When I am meeting someone new there is always a build-up of emotion leading to that first hook-up. I think about my expectations in terms of the man I am meeting...will I be pretty enough, funny enough, smart enough, sexy enough? Will he like my body or think I am too big? Will I be comfortable enough to relax with him? So many questions running through my mind. I worry that he won't enjoy the experience and therefore I talk myself into disappointment before I meet anyone.
My expectations are always less than great.
Imagine my surprise when he brought me flowers. Honestly, my first thought was "how am I going to explain this to the husband?" Then I realized that I have only received flowers on three occasions from my husband...twice for birthing his children and once when he called me a fucking bitch in public. I smiled and relaxed a little. Flowers were a pleasant surprise.
I always wonder in my head if I will be able to tell if he really likes me or if I am just a Brenda situation waiting to happen. Not that I would mind a pity fuck from a tall handsome stranger, I just don't think I would want to know. I am not sexy. I have come to terms with that and I am okay with it. Whenever a man sees my photo I get the same response... you are so cute. CUTE. INNOCENT. SWEET. Not the typical girl who likes to be fucked in the ass. Hard. It is rare that a man responds the way he did. He is calling me beautiful and making me think he means it.
He says he wanted to take me to a nice restaurant for our first meeting but I could only get away in the morning so our options were limited. We managed to find a public place that afforded us privacy. We talked for hours and repeatedly he kept telling me how beautiful I was and how lucky he felt in that moment. Initially embarrassed by the attention, I slowly began to think about his expectations. This poor sweet man has been a paying member of AM for two years and has had two relationships. Both brief and ending amicably in similar ways. He has been contacted by women who insisted on trips to Las Vegas and cruises before even meeting him in person. Many of the contacts he receives are little more than women looking for a payday. My profile explicitly states that I do not want anything from my friends other than a physical relationship. He said it was what caught his attention.
Before lunch time I was sitting on the edge of a bed in a little hotel room being undressed by my stranger as his tongue worked its way from my face and neck to my chest. So much kissing. How could I not reward him? I slid onto the floor before him and began to suck his still soft cock until it grew firm and long in my mouth. Deeper and deeper. I could tell he liked it from his soft moans and then he grabbed the back of my head and began pushing his dick deeper into my throat. In the softest voice I heard him ask "where would you like me to cum?" I have never been asked that before. At first I wasn't sure what to say so I told him, "wherever you like." He put his hands in my hair and unloaded so much into my mouth I wasn't sure I could swallow it all....but I did. I kept on sucking until I had every last drop of him and his firmness was gone. I kissed around his thighs and he said to me "give me five minutes and I will fuck you on the bed."
My expectations are exceeded.
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A girl who is cute, innocent and sweet is actually the girl I *do* want to fuck in the ass. The fantasy of bringing the inner slut out of the cute innocent girl is a big turn on.
In fact, you might want to play that angle of shy girl thinking about exploring all these things she's been afraid to ask for. Just a thought.
Thanks Riff. It is certainly an angle I usually play up because it is pretty true. It came across a little whiny though, now that I read it again.
OMG...I have the exact same worries about being the "Brenda."
I try to be very honest about myself so I don't create disappointment for either of us but still...I worry.
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