“Fucking tease!” I joked to her.
She went to my shower and locked the door. She was in there about 30 minutes and then went straight to her room.
I went to the kitchen and made us some shakes for breakfast. She came down in some skinny blue jeans and a white sheer top. I could see the detail on her white bra it was that see through.
She thanked me for the shake and told me she was going to catch her train. This was going to be the last time I saw her in merson for at least a month while she worked away.
I was disappointed because she looked fit to fuck and every guy in town would be looking at her with little being left to the imagination. It was going to be porn and a wank for the next few weeks after having the hottest girlfriend I had ever had.
After only a week my finger was hanging over the download button. Only a few more and I was registered. It wasn’t long until I matched with a lovely woman with dark hair. She was much older than me but she was local. From her picture she was a woman in her late forties has dark hair, probably shoulder-length, and she’s wearing gym wear. She seems to be wearing a fitted top and leggings that hug her curves. The fabric appears to be breathable and stretchy, perfect for exercising. From her overall posture, it’s evident that she’s confident and comfortable in her own skin. Her face is beaming with a smile of excitement, probably anticipating a good workout. She’s likely to be someone who values physical health and understands the benefits of regular exercise.
One of her pictures was from a night out and she had on a low cut dress. Her dark hair was pulled back in a sleek bun, revealing her sharp features and piercing eyes. She wore a black dress that hugged her curves and accentuated her slender figure. She looked like a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. She looked amazing for her age and from chatting to her, she was up for a younger man to ruin her.
I knew little about her life other than what I got from her dating profile. She was happy with a fling and knew I had a girlfriend. We arranged to meet at her house as neither of us wanted to be seen in public. I assumed she was married or just cautious, I didn’t know.
I knocked on the door and waited nervously. I had been looking forward to meeting her for days, ever since I saw her profile on the dating app. She seemed like the perfect match for me: smart, successful, and stunning. I hoped she would like me too.
The door opened and I felt my breath catch in my throat. She was even more beautiful in person than in her pictures. She had dark hair that framed her face and contrasted with her fair skin. She had dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders and complemented her tan complexion. She wore a t-shirt and jeans that fit her perfectly and revealed her toned body. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at me and invited me in. She looked like a woman who had everything under control and who could make me feel things I had never felt before.
“I’m Stacie. Come in, come in. I’m so glad you’re here.” She said, leading me into her living room. It was cozy and inviting, with a sofa, a coffee table, and a fireplace. She gestured for me to sit on the sofa and poured me a glass of wine. She handed it to me and sat next to me, close enough to touch.