… because this week, on my usual visit to the big city, I met up with a new man.

We spent a lovely evening together, and my world looks a bit brighter again.
As my next blog entry I had planned – and started to write – a piece about heart-ache and emotional attachment, a danger lurking on the path of illicit affairs and encounters. I had fallen into this trap a couple of years ago (not entirely surprising with a first affair), which I subsequently tried to avoid by a life-style including multiple relationships. And still, very recently I had a sense of déjà vue, got hurt in very similar ways. But enough of this at the moment– that’s the subject of the next post.

With nicer memories and thoughts on my mind, Leo suggested to write them up while they are still fresh. So here it goes …

About two weeks ago I started to chat with Jerry on MaritalAffairs. He fit my parameters quite well in terms of age group (he gave 48), physical description (around 6’), and he looked quite nice on his photograph, although photos on sites like this are rarely very flattering. Soon we exchanged e-mail addresses and continued our conversations on and off in this way. We told each other about our backgrounds and agreed that we would like to meet. We just had to find a suitable date.

Unfortunately, my time in the big city is fairly limited, and often the one evening per week I have there on my own is taken up with all kinds of engagements, or “play-dates” with one of my friends for that matter. Now for this week I had already a “date” planned (with Carl, whom I have not yet met in person, but we have been chatting for a few months, at times quite extensively on skype – once for almost three hours!), but Carl had already indicated at the end of last week that due to business matters he might not make it after all. So we left the final decision until midday of the day in question, and I told Jerry that if he is free on very short notice, we might be able to meet. As it turned out, Jerry’s wife had left that day for a business trip abroad, which left him open to spontaneous planning (talk about fate!), and Carl was quite happy to re-schedule our meeting (knowing that I could make alternative arrangements left him relieved of guilt for “letting me down”).

During the afternoon Jerry and I exchanged a few messages. He admitted to being quite nervous because he had never met up with anyone from the site before (having joined only a few weeks earlier), and not quite sure of how to go about it. He enquired whether I wanted to meet for drinks or dinner, which type of restaurant I preferred, etc. We agreed on a casual meal, in a place not far from my hotel with a laid-back atmosphere and leaving us all options open depending on how the evening would develop.

We took an instant liking to each other when we met (according to science, apparently subconsciously we decide within the first five seconds of meeting someone whether we like a person or not), and sauntered to our restaurant of choice. Over dinner and a bottle of wine, conversation flowed easily, first about our backgrounds, then about the more delicate subject of conducting affairs. When it came to more intimate details, Jerry sometimes blushed, which I found charming and endearing. Fortunately, for most of the time our table was out of earshot of others, so we could talk freely. At one point, after we had finished our meals, he took my hand and caressed it gently, the first physical contact, after a fleeting kiss when we met. It felt good, it felt right – and it felt natural to walk back together to my hotel.

However, there was a minor hurdle to overcome. Because I am a regular customer at my hotel I am quite well known to staff. Since I do have varying partners, even stay there on rare occasions with my husband, I have to be very discreet and avoid being seen with anyone in the public parts of the hotel. I always explain this to my companions, tell them my room number, and ask them to give me a few minutes to get to my room first before they join me. At the same time, at least for me, this adds to the excitement, brings home the forbidden character of what is to follow.

Following this procedure, Jerry joined me within minutes, and immediately we found ourselves in a tight embrace, kissing – hesitantly at first, but getting more passionate quickly. He explored my body with his hands, taking off my top, unfastening my bra, my jeans soon to follow the accumulating heap of clothes on the floor. While he licked and sucked my nipples, teasing and circling them with the tip of his tongue, I slid my hands under his top, feeling the warmth of his body. By now I was lying on my bed, Jerry kneeling beside me, caressing, exploring, stroking me, while I undid his belt and zip, to release him, and reciprocate his tender attention. With our excitement heating up, and having got rid of all remaining clothing, he set out to work the magic of his tongue on my sweet spot. With the help of a finger or two, delicious ripples of pleasure became waves of pure lust and he let me ride the crest of these waves, finally driving me over the edge. Now I was ready for his rock-hard member, not too big, not too small, to enter me and take me to new heights. It did not take long for him to climax, too – although he tried to hold back. His attempts to do so were not very successful, clearly due to a lengthy period of abstinence, as he apologetically explained to me later while we were cuddling up.

Once we had recovered our breath, our conversation again flowed easily from topic to topic, but this time more centred on sexual matters, covering likes and dislikes, positions, previous experiences. All the while we were caressing and stroking each other. Because of our physical closeness and our animated and animating conversation, it did not take long to feel our desires rise again. This time it was me on top, something I rarely enjoy (which I had mentioned to Jerry) but I clearly did this time, very much to his pleasure. Nevertheless, I cannot hold that position for long (too much work for my taste) and soon I found myself under him again. Between thrusts, Jerry asked for my “real age”, and I confirmed that I really was 52, as my profile states. With a grin he admitted that he had taken a few years off his own age, and that he was in fact 58 (which makes a difference of 10 years!) Well, all I can say is that he did the right thing. Not only does he appear younger than his years, but also I would possibly (probably?) not have considered his initial contact message on the site (even if my filters are set to a slightly wider margin than what I consider as my ideal age-group).

After another round of sticky and sweaty exercise on the bed, the time to part company had come. While waiting for him to finish his shower, I threw on a light kimono and lay on the bed, enjoying the afterglow of the evening. On saying our good-byes we agreed to meet again when an opportunity arises, even if it might be a few months before he has a chance to get away again. When he bent down to me, for a final tight embrace, he cheekily slid his finger between my legs which prompted me to threaten not to let him go as yet. Eventually I had to release him, though, and once he was upright, he licked his finger with a grin and twinkle in his eyes – and off he went, accompanied by my giggles until the door closed behind him.