiss and the clothes melted away. That was the 1st time that weekend we made love.
We dressed again and moved into the kitchen where Dave began to prepare our meal. We were having steak, chips, mushrooms, peas and tomatoes. We opened a bottle of wine while the food was cooking and continued to talk. This was what I wanted, good company, someone to laugh and have a good time with as well as good sex. Dinner eaten and we went back to the living room where we curled up together on the sofa. It felt good, we were comfortable together.
Around 11 we headed up to bed, it seemed strange getting undressed with someone I had never spent the night with before, but at the same time good. We climbed into bed and curled up together, kissing, touching and teasing each other. Our bodies entwined. We made love till the early hours of the morning, exhausted we fall asleep in each it others arms. When we wake the following morning, we make love all over again.
I leave Dave around 11 on the Sunday morning and head home. Whilst driving home I think about the fun we had had together. We had made plans to meet up on the Wednesday at his. We meet again on a Wednesday for a few weeks until Dave is due to go away on holiday. On Dave’s last day of his holiday, I am due to go away for 2 weeks myself. It had been the longest time we had not been in touch with each other for about 4 months.
On my return from my holiday, I text Dave to say I am home and was he free to meet up on the Wednesday. I heard nothing, no reply. So I sent an email to him, asking if everything was ok and if we were meeting on the Wednesday. Still nothing from him. This was really strange, no response from him, no matter how I tried to contact him.
After not hearing anything from him for nearly 4 weeks, I get a message saying “sorry, I cannot see you again.” That was it, no reason no nothing, but I had to accept his decision.
Dave contacted me again approx 12 months after I had last seen him. He sent me a message explaining why he stopped seeing me. The reason being, he had fallen in love with me and he knew I didn’t feel the same about him, as that was not part of the rules. Part of me still misses Dave, he was good company and I would like to think a friend.
So yet again it was back to the drawing board. Part of me was getting bored with the blokes on fish, all after just sex. That wasn’t what I wanted. I was looking for a friend and lover, someone to talk to as well as have good and fulfilling sex with.
I had a few meetings with various men, just a drink and a chat, but that all important sexual chemistry after the kiss was not there. About 4 months after last seeing Dave, I had a message from Tongue69. It was probably one of the nicest messages I had received for a long time. It was a polite hello, no mention of sex, just general chat asking if I wanted to get to know him a little better with a view to taking things further.
We chatted for a while via Fish and then by phone. After a couple of months we arranged to meet. Tongue 69 aka Robbie was a long distance lorry driver. He was parked up about 5 miles from home, so I arranged to go and meet up with him. He had managed to park up by a pub for the evening, so we met there for a drink. After a drink he asked me if I would like to go back to his truck for a kiss.
I felt comfortable in his company so I agreed to go with him. I had never been into a lorry before and I was surprised how much room there was inside.
Once inside the lorry the kissing started and very soon the clothes started to come off. We were soon naked and laying on the bed of the truck. I have to admit there was not that much room, but did we really need that much! His hands started to wonder all over my body, his lips moving further and further down and I was rather hoping to see if he was going to live up to his fish name. Robbie didn’t disappoint and I was soon begging for his cock to be inside me.
Although Robbie didn’t have the largest cock in the world, he certainly made up for things with his tongue, fingers and toys.
I saw Robbie regularly for about 6 months until he got a new job, then no more travelling.
So yet again I am back to the drawing board, but after all my months of searching, I have found what could be my perfect Intimate encounter. We met for the 1st time a few weeks ago for a coffee and a chat, to see it that all important sexual chemistry was there. My lunch hour passed so quickly, it felt like we had only been talking for 5 minutes and it was time to head back to work. He walked me back to work and we stopped and he kissed me. I could so easily not have gone back to work that afternoon. I knew then that we would be having fun together.
We arranged a time when we could meet up and get to know each other a little better. Luckily he had a place we could use to meet. When I arrived at the flat I was extremely nervous, more nervous than I had been before. He came down to meet me at my car and kissed me, my nerves soon disappeared. We walked up to the flat together and as soon as the door closed we were in each others arms.
I felt so comfortable in his company, we were talking and kissing at the same time. He turned me around so I was facing away from him and he started to run his fingers up and down my back. He slowly began to remove the top half of my clothing, fingers still running gently up and down my back. He continued to do this, so what seemed like hours but was probably no more than 10 minutes. He then led me to the bedroom and lay me face down on the bed, still running his fingers all over my back. I was so turned on, I had felt nothing like this for a long time, my body was aching for him, but I had a feeling I wasn’t going to get more in a hurry. His fingers continued to explore my body and the bottom half of my clothing somehow managed to melt away.
I could feel his breath on my back and his fingers working there way up and down my legs, close to my inner thigh. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter by the minute, I so wanted him to pull me onto my knees and take me from behind there and then, but the sensations going through my body we like something I had never experienced before. His fingers continued to wonder over my back and legs, moved closer and closer to my pussy each time. My body began to respond and my legs started to part further and further. I wanted his hands and fingers to explore me further and further.
My wish came true, his fingers started to explore my pussy, my knees began to draw themselves up underneath me, so that I could open myself up to him even more. His fingers began to explore me, deeper and deeper, moving himself down the bed, I could feel his breath, over my lower back, then between my thighs. His tongue started to explore me instead of his fingers, I could feel my orgasm building and building, I was ready to explode.
He turned me over and thrust his hard cock deep inside me, it felt so good, I had been waiting for what seemed like hours for him, his cock moved inside me, his mouth kissing me the whole time, my body on fire, from his touch. I didn’t want this to end, I wanted this to carry on.
After he had we had both cum, we lay together entwined on the bed, alternately kissing and talking. I felt so comfortable in his arms. That was probably the 1st time with anyone from fish that I had felt like it was not just sex, it was more, the something different I had been searching for all this time. Before long we were making love again. But all to soon it was time to head for home and back to reality. I really didn’t want to leave the comfort of his arms but I had too. When I got to the car, I realised we hadn’t made arrangements to meet again. My heart dropped, I couldn’t bear the thought of this being a one night stand! I wanted to see him again and soon. Stuart765, you are the only special person I need in my life!
I have met my new lover a few more times since that 1st meeting. The sex between us keeps getting better and better, the parting, harder and harder. Somehow managed to arrange an overnight stay and boy was it worth it. Although I’d had anal sex before, it was not something I would say I had enjoyed it. R and I had discussed this at length and I felt that is was something that I wanted to try with him.
On the night that I stopped over, we spent most of it in the bedroom, the sex between us was mind-blowing. My pussy was constantly wet and I didn’t even realise that R had started to play with my arse with his fingers. Slowly probing, stretching it gently, preparing it ready for his cock. Before long I felt the pressure of his cock against my arse. R really took his time, making sure I was comfortable all the time, not pushing in hard and fast, making sure I was enjoying.
I have to say, this was probably what made me change my mind about anal sex. This was also the last time I was lucky enough to meet with R. Unfortunately Stuart765 is no longer part of my life, I miss him more than I can say, but I guess life has to move on!
I am no longer “fishing”. I am still on the site, but I have blocked my profile, so that I can no longer be messaged by new men interested in sex with me. I still talk to those I have spoken to in a while, but I have no intention of meeting anyone new.
I have been on and off POF for the past three years since my last meeting with R looking for intimate encounters. They have not really been anything to write home about and I have certainly not met anyone special. One morning I went to log onto POF to find my profile no longer existed. POF had deleted all profiles looking for intimate encounters.
I did set up my profile again, but didn’t hold out much hope of finding someone for fun, as all the people I used to talk to had all been deleted too. I decided to try something new, so I set up a new profile on Fab Swingers.
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