Romantic Erotica
"The Rendezvous" a sex story by Jack McAdams
Jake received an ad in his email at work from an adult personals site that read:
"Attractive 30something, sexy female looking for a rugged/handsome man, 30 to 50 for discreet afternoon fun with no strings attached. Soccer mom's need love too. 2hot2handle".
He usually deleted all spam without looking at it but, according to the profile, the ad was placed by a woman living in his general area, so out of curiosity, he joined the personals web site and replied. Her profile page interested Jake. The photo on it, with the face blurred, was a nude of a very shapely woman sitting with her legs crossed at the ankles, leaning into the camera, arms crossed over her legs.
Jake used his personal email and sent the woman a message :"Your ad is interesting and I sure like your picture. I'm 6' 1'', 179 pounds, good physical shape, also looking for discreet afternoon fun and I live in your zip code. Can we talk?"
They communicated back and forth and the woman, who said her name was Beth, was in the same situation as Jake. Married, didn't want a divorce, but married sex had grown stale after twelve years. She wanted a little excitement in her life, someone to have fun sex with that did not want a long term relationship. Jake liked the way she wrote and they exchanged two full-body pictures before they agreed to send each other a head shot. She was funny, sexy and beautiful, a combination Jake couldn't resist.
After a few weeks of online flirting, they worked their personal schedules around until they finally found a day and time that was good for both of them. Today was that day, but the time had been an hour ago, and here he sat, three bourbons after the agreed upon meeting time, assuming she changed her mind.
He sat at a tiny table, almost two o'clock in the afternoon, nursing his third drink, when she came in the door. Her body in the thin sundress was silhouetted by the sunlight behind her, legs slim and shapely in three inch heels, shoulder length auburn hair, and long red nails, so much sexier than his wife's practical short hair and nails. She removed her sun glasses, letting her eyes get used to the dim light in the bar, spotted him, and approached his table, her heels tapping on the tile floor. He liked the dress, it had eight half-dollar size buttons down the front, and the bottom one was open, flashing her legs as she walked. She hesitated in the dim light, uncertain, "Jake?"
He smiled his slow smile, "Beth," standing up.
She pulled out the other chair and sat down, knees together, back straight, her black clutch in her lap, sunglasses pushed back on her head.
"I like your beard; you didn't have it in the picture."
"It comes and goes. I grow it for a few months and then shave it off."
"You look good in it."
"Thanks. That's what my wife says."
"Husbands never listen to wives."
He raised his hand. "Don't go there."
She smiled mischievously. "Sorry I'm late, I got tied up. Have you been here long?"
"About an hour. I was going to leave when I finished this drink."
"Sorry. Maybe we should do this another time."
"We're finally here now," he said mildly, "You might not get your courage up again."
The waitress appeared and she ordered coffee.
"You're prettier than your picture," he said, sipping his bourbon.
"Thank you. I can never seem to take good self-photos and I uh, could hardly ask my husband to take one of me like the one I sent you."
He smiled, thought of the pictures he'd received in his personal email, each one sexier than the last and felt the beginning stirrings of arousal, "When you came in the door, I could see right through your dress. You've got beautiful legs."
"Thank you again, I bought the dress special for today."
The waitress brought her coffee, raised her eyebrows at him but he shook his head, handed her a $20.
Beth sipped her coffee, looking around at the empty restaurant.
"You don't look like my type," she said, "But I guess you'll do."
"Oh? What's your type?"
"Most men, at least men I knew when I was younger, aren't as big as you, not as rugged looking."
He shrugged, "Can't change genetics."
She nodded, sat quietly, looking around, and sipping her coffee.
Their talk was small, when they talked at all, mainly sipping their drinks, looking at each other when the other one wasn't watching.
"You seem nervous."
"I am a little," she smiled, "I know a lot of people in this town and you know how easily gossip gets started.
He nodded. He had picked this part of town because it was away from the area they lived in.
They sat in silence, sipping their drinks, and he said, "I'll even tell you I love you, if you want me too."
She smiled again, "Old line. I don't think that's necessary."
He finished his drink, glanced at his watch, "What do you think?" he asked softly.
She looked him in the eyes, Jake thinking it could go either way, and then she smiled, "I'm ready."
"Let's take my car," he pulled her chair out for her and they walked toward the door and the bright summer sun.
"I've never really done this kind of thing before. Have you?" she asked.
"Nope, I'm a virgin too." He took her hand and they exchanged smiles. "Don't worry. We're clear across town from where you live, and I doubt we'll run into any one you know."
She nodded.
When they left the bar, they got in his car and drove out the interstate to the Family Inn All Suites Hotel. She didn't pretend she didn't know what for. He went to the desk and made his request while she waited outside, then he drove around to the back entrance.
"Give me the key," she said, "and I'll unlock the door."
Inside the room, she moved easily into his arms, pressing her body full length against his, inhaling his aroma; a clean smell, just a touch of aftershave; she hated guys that doused themselves in cologne.
They kissed standing up beside the bed. His left hand pressed gently into the small of her back, and his right spanned the distance between her bare shoulder blades. Her skin was smooth and cool under his hand, the scent of vanilla and cinnamon in her hair. She teased him with her tongue, felt the swell in his slacks, opened her mouth, touched his tongue with hers, inviting him in. The kiss went on until she pulled away, leaving them both breathless. She smiled at his sharp intake of breath, watching his eyes, as she slowly unbuttoned the seven remaining buttons of her dress and peeled it off her shoulders. Her teal bra was transparent, breasts swelling around the top of it, pink nipples straining against the thin fabric. She turned and laid the dress over a chair, revealing that her matching panties were actually a thong. Her thigh high stockings had a delicate lace border at the top, something Jake found incredibly sexy.
He pulled his golf shirt over his head, tossed it aside, slipped quickly out of his pants.
She walked around the bed still wearing her heels, her round ass swaying invitingly, pulled back the covers, stepped out of her shoes and knelt on the bed, hands on her knees, watching Jake. His erection protruded from the top of his briefs and he jerked them off in his haste to touch her. His hand trembled as it moved between her legs and found the fabric soaked.
"I like that," he smiled, moved the thong aside, and caressed her vulva; "You're ready aren't you?"
She smiled, felt the satisfaction of desiring and being desired in return, and whispered "Yes, I've been thinking about this for days, I want you."
Jake reached around her back to unsnap her bra, searched for and couldn't find the hooks.
"Let me," she giggled, unsnapping the bra in front, between the cups, allowing her breasts to swing free. He held one in each hand, rubbed the nipples with his thumbs and guided her down to the bed onto her back. He sucked one nipple and then the other, feeling them tighten under his tongue. She stroked his erection, put her mouth on it, and licked down the sensitive underside, causing it to jerk. Beth took the head of his penis into her mouth, moving up and down on it, cupping his balls in her hands. Jake groaned with pleasure.
He moved down in the bed, motioned her to turn around, her legs spread on either side of his head. Leaning up he tasted her, intoxicated by her sweet fragrance, unlike any other woman he'd ever been with, speared his tongue between her lips, causing her to moan, swallowing her nectar. He found the hard knot of her clitoris, swirled his tongue around it, using his fingers to open her, sucking as she bucked against him. His orgasm came on too fast for him to stop but he stayed with her, using his tongue and fingers until she shuddered and climaxed.
As they untangled, she pulled the pillow case off one of the pillows, wiped his semen from her chin and breasts.
"I'm sorry," he said, "It happened so quick I couldn't stop it. God you're good at that."
She smiled at him, "Oh, you like the way I do this?" She lowered her head to his partially erect penis, stroked and sucked it back to life, a feat Jake would have thought impossible in so short a time.
When he was hard again, she motioned to him. "Come here," she said, rolling onto her back, pulling the thong down over her hips and knees and kicked it off her feet. He moved between her legs, found the center of her wetness and slid easily inside her. Beth held his face between her hands, kissing him deeply, his excitement fueling hers as he moved inside her. She thrust against him and they moved in perfect synchronization until a strong orgasm flooded her body, aftershocks continuing inside her. He kept moving and she climaxed a second time before Jake did, crying out into her open mouth.
He collapsed, wrapping her in his arms, a minute or more before he could speak.
"That was great, baby," he said, "It hasn't felt like that in a long time."
"I know," Beth purred, her head on his chest, trailing her long red, fingernails down his arm, "Isn't it great to have sex and not have to be quiet because the kids might hear."
"Yeah, we need to do this more often."
"How about now?" she asked.
He laughed, "You should have advertised for a twenty-year-old. I've got to admit Susan, I didn't know what to think when I got the first email at work, if it was a joke or if you were screwing around and I got the email by accident or what. I recognized the ankle bracelet I gave you for Christmas on the first picture but you never let on at home that anything was going on the whole time we were flirting back and forth on the internet."
"That would have ruined the suspense. But I'm curious about one thing, why did you answer the ad in the first place?"
"I'm not sure because you know how bad I hate spam. There was just something about your email, maybe the 'rugged/handsome' part because you always tell me that's what I am. It was so cool living our normal life, knowing what you were up to behind the scenes. Exchanging the pictures, flirting, and your hot emails were great but today was the payoff. I was so horny; I thought you never would get here."
She laughed, "I wanted you to be good and ready when I walked in the door."
"By the way," he asked, "Where did you come up with the name of 'Beth'?"
"It sounded very domestic to me, like a poor frustrated women whose husband ignored her, some guy that worked all the time, and kept doing things like shaving off his beard when she didn't want him to; you know, a really pitifully abused woman." She giggled, "Beside from your emails, it seemed to turn you on; should I change my name permanently?"
"No, I like your real name. How did you come up with this idea?" He kissed her.
"I got the idea from an Oprah show about keeping a marriage exciting. It's hard for me to feel sexy while I'm dealing with the kids and keeping house. Usually I'm so exhausted all I can do is fall in bed at night. Sex has been pretty blah for quite a while for both of us and I wanted to put some heat back into it. I miss it as much as you do. Besides, it's been fun dressing up in sexy clothes for a change. Just thinking about posting the pictures on the internet and reading the responses has been a huge turn on."
He grinned, "So how many replies did you get to your ad?"
"I don't think that's any of your business," she teased.
"Oh Come on. And how many did you answer?"
"I got four hundred and fifty-something responses and I flirted with a few guys but I only sent the really good pictures to one person; some beat-up ole guy with a beard. He just kept begging and begging, so I took pity on him."
"When you first came in the door, for a split second I didn't recognize you with the long hair and the bright red, long fingernails. And then you got up close, and I saw the green eyes instead of your blue and I was really blown away."
She laughed her throaty laugh, "It's all an illusion, buddy. Just think for what the wig, fake nails, colored contacts, new dress and shoes, plus the matching underwear cost, you could have hired a high priced hooker for the afternoon."
Jake laughed, "I'd rather have you," and kissed her again. God he loved this woman, "That dress you wore today is some kind of hot. Be sure and bring it when we go to Vegas for our anniversary on the eighteenth."
"Nineteenth," she corrected him. "I hope you don't get too attached to me in that thong, I'm afraid it's going to take me awhile to get used to it."
"Oh, you won't need any underwear for that trip."
Susan sat up and smiled down at her husband, "I won't huh? Just what do you have in mind? What theme is it? Another country song?"
He grinned, "Yeah, 'The Gambler'."
"That sounds, well, interesting."
"It will be."
"I love you, Jake."
"I love you too Beth - I mean Susan," shielding himself as she slugged him in the shoulder.
She looked at her watch, "Sorry Bubba, but Cinderella is about to turn into a pumpkin. I've got to get home, put on some paint stained shorts and a baggy old t-shirt and go pick up the kids. They wouldn't recognize me otherwise. As it is the dog will probably bite me when I pull into the garage."
"I'll pick up the kids; you go shopping or do what you want the rest of the day." Jake smiled at her.
"Really? Wow, if I had known you were going to do that, I could have set something up with one of those other guys after I got rid of you. One young guy was really hot for me," Susan laughed, jumping out of bed as he lunged for her.
Originally published January 2006 - "Spanked!"