June 7th
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Posted:Jun 7, 2020 8:11 pm
Last Updated:Jun 10, 2020 6:21 am
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We are one day past the anniversary of one of the most important days in history, the invasion of France by the Allies in 1944. Hundreds of thousands of men, and women, put their lives on the line for freedom.
I wonder what they would think about what is going on in the US right now, and in cities all around the world?
I can't help but think that they would be looking down and shaking their heads, seeing the country they fought for hurting like this.
Wondering why so little had changed ….. wondering why troops were used against their own civilians ….. wondering how their country, that they bled and died was so divided, unwilling work together, with a leader whose actions are scarily similar to the one they fought. One that will obstruct, block, and deflect any hope of progress, no matter what lip service he tweets at the protestors.
That horrible leader, through his actions, caused the free world to unite against him, pushing the greatest generation to feats even they couldn't believe. If we are lucky, and I truly hope we are, our southern cousins will come to the realization that they must unite to remove the abomination from the White House on Nov 3, in such overwhelming numbers that he won't be able to lie his way into staying … and don't think he wouldn't. For the sake of the free world …… please
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It only takes one
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Posted:May 29, 2020 11:29 pm
Last Updated:Jun 1, 2020 12:11 pm
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It only takes one person, although person is too generic a term for this occasion...…. how about
because that's how I feel about it.
minus the claws.
Province was doing great, no active cases of covid-19, things starting to open back , seeing friends, finally, and then one piece of shit decides that the rules, put in place protect us, didn't apply him. He travels across the border Quebec, lying about his reason do so, doesn't bother self-quarantine for days when he returns as our health minister has stipulated, goes work instead and exposes at least 0 people the virus. Causes the hospital close, which forces people needing emergency care go 45 minutes away the next nearest one.
Could be the difference between life or death for someone...… because of this one choice.
So far he has infected, at last count, 8 others, including his infant and 2 90 year olds, and they expect that number climb. They are contact tracing the initial 0 people, and you know how that goes …
So this one entitled bastard changes the lives of everyone around him, his city, region, and possibly whole province, because he thought he knew better.
Did I mention he was a doctor … who worked at the hospital … and saw patients after he came back?
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Yellow Alert?
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Posted:May 28, 2020 2:02 pm
Last Updated:May 29, 2020 10:33 pm
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Well, here in NB [New Brunswick for those of you not familiar with provincial abbreviations, and also not New Jersey, in case any were wondering] we have moved to phase yellow, from phase orange, which means an easing of the restrictions on social distancing.
Now for some [the idiots who decided the precautions didn't apply them] it will go un-noticed as they try to hook up with anyone, anywhere, and anytime.
But for the common sense people out there, being able to hug a friend again is a relief, or just to look up a friend to see how they are doing.
Ok, so not the look you thought but I bet it made you smile …. a little.
Checking in on a friend …….
Now remember, going back out in public means you have change from your in the house garb to some going out in public clothes, or people may look [a la Walmart did you see that! look]
Summer dress season is here too, so keep an eye out for sights 
Here's to a safe and sexy summer 
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Make one person smile
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Posted:May 3, 2020 8:02 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2020 8:06 pm
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It's a good day if you can make one person smile, especially in light of our current situation, and since social distancing makes face face chuckling unwise [no matter what some think], here are a few that hopefully cause your lips twitch a little.
Hang in there and stay strong
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Happy Valentine's Day part 4
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Posted:Feb 15, 2020 3:34 pm
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2020 7:25 pm
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As she rolls over, he puts one hand under her head so he can put the pillow back under her head. Blindfold still securely in place, she settles back for more. Her body is tingling all over already, but she knows there is more to come, and hopefully cum. She wiggles to get comfortable and wonders where he will start. Will it be her feet, her head, or maybe in the middle, although she has a feeling he might be leaving that til last. He does like to tease and please and tease some more. She can sense him walking around her, stopping for a second, and then continuing. What is he doing, besides teasing me, runs through her head.
Finally he touches her feet and lightly traces his fingers up her legs, along her inner thighs, parting as they near her panties, lightly brushing over her lips, across her stomach, splitting again to circle her breasts, and coming back together to cup her face, and he kisses her on the lips. She moves to bring her hands up to his face and he tells her to put her hands down. He reminds her that she can’t move or touch anything until she is given permission to. Do I have to tie your hands down, he asks. She shivers at the thought of it as they had experimented with light bondage in the past, and it was a real turn-on for both of them. She can feel his breath on her face as he kisses her again and asks her if she is enjoying her present so far. Her wordless sigh of pleasure is all the response she gives.
He starts to gently massage her head, running his fingers through her hair, down to her neck, and around her face, lightly working her temples, and then down to her shoulders. Before her puts her to sleep, he moves to her arms, one at a time, and then to her chest, taking care to avoid her breasts. He teases all around them, and then moves down to her stomach, tracing small circles across it, each circle getting lower and lower, getting nearer and nearer to where she wanted his hands, and much more to be. He runs his hands along her sides, across her stomach and then down to her legs. The little whimper that she lets out lets him know what she wants, but he’s not ready to give her what she wants, not yet. At her whimper, he walks back up to her head, leans in and tells her with a smile that good things come to those that wait. At that she wiggles and smiles back. He moves back down the table.
His hands now start massaging her lower legs, taking his time on each one, working her muscles, making sure no spot is missed, and then slowly, almost painfully slow, past her knees and to her thighs. He focusses on the outer part of her leg, only occasionally letting a hand stray along her inner thigh, just enough to tease. Finally his hands move to work her inner thighs and as they get closer and closer to where she wants them, her bum raises ever so slightly off of the table.
His hands stop their movement and then she feels a kiss on her stomach, which causes her bum to come up even more. Another kiss a little lower and she starts to moan. Lower again and her bum drops to the table and she moves her hands to his head in an attempt to force his head even lower. His head comes up and he tells her that she broke the rules again …..hmmmm, what should I do he wonders out loud. He stands up from the table and takes one of her hands, pulling it back down to her side. She then feels a soft cloth being tied around her wrist. Can’t have you breaking the rules he says. Before she can respond she feels another set of hands taking her other hand and doing the same on the other side.
Her mind is racing …….
Until tomorrow
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Happy Valentine's Day part 3
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Posted:Feb 13, 2020 12:37 pm
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2020 10:15 am
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With her eyes covered, she had to rely on her other senses, so she was able to hear the click of the door as he turned the knob to enter. The sound of the door opening was like a quick intake of breath, almost identical to the one she let escape simultaneously. She could tell that he was barefoot his footsteps as he walked up to her and took her her hand. He slid a hand around her waist and proceeded to guide her out of the bedroom. With one hand on her hip and the other in her hand, he led her down the hall to the guest bedroom, but they didn’t stop there. She could feel him turning her and carefully start to guide her down the stairs, their bare feet echoing off of the hardwood steps. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he sun her around which left her a little disorientated. Continuing on, he could be leading her anywhere. Maybe to twenty steps and pressure from his hands prompted her to stop. She could sense him sliding past her, letting one hand trail over her ass and across her stomach as he did so. The sound of another door opening and him moving back behind her, to resume guiding her.
Into a room they went, she was pretty sure it was a family room, but she could not be positive. A few more steps and they stopped again. Pressure on one shoulder and the opposite hip told her that he wanted her to turn around, and she did. Then slight pressure on both hips moved her backwards not even half a step before she felt something bump up against her bum. Her hands automatically moved back to the obstruction as he moved his hands around her waist to steady her. As she put her hands on what was behind her she found that it was quite warm and felt like a blanket, but solid. She could feel his breath on her as his voice whispered right in her ear, I want you to sit up on what is behind you, and don’t worry, I won’t let you fall. His hands moved back to her waist and he helped her hop up on the object behind her. As she sat on it, she found that it was not her imagination, it was quite comfortably warm, almost like an electric blanket, except they didn’t own one, that she know of. His hands moved down to her legs and with pressure on them, she could tell he wanted her to swing them onto the surface she was on, and she did. His hands moved up her body, slowly, up to her shoulders again, with one moving to her back. Pressure once again let her know she should lay down. Trusting him, she slowly let herself lay flat, and she found she was on some sort of padded table that was heated. They had talked about a massage table, but it had not gotten past the talk about it stage. It did feel very nice, comfortable and heated to just the right temperature that she did not feel the least bit chilly. Laying back all the way, it seemed that there was even an attachment and pillow for her head to rest on.
Laying flat on the table, the anticipation of what was to come was making her wet. As she moved her hand to touch herself, she felt his hand on the arm, stopping her motion and returning the arm to where it was. "You have to lay there and not touch anything until I give you permission to, do you understand?" Yes, you breathe in response. She can sense him moving around her head and to her other side, pausing for a few seconds and then moving next to her. Roll over on your stomach he tells her, and she does. As she rolls over, he removes her head pillow so her face can sit comfortably in the headrest. She can feel him standing right next to her head and then his hands start massaging her shoulders, neck and back. His fingers know all the spots that she loves, taking the time to go down her arms, down to the tips of her fingers, never lingering too long in any one area.
From her upper back, he moves to the small of her back, working that spot just above her ass that he know never fails to make her wiggle. Running his hands up her spine, then lightly down her sides is almost like torture sometimes, but an exquisite, pleasurable torture. He slowly slides his hands down over her ass so he can massage her bum, which is her favourite massage spot. He could touch her ass all day and it wouldn’t be enough! His fingers move all around her pussy and asshole, but aside from an occasional brush they continue to tease and tempt while kneading her ass. The addition of the body suit adds a completely new sensation, probably for both of them. His hand slides under her hips for a second which makes her raises her hips, and as she does, he unzips one of the zippers, revealing her bare ass and panties. The next thing she feels is a light kiss on her ass, which causes a low moan to escape her lips. Her legs now receive his attention as he continues working his way down her body, massaging, stroking, teasing, and exciting her. He would run his hands up her legs, coming closer and closer to her already wet panties, but he would always stop just short, sometimes letting his hands part just before and slide on either side of her. He worked her feet, kneading each foot, each toe in turn, and although she was usually quite ticklish down there, her heightened arousal would only let her focus on that, and not the tickling.
Time to roll over he says to her...…
to be continued …..
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Happy Valentine's Day part 2
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Posted:Feb 9, 2020 12:40 pm
Last Updated:Feb 10, 2020 1:14 pm
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After what seemed like 30 minutes, but was probably more like 10, he walks back into the bedroom, with 4 boxes held in his hands. One box was quite large while the other 3 were small. As she started to ask him a question he put one finger to his mouth in a shhhhhing motion, and handed her an envelope that had been sitting on top of the boxes. With that, he put the boxes on her dresser, and slowly backed out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.
As she looked at the envelope in her hands, she could see OPEN THIS FIRST was written on it, so not wanting to upset the order of things, she tore it open to see what was in store for her. A note wishing her a Happy Valentine’s Day greeted her, as well as providing instructions for what she should do next. As she read the instructions, she could hear his voice in her head, "You will find numbers on the bottom of each box and you must open each box in order, 1 through 4, and follow the instructions contained in each box". Curiosity building, she quickly turned each box over to find #1, which turned out to be one of the small boxes. Before opening it, she laid the other boxes out in order, small, small, large, and finally small. Fighting her urge to go right to #4, she opened box #1. Within there was tissue paper, which she fished around in, finding 2 small boxes but no instructions. Knowing his fondest for fun and games, she looked a little closer and found the instruction written on a piece of paper taped to the inside of the box lid.
This note started off by asking her how long it took her to find this, and she couldn’t help but laugh as she read it. He knew her so well! Open these two tokens of my love for you, and wear them knowing that they will draw men’s, and women's, eyes to you whenever you wear them. After all, shouldn’t a beautiful woman be admired? Inside the first little box was a set of crystal earrings that she had recently been admiring. He certainly pays attention she thought as she rand her fingers over them before putting them on. The second box was also jewelry, an ankle bracelet, blingy like he knows I love. She knew how much he loved her legs, and he enjoyed the admiring glances she received when they were out in public. After putting it on, she wished he there with her to see them on her, but that would happen soon enough. As it was, she settled for admiring how they looked on her in her reflection from their full length mirror.
Box number two contained a red bra and panty set. The note read, jewelry are tokens that others can see, these are tokens that only a select few will ever get to see. The bra clasped in the front and was a match for a few that she already owned. Someone had been snooping in her lingerie drawer! The matching panties were lace, with a split crotch and a row of pearls running between the split. She knew he loved it when she went commando or wore crotchless panties, as did she, but this was her first pair like this. Sliding them up her legs and over her ass, feeling the pearls against her, made her wiggle around a bit. She liked the way they made her feel.
Box three was the large box. She thought it would be a dress, but when she opened it, it was something to wear, but it wasn’t a dress. It was a red, wet look, body suit. Taking it out of the box, she saw that it had zippers in all the right places, down the front, down to and up from her ass, providing easy access to the right people. The note attached to it read, I love the feel of this material, especially when you are wearing it. Slipping it on and zippering up proved to be a little challenge, but scant minutes later she was ready to move on to the fourth and final box. The sensation of the body suit, and panties, against her skin made her mind wander in pleasure. Refocusing to the task at hand, would the last box be something else to wear and would it be red to match what she was wearing? Before she opened the last box, she took a second to appreciate the effort he had gone through in planning this. She would definitely have to show him how much this meant to her.
Opening the last, small, box, the note was sitting on top of the tissue paper. It read, once you put this last piece on you may not talk unless asked a question. Just before you put it on, knock on the bedroom door to let me know you are ready, and I will be in 30 seconds later to get you. Underneath the tissue paper was a black blindfold. Examining it, it looked very comfortable and she wondered how good it would work. Trying it on, she found that it blocked out all light. What did he have in mind? Only one way to find out she thought. She removed the blindfold, moved over to the bedroom door, firmly knocked on it a few times, moved back over to the bed to sit on it and slid the blindfold back over her eyes. Her heart stars to beat faster and faster as she waits for the door to open.
Her ears suddenly hear ...
to be continued
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Happy Valentine's Day part 1
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Posted:Feb 7, 2020 7:53 pm
Last Updated:Feb 28, 2021 5:32 pm
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He told her he had something special planned for her for Valentine’s Day, but no matter how much she tried to get it of him, he wouldn’t give her even the slightest clue. She tried all her usual tricks strategies on him, no avail as he knew how keep his cards close his vest when he was planning something for her. He knew how much she loved a surprise, he would go all the way make it happen. So as the day approached she kept her eyes ears open, but he let nothing slip, the bastard lol.
The morning of the th started off with breakfast in bed her favorite flowers, daisies, in a vase beside the bed. Relaxing in bed, inhaling the scent of the flowers, sharing the breakfast he had prepared for them, she leaned in asked him if this was her surprise. No, he whispered back, good things come those that wait.
After breakfast they stepped into the shower, together, to conserve water they always joked, enjoyed taking turns washing each other, getting those spots that are so hard get by yourself. Then it was for a day of downhill skiing fresh air. He always said he admired her form on the slopes, she knew there was more that, it never failed make her smile.
With the skiing behind them, it was off their favorite restaurant for supper. A nice wine, sharing each other's meal, great company, excellent service made the whole experience wonderfully delicious. Her mind did keep going back what he was going do cap off the day, but he still wouldn’t give anything away. On the drive home after supper he had that knowing little smile on his that she had seen so many times in the past. She knew she would enjoy what was come settled back into her seat, just enjoyed the sensation of him sitting beside her..
Pulling into the driveway, they got of the car once they parked, walked into the house, went upstairs change of their skiwear. I need do something he said, so take your time but you can’t come of the bedroom I come get you. I shouldn’t be too long. Her smile nod was all the response he needed. As she enjoyed a few more minutes, taking the time pick something he would like on her. Her thoughts kept drifting her surprise as she knew it couldn't be too much longer.
To be continued tomorrow …..
This story was first written posted 2 years ago by has been updated edited as I always want fiddle with words lol.
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Where the mind takes us
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Posted:Nov 16, 2019 7:30 pm
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2020 9:06 pm
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All too often the weaker sex, when it comes to sexuality, fails to that it all starts upstairs.
Try as they may … or should I say, fail as they may, they persist in sending the inane messages, or worse, the generic dick pic, in an attempt "charm" a woman.
When they fail, and do they do so spectacularly at times, engage a woman's mind, over and over and over again, it's a head shaker.
It's not rocket science, although for some … a lot ….. many ….. but seems like the fuckin' majority, it is.
All that is needed "uncover the great mystery" is listen [asking a lot], and observe, [see previous comment in brackets] women. Listen what kind of pics most like see [NOT DICK PICS] and, horror of horrors, ask them why they like them. You just may learn something!!
A picture that leaves something the imagination gets the mind going, and if you can manage that, you just may ignite an ember of interest that has a chance, and just a chance, of growing into a flame.
So instead of the phallic phail pic, why not try another body part that might make her want to see more, cause when it comes right down to it, showing her everything right of the gate removes the sense of anticipation and daydreaming flights of fantasy about what may lay underneath. Sexual imagination can be a powerful force.
If you haven't figured out by now that each woman is different, don't get discouraged, you are not alone.... not even close! And no, I am not talking about age, hair colour, height, or body type. What turns her on starts in her mind. Notice how I keep coming back that? That's a hint that it is important.
It is up you find what she likes, and doesn't like. So instead of just sending her an unsolicited pic, ask her if she would like a pic of you, or better yet, wait for her ask you for a pic and ask her what she would like see [go with option 2 when in doubt]. And it should not have be said, but I will, a pic of you, not "borrowed" from the net, she will find … and so will her friends.
And yes, I realize that the ones need read this won't, as it would take away from their looking at pictures time, but if does [winning the lotto chance of that] it would be …….. a freakin' miracle lol.
But it was fun to write 
And I didn't post a pic of me because no one asked lol 
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Sounds plausible .............. lol
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Posted:Aug 15, 2019 6:33 pm
Last Updated:Sep 26, 2019 7:47 pm
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I am Patricia from , how are you
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Your profile says you are from Dartmouth.
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i was there when i join this site
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Why did you leave?
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no i came here with mom to visit
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That's nice, sure he appreciates it. What do you do in Dartmouth then?
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i am not doing anything but am in now
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Are you going back to Dartmouth?
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i cant teell untill i met the right guy here and know where we will meet
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So you don't plan on returning to Dartmouth then?
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Don't you think you should change your profile location to then?
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no cos i need the right so when i meet him i will go off here so that is nothing
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I take it your profile picture is not of you then?
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oh think that okay
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Is that a pic of you on your profile?
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why this quetion?do you think am to use someone pic/
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I think it is a fair question where you are using a false location, don't you think?
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i said i was there when i join this site
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read what i write
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Oh, I read it but as only 7% of the people in are white, and the pic is of a white woman, it is a reasonable question.
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What street did you live on in Dartmouth? I know the area
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And did you ever attend any of the lifestyle parties in the city?
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What do you do for work?
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I work for the RCMP cyber-crimes task force btw, please stay on the line
Too much? 
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Taking a chance
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Posted:Aug 2, 2019 7:16 am
Last Updated:Oct 28, 2019 2:27 pm
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She had noticed him online and something about him had piqued her curiosity, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Almost like an itch that wanted to be scratched but that she couldn't reach. She had an urge to act on it and meet him for a drink but she kept pulling away each time, going so far as to ask him out for that dink, but never setting a time and place for it. He never seemed to get upset though, almost as if he knew she was hesitant and was giving her some space to make up her mind. His lack of pushiness further intrigued her, teasing at her mind, and as we all know, the mind can be a wonderful and electrifying thing lol.
Their online chats were funny, sexy, and lively, with obvious chemistry.... or at least that's what she thought, and hoped he did too. You never know what the person is really thinking as you can't see their face, as you would if they were sitting across from you.
With that gnawing at the back of her brain, a few weeks later she decided to take that chance and arranged a time and place to meet this itch, face to face, to see if he was as captivating in person as he was online. To set her mind at ease, as he could sense she was nervous about meeting, he told her it would be a talk only drink, with no expectations, at a Timmies [Tim Horton's coffee shop for those of you unfamiliar with the Canadian institution lol].
A part of her was a little disappointed as the naughty part of her wanted to squeeze that ass that teases from his profile, but she realized he was putting those ground rules in place for her peace of mind. She even told him in one of her chats that she wanted to grab that bum when they meet, and being the tease that he is, he sent her a pic of his ass to torment her a little more, one that she had not seen before. It made her laugh [the act, not the pic. She still wanted a handful lol].
The night before they were to meet, they were chatting and teasing back and forth, and she asked him what he was going to wear tomorrow, and he told her and asked her the question in return, as a good conversationalist would. As coyly as possible to be in an online chat, she asked him if he had a preference for what she should wear. No surprise to her, he had a quick answer for her, and not the one she was expecting. She thought he would want her to wear Jeans or something else that would show off her very shapely ass, but he asked if she could wear a skirt, to show off her legs and it would probably be cooler too. Sure!! she said, you want me to wear a skirt to be "cooler" lol. She told him he would have to wait til tomorrow to see  .
The next day, she decided to get there minutes early so she could watch him walk in and get a good view of his ass lol. Timmies was close by and a quick 2 minute walk later she was walking in the door, and ordering her drink. As she turned around to find a seat with a good view of the door, she saw him sitting with a good view of the door, with a big smile on his face. With a laugh, she walked over to him as he stood up, and they both said "nice to finally meet you" at the time as they hugged. He smells gooooood went through her mind as they sat across from each other. He complimented her on her outfit and thanked her for choosing a skirt. Just for you babe she teased.
They talked and bantered back and forth and she was pleasantly surprised that his online personality was the as his in-person one was. She had lost track of how many times that had not been the case! There was some light touching going on, a hand here, an arm there, an "accidental" brush of his leg with her foot, with an oops, sorry from her, that he answered with a knowing wink. From their online chats, he knew some of the things she liked, and as they seemed to be clicking, he asked her if she wanted to try something that she might really like. With her mind racing a bit, what do you have in mind, she asked?
He leaned in across the table and she leaned in as well to hear his idea. He looked her in the eyes, smiled, and then whispered that he knew she had an exhibitionist itch that wanted to be scratched and he wanted to take a video of her on his phone, right here, right now, playing with herself under the table. He asked her to hike up her skirt a bit, spread her legs, pull her panties to the side, and play with her clit and slide a finger or two into her pussy while he recorded it. Once she was done he would show the video to her and then she could delete it from his phone. Wouldn't you want to keep it, she asked? No need, he said, I'll have the memory of it to keep me happy .
She quickly made up her mind and told him she didn't want to do that. He smiled and replied, not a problem, and if you change your mind, let me know . He settled back in to their conversation without a trace of disappointment and she let the talk flow for a couple of minutes before she told him she had changed her mind and he had better get his phone ready. His "are you sure" was met with a small smile and a little moan.
A few all too fast minutes later, with a huge grin, she was watching the video he had shot of her. Being able to see people in the background, oblivious to what she was doing was a huge turn-on! She thanked him for helping her bring one of her fantasies to life and handed his phone back to him. As he put it away, she told him that she hadn't deleted the video as she wanted him to have more than just a memory of it  . He thanked her and asked her what had changed her mind about going ahead with it. Your reaction to my saying no, she said. I really wanted to do it, and your being cool with my no was all I needed to do it. I trust I was a good model, she asked? Do you see me complaining??
to be continued??
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