I finally decided that I’d let Irma know that I was coming, but wouldn’t commit to anything beyond a meeting, assuming that she’d be interested. I sent her an email, telling her that I had some potentially exciting news and that we needed to chat. I excitedly checked for the chat request periodically until it finally arrived. I informed her of my upcoming business trip, and told her that if she wanted, we could meet for a drink and conversation.
I didn’t know how she would react, after all, it’s one thing to talk big when the prospects of meeting are nil, but how would she feel when the opportunity arises to actually meet? I guess that I put her in the classic situation where she had to ‘put up or shut up.’
It turned out that she was very excited at the prospect of our meeting, and we chatted for a short while.
Irma> “I’m so excited and so wet, just thinking about you. You are going to help me relieve my frustrations by doing all the things you’ve been saying, aren’t you?”
She was ready to ‘put up,’ but was I? I decided to respond positively, even though I was still reasonably sure that I wouldn’t cheat on my wife.
Charley> “You bet your sweet ass I am.”
Irma> “Good, I’ll be wet until you get here, just thinking about it. I’m so, so excited that I think I’ll Jill-off right now, what do you think?”
Charley> “You Jill and I’ll Jack…lol.”
After receiving an ‘LMAO’ response and a little more bantering, we signed off, but before we did, we made arrangements to meet at my hotel lounge at 7:00 Monday evening. She told me that she’d wear a short, black skirt and a bright red sweater (she had previously told me that she was medium height, thin and had below-the-shoulder length reddish-brown, curly hair). I had given her a general description of myself, also. We had previously agreed not to exchange pictures, besides, I had no decent pictures of myself to send.
After agreeing to meet, I was both excited and nervous. I was excited because I looked at it as a chance to meet (and probably fuck) a woman that I had gotten to know and like, and nervous because I was afraid of what it might do to my conscious, and my relationship with my wife. I’ve ogled and fantasized about other women over the years, but have never even thought seriously about taking any action. In fact, I’ve deliberately avoided situations where I’d get into lengthy conversations with attractive women, mainly to avoid the temptation to do more than just talk.
My sex life with my wife was an on-again, off-again affair, and currently it was off-again. The more I thought about it, the more I began to rationalize fucking Irma. ‘After all, she’s 58, probably not very attractive and I’d be doing her a favor, relieving some of her frustrations. Sure, it would be a humanitarian act on my part, right? Then again, I’d probably get turned off upon seeing her in her wrinkled, flabby state. I’ll put off making a decision until I see her, yeah, that’s what I’ll do.’ Procrastination may be my middle name.