We spent some time chatting back and forth about our lives before she proposed that we hang out sometime or maybe have a few drinks at the steakhouse which was right down the street. She seemed really nice and I figured that it couldn’t hurt meeting her. Shortly after agreeing to meet, she messaged me her number and suggested talking on the phone. I told her that I had a few things to do around the house but I would give her a call when I was finished, and I did after I got ready for bed and lay down.
I was quite nervous as her phone continued to ring but when she answered she sounded very sweet. Her voice was soft and had bit of a country to it. I haven’t ever met anyone from the internet but so far she seemed like someone that is trustworthy. We talked about our favorite drinks and she told me the story of her first ever alcoholic drink. She was nineteen at the time and she spilled the entire glass on her soon to be ex husband. They had been married for seventeen years and the decided to call it quits when they both realized they weren’t in love with each other anymore. We started talk about men in general and we both agreed that men are assholes but we couldn’t live without them. She was very open but it was pleasing knowing that I was someone she could be so open with so quickly. “I hate men, but love their dicks” she bluntly said causing me to nearly choke on my own drink that I was sipping. Everything was going great and I had a new friend until she asked the one question that potentially changed my life forever
“Enough about me, what is your ultimate fantasy” she asked.
“Oh wow” I replied as our conversation went silent.
“I have so many, I guess I don’t know where to start” I said as I took a sip of my drink and I could feel my cheeks beginning to warm. This woman had me blushing, and I don’t blush.
Over the years I had developed many fantasies. Some of them simple and normal, the usual threesome, or being with another woman, but the most daring one, to me, of course was my fantasy of making love to Tyler. I have been separated from his dad for quite some time and that ultimately could be the reasoning of this fantasy. I knew there was no way I could tell her this…not even in a million years, not without judgment I was sure. So I thought of the next best thing.
“Ever since my husband and I split, I have fantasized of being with a younger man” I said to her nervously.
“Oh really…I have that one as well. Give me some details about yours” She said insistently.
“Well…just being with a younger guy in general and his tight younger body, feeling him inside me…just is very orgasmic sounding” I said and again I was shaking nervously. I have never been this open with anyone this quickly, but I was excited for a change. All of this talk was starting to get me heated up. “I just love the thought of it” I added as my right hand casually made its way down my belly to the lace band of my underwear.
“What age do you want this guy to be?” she asked.
“I’d say over twenty for sure probably” I answered.