I pull up in the car park after an anxious 40 minute drive, and suddenly remember that we hadn't agreed a meeting point. I fumble in my bag for my phone, locking the car up with the other hand. There's no need, S is waiting discretely by the door. I sigh with relief and head towards him. We introduce ourselves, and I know that S is checking out my breasts, struggling for freedom against my low-cut top. We go into the dimly-lit pub, all cosy with nooks and crannies and find a deserted area. I'm so nervous I can hardly bring myself to look at S who has been swinging for a while and seems so full of good advice and swinging anecdotes. He would not be my usual type, but I'm not dating and I still find myself attracted to him. After a short while the conversation turns to sex, and we discuss our previous experiences, both good and bad.
During the conversation, I notice S shift his position on the bench seat, edging nearer to me and opening up his body language. I begin to mirror him in a game body language cat and mouse. He gives himself away with every shift, every gesture. He is horny and finds himself unable to tear his eyes away from my jiggling chest. I begin to wonder whether he will initiate things, or whether he is expecting me to be experienced in the ways of nsa fun. I think S must have read my mind, as he suggests we go to his place, a few minutes away. I agree, and all the way there I am playing out scenarios in my head. What will it be like to have sex with someone I'm not involved with? Will it satisfy me? What is the ettiquettte, will I be expected to leave immediately afterwards? I'm still debating all this when we pull up at his front door................................
