This is the story of my search for a ‘friend with benefits’ or fuck-buddy on the internet.

I was attracted to this one by the slightly diffident tone of the advertisement on a sex contact web site and this lady, Sue, was some years younger than me, at the lower end of my preferred age range, but was quite local so seemed worth a try. She said she was divorced for many years without c***dren and looking to meet someone for sex, and there was no mention of looking for a lifetime partner. We exchanged mails for a while, and hers were less saucy than most which was a refreshing change from some of the very ‘in your face’ exchanges with others. I am broadminded and really frank messages don’t bother me, but it is nice to save something for later. The same with photos – starting with a full wide open shot of a pussy sends the wrong sort of message. Well anyway, this lady was much more restrained in text and photos which I appreciated. After some exchanges we agreed to a preliminary meeting one Friday evening for a drink and a chat to see how we got on in the flesh, so to speak!

When I got to the café there was no sight of her so I got a coffee at a table outside and waited. Not much later she arrived and I recognised her as she looked pretty much like the photos, which was a pleasant relief. She was quite petite with longish blonde hair, wearing a summer dress that accentuated her figure and which was buttoned down the front. She had small-ish breasts, nice hips, a trim bottom and slim legs, quite the ‘hourglass’ figure. She sat down with a big smile and asked for a glass of wine (Dutch courage, perhaps?) so I had one as well. She was very easy-going and we chatted happily for some time. I didn’t want to seem pushy so I didn’t turn the conversation to the point of the meeting, rather letting her make the move, but while we chatted I had tantalising glimpses of her thigh and I tried to imagine what she would look like without any clothes! After a couple of large glasses of wine, I felt we had to move on so asked her why she had used the contact web site, and she said that having married young her marriage had been very unhappy and ended in divorce some time ago. She had wanted to meet someone else but didn’t want to commit to marriage again and it had taken her a long time to pluck up the courage to make the move.

By this time we had had more than enough to drink having got through a bottle between us, and although I did not live far away I had driven over and couldn’t drive home, so she invited me back to her flat for some coffee and time to ‘sober up’. It turned out she lived in quite a spacious bed-sit in a large Victorian house, and it was very clean and tidy. The main room was a living room with a single bed in one corner and a kitchen area in another, with a separate little shower room and toilet. We settled down on her sofa with some coffee and I looked directly at her in a way that I hoped she couldn’t misunderstand – we had got on well, so why not go further? She seemed reticent so I moved a bit closer to her and started with a kiss on the lips, while steadying myself with a hand on her knee. She was a little tipsy and giggled as I leant over her, relaxing submissively under me. That seemed to be her acceptance so I got a little bolder. I eased my tongue into her mouth at the same time moving my hand further up her leg. She opened her lips and took my tongue into her mouth, and opened her legs slightly so I could move my hand up her thigh. As I did so I could feel the heat there as she was not wearing stockings or tights, and then my hand reached the top of her thigh and the material of her pants. With the help of the wine I was quite turned on and I felt the heat in my pants as my cock began to swell. As it grew it got uncomfortable so without thinking I put my hand down to ‘re-arrange’ myself. Sue sensed this and asked me if I was getting hard, to which I had to agree. ‘It has been so long since I have had a man, would you mind if I had a look’, she asked. In the circumstances it seemed a silly question, but I played along anyway. ‘Of course you can I replied, just help yourself to anything you want!’ She leant over to me and started to undo my belt, fiddling with the buckle and fumbling with the tightness of it. Maybe it would be better if you sit back and I stand up, I suggested, and she let go and leant back as I stood up. She tackled the belt again at eye level and this time managed to undo it and undid the waistband of my trousers. Running the zip down she then hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pushed my trousers down my legs. I could see the anticipation in her eyes and her hands were shaking slightly as she touched my boxers looking for the opening at the front. I suggested it might be easier if she just took those down as well, and so she gripped them at the sides and seemed strangely reluctant to take them down. I looked in her eyes and asked if there was a problem, and she just said that it had been so long that she had had a willy to play with she was unsure of what to do. Well it doesn’t really matter as there is no set procedure, I replied, and you can do just what ever you feel like. She ran her hands over the front of my boxers feeing the bits underneath, and as she stroked the outline of my cock I felt it harden further. She felt it too as she looked up at me with wide eyes and then she slowly pulled my boxers down and my semi-hard cock flopped out right in front of her face.