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Looking at my records, I met this lady almost a month ago (Feb 4th) but only had the first date today. I canceled an earlier date with her in favor of SportyBalt—fat lot of good that did me 
In the meantime she sent me piles of pointless text, none of which I'll copy here: I even had to push the "Load Earlier Messages" prompt on my iPhone to see it all
So, a month ago I am driving back to the office from a previous outing when I see a slim figure in a dark red dress and highlighted hair waiting at a crosswalk. Not much else at that speed, but the perfection of the hourglass figure intrigues me. I look for a place to stop, but parking is restricted. I turn off into a residential area and after some searching find a spot. I return to the sighting location with little hope of success, but at the last minute catch sight of the rear end of a comely figure in a dark red dress disappearing into Subway. I occupy a table in the outside seating area and metamorphose myself into a picture of exaggerated relaxation, taking up as much space as possible.
Presently she emerges bearing a pizza. She looks around for a table, notices me checking her out unashamedly, smiles coyly, and sits. At that moment a fire-truck passes making a truly deafening ruckus. She looks up at it, I catch her eye and we share a smile. As soon as the noise has subsided, I get up, move to her table and ask permission to sit.
A five-minute conversation ensues during which I go direct (regarding her figure—what else?), learn her name, briefly inquire about the purpose of her life, and gain her agreement to a date. She puts her number into my phone and I press "Call" to create a missed call on hers. I bid her a good day.
This lady is 41, very recently divorced, with several children. In view of this she keeps herself in a good state of repair; in addition to her comely physique, her teeth in particular are pleasant to look at when she laughs... and she laughs a lot when she's speaking to me. She works in the county court system, hence the ridiculous nickname
Five minutes later I have not even entered my office building when I get a text from her inquiring as to whether I have eaten. I thank her for her concern and assure her that I always bring my own sandwiches from home to the office in the interests of economy as well as healthy eating. As I mentioned, weeks of undirected texting follow, initiated in all cases by the lady, and she gets me on the phone at one point too. About 3 weeks into this, the following is the only notable section of text:
It being very cold, I pick her up in my car and drive to the café. We order tea and she starts telling me about how her recent divorce made her feel, et cetera, ad nauseam while I make the appropriate grunting-noises. After about a half-hour I figure enough is enough and get the check. I tell her that it being Monday we have almost a week's worth of work ahead and ought not to let this drag on too long; she assents. As we get up, I tell her that I can see she's not ready to move back into something serious after so much recent turmoil, and that this is fine, I'm not going to tie her down. We can keep things casual. She smiles and nods.
There is validated parking in an adjacent office building but it requires a short walk in the street. The wind is brutal. I ask if she is cold and she says no, but I put my arm around her anyway and she says "Mmmmmm..."
We get into my car and I kiss her. She just melts into it. She kisses pretty well, lots of tongue and grasps me and shifts her body over toward my seat to get closer.
I drive her back to her car. As we exit the parking garage, she starts asking me personal questions, which is something I have a particular aversion to and I decide to unilaterally lay down the law:
In the car she starts qualifying herself like crazy, saying she doesn't normally give her number to men in Subway, she doesn't normally do non-serious things, etc., and I assure her that she doesn't need to say such stuff to me, I have no need of social justification. She relaxes and tells me that's fine, she won't say any more. As we drive into her parking deck, she asks me whether I have casual relations with other women. I tell her that's a step too far for our level of acquaintance, but ask: if I did, would it excite her? She says that I am an attractive man and she can only assume I do. I let it ride
Logistics are not correct for sex but when we reach her car I park and she leans over and we kiss passionately for around 6-7 minutes. During this period, she grasps me and I move my hands over her upper body, hips, then down onto her thighs. I place my hand between her thighs without any resistance whatever, then tilt her over and lean to place my hand on her ass, under the skirt of her dress. I then reach up her dress, all the time in contact with her body, up and over her pantyhose and grasp it at the top ready to yank it down. At this point she gently but firmly takes my wrist and moves it away.
Shortly after, I place my hand on her inner thigh, without resistance at this point, again underneath the skirt of her dress, and gradually work my way upward; as I get close to her pussy she moves me away again.
Most of the sexually aggressive fellas on this forum could have cut through this resistance like a knife through hot butter; I'm not there yet, but she didn't cool off with the kissing at any point. I also fondled her breasts through her clothing, and slipped one hand into the top of her dress.
I assure her we can meet whenever convenient and she should let me know. If I had to guess, I'd say maybe she won't get in contact, it might be just too much for her right now, but the sexual desire was definitely there. If she does, I'd like to sort the logistics and get her into bed, maybe on repeated occasions.
Either way, I'm not too fussed; I'd like it, but it's more that I'm pleased with the progress. She's only just on the right side of the line that separates sexually desirable from merely okay. Earlier today I opened in the street, and had an immediate answer to my icebreaker from, a very pretty 26-year-old TV drama actress, no less, so in any case I have other fish to fry
-Marty
In the meantime she sent me piles of pointless text, none of which I'll copy here: I even had to push the "Load Earlier Messages" prompt on my iPhone to see it all So, a month ago I am driving back to the office from a previous outing when I see a slim figure in a dark red dress and highlighted hair waiting at a crosswalk. Not much else at that speed, but the perfection of the hourglass figure intrigues me. I look for a place to stop, but parking is restricted. I turn off into a residential area and after some searching find a spot. I return to the sighting location with little hope of success, but at the last minute catch sight of the rear end of a comely figure in a dark red dress disappearing into Subway. I occupy a table in the outside seating area and metamorphose myself into a picture of exaggerated relaxation, taking up as much space as possible.
Presently she emerges bearing a pizza. She looks around for a table, notices me checking her out unashamedly, smiles coyly, and sits. At that moment a fire-truck passes making a truly deafening ruckus. She looks up at it, I catch her eye and we share a smile. As soon as the noise has subsided, I get up, move to her table and ask permission to sit.
A five-minute conversation ensues during which I go direct (regarding her figure—what else?), learn her name, briefly inquire about the purpose of her life, and gain her agreement to a date. She puts her number into my phone and I press "Call" to create a missed call on hers. I bid her a good day.
This lady is 41, very recently divorced, with several children. In view of this she keeps herself in a good state of repair; in addition to her comely physique, her teeth in particular are pleasant to look at when she laughs... and she laughs a lot when she's speaking to me. She works in the county court system, hence the ridiculous nickname
Five minutes later I have not even entered my office building when I get a text from her inquiring as to whether I have eaten. I thank her for her concern and assure her that I always bring my own sandwiches from home to the office in the interests of economy as well as healthy eating. As I mentioned, weeks of undirected texting follow, initiated in all cases by the lady, and she gets me on the phone at one point too. About 3 weeks into this, the following is the only notable section of text:
- 2/25 12:53 PM—LegallyMILF: To Subway
2/25 12:54 PM—Marty: ?
(learned from NarrowJ)
2/25 12:55 PM—LegallyMILF: I am heading there, didn't know if u were girl watching, ha!
2/25 12:59 PM—Marty: You are so funny I am not feeling 100% today so decided to take a break from "girl watching". Call me a slacker if you wish
2/25 1:00 PM—LegallyMILF: LOL!!! You have humor... feel better.
It being very cold, I pick her up in my car and drive to the café. We order tea and she starts telling me about how her recent divorce made her feel, et cetera, ad nauseam while I make the appropriate grunting-noises. After about a half-hour I figure enough is enough and get the check. I tell her that it being Monday we have almost a week's worth of work ahead and ought not to let this drag on too long; she assents. As we get up, I tell her that I can see she's not ready to move back into something serious after so much recent turmoil, and that this is fine, I'm not going to tie her down. We can keep things casual. She smiles and nods.
There is validated parking in an adjacent office building but it requires a short walk in the street. The wind is brutal. I ask if she is cold and she says no, but I put my arm around her anyway and she says "Mmmmmm..."
We get into my car and I kiss her. She just melts into it. She kisses pretty well, lots of tongue and grasps me and shifts her body over toward my seat to get closer.
I drive her back to her car. As we exit the parking garage, she starts asking me personal questions, which is something I have a particular aversion to and I decide to unilaterally lay down the law:
- Marty: Let me be perfectly clear. If you're not ready for anything right now, we don't need to meet if you don't want to. If you feel you'd like to experiment and try something casual, I'd be happy to do that, and I'm not going to try to get you into anything serious. But if you feel you can't handle things that way, we can just call it off. Does that make sense?
In the car she starts qualifying herself like crazy, saying she doesn't normally give her number to men in Subway, she doesn't normally do non-serious things, etc., and I assure her that she doesn't need to say such stuff to me, I have no need of social justification. She relaxes and tells me that's fine, she won't say any more. As we drive into her parking deck, she asks me whether I have casual relations with other women. I tell her that's a step too far for our level of acquaintance, but ask: if I did, would it excite her? She says that I am an attractive man and she can only assume I do. I let it ride
Logistics are not correct for sex but when we reach her car I park and she leans over and we kiss passionately for around 6-7 minutes. During this period, she grasps me and I move my hands over her upper body, hips, then down onto her thighs. I place my hand between her thighs without any resistance whatever, then tilt her over and lean to place my hand on her ass, under the skirt of her dress. I then reach up her dress, all the time in contact with her body, up and over her pantyhose and grasp it at the top ready to yank it down. At this point she gently but firmly takes my wrist and moves it away.
Shortly after, I place my hand on her inner thigh, without resistance at this point, again underneath the skirt of her dress, and gradually work my way upward; as I get close to her pussy she moves me away again.
Most of the sexually aggressive fellas on this forum could have cut through this resistance like a knife through hot butter; I'm not there yet, but she didn't cool off with the kissing at any point. I also fondled her breasts through her clothing, and slipped one hand into the top of her dress.
I assure her we can meet whenever convenient and she should let me know. If I had to guess, I'd say maybe she won't get in contact, it might be just too much for her right now, but the sexual desire was definitely there. If she does, I'd like to sort the logistics and get her into bed, maybe on repeated occasions.
Either way, I'm not too fussed; I'd like it, but it's more that I'm pleased with the progress. She's only just on the right side of the line that separates sexually desirable from merely okay. Earlier today I opened in the street, and had an immediate answer to my icebreaker from, a very pretty 26-year-old TV drama actress, no less, so in any case I have other fish to fry
-Marty
