My first online meetup - was it a success? read on ...

One of the things I'm most asked about is my first meetup on dating sites such as this.

Well, it wasn't actually on this site, it was a far inferior one, the first one I had joined and if I'm honest I didn't know whether I should even be doing this.

I read and absorbed all the " keep yourself safe" info and advice so in that way I guess I was prepared. After losing my nerve more than a dozen times I  made a determined decision that "tonight's the night" and that was that. But who with?

Among the dozens of men I had chatted to, there were four I considered eligible and who lived reasonably locally but not on my doorstep. I decided to gift this one to chance and struck up a conversation with the first one of the four that came online.

He was a divorcee, a few years younger than me, and he had several meets with other ladies under his belt, so he knew more than me what to expect.

We had chatted at length about sexual preferences, often to the point of laughing at each other's comments so there was no misunderstanding when I asked if he wanted to visit me.

He wasn't drunk but he had had a couple of glasses of wine after work so we agreed that he would get a taxi to a pub not far from me and I would meet him outside.

I will admit to still being wary so I picked a pub with a rear exit so I could actually sit in the pub, watch and leave if I needed to.

Ladies reading this (and probably a few men too) will be nodding when I say that the person who got out of the taxi was a little older looking than the one in his photos! I never did establish his true age but I suspect that "a few years younger than me" wasn't quite the truth.

Being honest I was a little relieved, as it  meant that I was on the front foot as my photos were all relatively recent. He waited outside the pub, not realising that I was inside, so I finished my single G&T and walked outside.

He recognised me straight away and was more nervous than me. He asked if I wanted to go back in and have a drink. I said that I'd rather have one at mine. It was a five minute walk and we held hands, which he initiated. That was nice, and I warmed to him.

I got nervous as I approached my front door as I had been rehearsing what I would say, and while it sounded fine before it sounded so cheesy now I almost abandoned it. I took a deep breath and turned to him as I put my key in the door. "Once we get inside, I'm your lover so don't hold back and we'll get along fine."

He stammered out an, "OK, yeah OK, err thanks," and we were inside. I hung up my coat while he took off his jacket and removed his shoes. I kept my heels on as he was tall.

He grabbed me, pressed his lips to mine and kissed me deeply. I was lost in that kiss still when I found my self down to me heels and thong. His hands, then his mouth, working on my boobs.

He was still pretty much fully dressed although I had managed to pull his shirt from where it was tucked in his trousers. I sat on my stairs and looked up at him, smiling. He got the message and undressed quickly.

As my hands and my mouth got to work on him, my overriding thought was that he smelled clean. In fact he smelled wonderful ...

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