By new_passion30on Friday, September 26, 2008 - 11:48 pm
34 Y/O professionally employed black man tired of the "empty inbox" looking for a sensual, passionate woman for NSA in Central Illinois or close by. Loves affection, kissing and gives the best hot oil massage. E-mail me new_passion30@yahoo.com
The Empty Inbox
I sat staring at the all too often site that haunted me for the last few weeks. “No new messages.” I had placed the personal ad hoping to meet someone like myself, lonely, romantic and sitting waiting to find my match on the other end of the wire. I was caught in the middle too freaky for the “relationship” sites and too romantic for the “alternative” sites. Still I persisted:
Good looking, attached black male. Professional, intelligent well endowed, romantic and passionate seeks intelligent woman for conversation and adventurous, erotic times. Understands my most effective sex organ is between my ears and not my legs. Good kisser, gives great massages…gentleman NSA.
Day after day, I stared at an empty inbox as my feelings of desire built. I was void of satisfaction, yet full of passion. I continued the futile task of finding the lady that would be the beneficiary of everything I had bottled inside. But, I continued to find SPAM and desperate messages from undercover gay guys and transvestites.
I turned my back for just a moment and heard the familiar ring that indicates someone wants to talk. She said she had seen me online and thought she would send me a message. We shared casual details about one another but the conversation took a hungry turn toward the realm of our unmet sexual needs. We traded overt banter that easily tipped off we were looking for physical satisfaction first and friendship second. Her name was Cass. She seemed to hesitate before the message came across my screen:
“What are you doing now?”
I lied and told her I was working. Persistent and bordering on aggressive she said:
“Why don’t you save that work ‘til later and do something fun.”
We agreed to meet somewhere public initially.
She was cute. Her body was perfect for my taste. She's no Barbie Doll. Thick in the waist, thighs, ample breasts--yes she's thick. For a moment, although we had been very intimate in our e-mails there was an uneasy greeting with a hug that was just as awkward. I offered her a seat and she immediately stated she wanted to go somewhere quieter. We got into my car and she requested that I drive out of town. We drove for a few minutes and, as we stopped at a light she told me that she was very happy to see me and touched my leg lightly. I smiled at her approval and missed the green light until the car behind me blew with impatience. Her hand remained on my leg as she gave me directions to a secluded park. As I chose a location we chatted easily. Getting acquainted, laughing and joking was something I hadn't experienced in a long time. We got out of the car and walked while we continued to chat and held hands like new lovers. Cass began with how she has been unsatisfied with her sex life lately and really wanted to explore more and find someone sincere that would respect her boundaries but satisfy her needs as well. She went on to say that she was not a woman that readily slept around but she has needs and felt a certain lure to me in particular. She told me that this meeting was a rare occurrence. Not only that she said that we would have to remain very open minded about what was about to happen. With that, she drew closer and put her lips softly upon mine and placed her hand knowingly on the back of my head. I felt her tongue pierce my mouth in warm contrast to the chilly Autumn air all around us. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her body close to mine. Not wanting to be too anxious and go too fast, I didn't wander to much. It was then that I felt her hand introduce itself to the front of my khakis and massaged the region to life. I felt then that it was safe to move my hands a little farther down and see what the rear of her offered. I was happy to find a sexy feminine mound that my hand easily contoured to fit. I squeezed gently and began a soft massage that prompted her to pull herself toward me and begin slow grinding against me. She asked if we could go back to my car because she was "cold." I obliged with a smile.
I started my waiting SUV and she found her way to the back and made herself at home by putting a movie on. I joined her there and we immediately picked up where we left off. She urged me not to worry, that this place was safe from onlookers. We kissed passionately and began shedding clothing as if we were inside. Her skin was soft and pleasing to touch. She began a low moan that became an outward gasp as I slowly entered her. I felt her tense around me as she became more lubricated to accept everything I had to give. I paused to savor the moment of entry. Her eyes stared widely into mine as she released a high pitched squeal. She reached around and pulled me deeper into her. I retreated against her advances toward compete penetration. I was on top. I was n control. She found her way from under me and turned her back, mounted me hastily and slid down my shaft in a sensual hunger. Her ass was round and moved in unison with her every motion. I couldn't resist the desire to grab on with both hands and slide deeper inside her. I felt all of the sexual frustration leak from inside her onto my midsection as she leaned back and kissed me over her shoulder. Her hands bracing her weight spanned the length from the third row to the front seat and mine clasped firmly over each of her breasts. I could feel her opening and closing around me in spastic, sensual convulsions accentuating the nearly anonymous pleasure that comes from heightened euphoria from spontaneous sex with a near perfect stranger. It was a passionately erotic game of twister. A game in which we ultimately ended up exhausted and both winners.
We sat and continued our easy conversation on the leather interior with our sweaty bodies intertwined as if they were bonded together. The next time we'll find a little more privacy and a lot more passion.
