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Authors name: Sandy (sandyathome@hotmail.com)
Story title : Sandy: Take Two
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Sandy: Take Two
by Sandy (sandyathome@hotmail.com)
***
A true story about how I satisfied a beautiful man's
fantasy, and in doing so realized that I enjoyed that
role. (MF, affair)
***
Hey again, a few very nice people emailed and suggested
that I continue to write, so I'll give it another shot.
The first memory I shared was in a 'Housewife's Tale'
in Directory 27, and that might be worth reading to get
a general idea of what was going on in my life at the
time. As with last time, I am basically writing a
letter to you describing a memorable event in my life.
***
Okay, what to do now? I had just made love to a man I
had never met in person before, who believed that I was
someone that I was not, and it was the most intense
experience of my life. I immediately felt (and was
correct) that this would not be my last experience.
But there were some things that I had to change.
Perhaps it speaks to my nature, but I needed a set of
rules. The most important of which was that I would not
have unprotected sex again. I was lucky not to fall
pregnant the first time, and I started this whole thing
to keep my life LESS complicated!
Most rules were basically designed to keep me safe. I
never sent photos, addresses, or telephone numbers to
my email friends. As I wanted to keep this part of my
life a secret from my 'real' friends, and my email
friends thought that I was married, this was not a
major problem. Although a little bit one-sided and
unfair, I did require photos from the guys I was
communicating with if there was a chance that we were
going to meet in person. I did this for a few reasons.
First, and selfishly, I wanted to see what they looked
like to make sure that there was a physical attraction.
Second, if we were to meet in person, I wanted to be
able to pick them out of a crowd so that I could see if
everything looked safe before I actually said hi.
The photo thing was actually a lot of fun. The type of
photos guys will send would surprise you! Most were
pretty conservative, which I liked, but not all were.
(As I was reading email in a computer lab in the
science library, I had to be extra careful!) I received
a number of photos of private areas. Some guys, lets
say some very proud guys, would take photos with rulers
in them to provide scale, some would place themselves
next to props like cola cans or coins, and one proud
gent actually wrote a note on himself to me ('Dear
Sandy, .'). Pretty wild stuff.
The second rule was that I would not be rushed. I would
normally talk to someone for 4-6 weeks before even
considering getting together. This was very important
for me, as I need to feel kind of connected to someone
before I can be physical with them. This helped me a
lot in my real life.
I found that humor, intelligence, and imagination are
more important to me than a lot of other
characteristics. There were a few people that I
communicated with on a friendly level for a few years
and never met. And I really enjoyed knowing them that
way.
There were other rules, of course, but I won't bore you
with these any longer. Having said that, I was open to
communicating with adults of all ages and with men of
all races. I found the emailing to be very educational.
It turns out that you guys have quite a vivid fantasy
life, and I enjoyed hearing the similarities between
men in their dreams. It also helped rule out guys.
If they were excited to see me 'experience the night of
my life' with them and a couple of their friends, I
would pass. If they wanted to see me dressed up as a
very young girl, I would pass. If they had any designs
on my backside, I would pass. If they had a fondness
for barnyard animals, well I'm sure you are getting the
picture.
My email life was fairly simple. I pretended to be
married to an older guy (28 to my 19) named Tom who
sold plastics. As he was on the road a lot, and rarely
took me with him, I often had a fair amount of free
time. That is what I told Jason, anyway, and this story
is really about him.
Jason replied to an ad that I placed on a 'pen pals'
site. Jason was 29 and in graduate school at the time.
He was a little older than most grad students because
had spent a few years in the Army after high school. On
the weekends Jason worked at a hotel running clean-and-
set crews for functions (weddings, meetings, that sort
of thing).
He and I wrote for about a month before he was even
mildly flirtatious. I figured that he was either shy or
was sincere about wanting a pen pal. It turned out that
he simply did not have time for a girlfriend because he
had to work while being a full time student. Once he
started to flirt, however, he couldn't stop - and I
certainly didn't stop him!
You wouldn't have either! He was an intelligent, funny,
and good-looking man. He was tall and solid looking,
not buff, but more country strong. He had a nice smile
and, it seemed, a warm heart. I think he had been
somewhat mistreated by a few hotel guests, or at least
ignored, because his biggest fantasies revolved around
meeting a woman at work while he was on duty.
Typically his dream woman would be rich, well groomed,
and desperately in need of a strong take-charge guy. In
his fantasies he would do just that, sometimes in an
elevator, in the woman's hotel room, or in one of the
small conference rooms he was in charge of organizing.
For my part, I encouraged his ideas by letting him know
that take-charge guys are very sexy, and that being
swept away in the moment is an excuse some women,
especially married ones, use to justify their behavior
to themselves.
I wanted to meet Jason so I began visiting his hotel on
the weekends. The hotel wasn't far from where I lived,
and it took me only about an hour on public transport
to get there. It was a very nice place, with a pool
within an open center. One of the nice things about
many hotels is that, so long as you are alone and are
not causing any trouble, no one bothers you if sit by
the pool. (That is, no one checks to see if you are
actually staying there.)
I spent three Sundays sunning by the pool before I saw
him. I can honestly say that he was one of the few
people that I have met that looked much better in
person than in photos. It took a few weeks to see him,
I guess, because there was not a lot of work for him to
do by the pool. The hotel had a gazebo, however, and it
looked like he was setting it up for a brunch or
something - I never actually found out. I just watched
him work, watched him move tables as if they didn't
weigh a thing. I found, and still find, strength to be
very attractive.
I had a decision to make, and I needed to make it
quickly. On the one hand, this might have been the only
day I would see him by the pool. On the other hand, I
would be better prepared if I knew when I would see him
at work. I knew that he dreamed of professional women,
women who were prepared for some power meeting or
something, but I wouldn't satisfy that need that day.
I was wearing a bathing suit, hardly what I would call
'professional'. I did, however, look nice enough to be
noticed by more than a few of the guests. I was wearing
a bronze bikini that matched my skin color. (I find
that this gets a lot of attention!) Two-piece suits
work pretty well for me - as a swimmer (then and now) I
tend to stay in pretty good shape. I had not done
anything with my hair, had not put on make-up, but at
least my nails looked good. This is important, because
'my' wedding ring draws attention!
I made my decision: today I will make a man's fantasy
come true. I was so excited - this was completely
different than last time. This time I was focused on
being a dream come true, last time a dream of mine
(that I didn't even know I had) came true. I waited in
the pool until he looked about finished with the work
in the gazebo, then dipped under to wet my hair back,
and walked up to him without drying off. Cool air on a
woman has predictable, and very noticeable, effects.
You can imagine the attention I was getting!
I called him by his name, which confused him a little,
and said "Hi Jason, you know me, I'm Sandy. But today,
right now, I am just a hotel guest in need of your
direction. Please don't let me down". There was an
uncomfortable pause, and I began to feel stupid, when
he finally said "its okay, you're just a little lost.
Go stand next to that door and wait for me to let you
in. I'll take care of everything". He had motioned
toward a door that led out into the pool area, and I
walked over as I was told.
This was unbelievably exciting! After only a minute or
so, he opened the door from inside and invited me in.
The room was one of the small conference rooms that the
hotel rents. It looked as if it had recently been
cleaned, but didn't seem to be set up for anything
right now. There was just a couch, a few chairs, and a
central conference table.
We shared a few silent moments looking at each other
before he smiled and kissed me. He went to the bathroom
and came out with a towel and used it to dry me off.
You may think this sounds silly, but having him gently
dry my hair without saying a word was VERY sexy. By the
time he removed my suit to finish drying me I was
completely his.
I still was pretty inexperienced at the time, so I was
pleased that this fantasy had him in charge. He
motioned for me to sit down and stood in front of me.
There I was, completely naked in this conference room,
sitting in a chair, with this man towering above me. I
felt very small, but also very safe. He guided my hands
toward his hips and I began to rub him through his
jeans.
He was clearly very excited, but when I tried to
unbutton his pants he stopped me and directed my hand
to his zipper instead. I could tell (or at least I
thought) that he was deep into his fantasy and I didn't
want to ruin that. I WAS a snobby hotel guest to him
right now, and he had plans for me. (Although I had
been doing it by pretending to be someone I wasn't,
this is really when I realized that role-playing was an
incredible turn on for me.)
I opened his fly and released him from his pants. He
stood in front of me, proud and hard, and pulled me
toward him. I was looking at his face as I first
accepted him into my mouth, and he seemed very pleased
with himself. It must have looked really odd: me
totally naked, him totally dressed, and me taking him
in my mouth as best I could.
I worked really hard for him and tried my best to be
his fantasy. When he was close he pulled out and
finished below my chin onto my neck and chest. (Later I
thought that maybe he wanted to do that on my face but
that he was too polite to go through with it.)
I thought that might be it but then he *just lifted
me*. I cannot explain it any better. He just lifted me
onto his shoulders and placed my back high against the
wall. It was unbelievable. Still without saying another
word he tasted and probed me. After only a few minutes
his mouth was more than I could handle and I just shook
with pleasure high above this man.
Immediately after I had an orgasm he placed me on my
back and on the table. Although as ready as I would
ever be for him, it took some work for him to enter me.
(That is one of the odd things about my experience - I
was being this wild person but was actually having a
lot less sex than many of my friends!) Still no words,
and no condom, so I was breaking another rule.
He made such powerful love to me on that table that my
legs were chafed for days because of the rubbing of his
jeans. I felt a little lucky at the time that he didn't
take his pants off - I do not think I could have
handled any more of him than he was giving me. I was
completely lost and had climaxed a few times (quietly,
of course) when I felt him swell. Thankfully, he pulled
out of me and finished on my stomach and chest.
It was unbelievable, and my body wanted him back
inside, but that wasn't to be. He just looked at me,
smiled, tucked himself away, handed me a towel, and
spoke. He said, "You need to be out of here in 10
minutes. Oh, and thank you." Then he left. I was sorry
never to email him again, but that was another one of
my rules.
***
So that is the true story of Jason. Many (most) of my
experiences were not quite that exciting, and certainly
they were spaced apart. Still, I played this game for
almost 7 years. If you want to hear anymore just let me
know.
Sandy
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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