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My wife and I have been apart for a long time, because of travel. We have been before, and it's been stressful. This time we decided to experiment with relieving that stress by being open while we're apart, as long as we're absolutely careful about protection, and are exclusive once again when we're together again. I tried for a while to try out the new open privileges, searching Craigslist for a suitable partner. On the night before Festivus, something finally happened. E-mail conversation The night all started with this Craigslist ad (censored personal details in italics): Stuck and Lonely in the snow- I can host - w4m - 21 (her neighborhood) I'm not into rough, toys, ropes, or any of that, but lots of people are snowed in and practically everyone else is afraid to drive anyway. So I figured I'd give it a try. I wrote to her: Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2008 21:22 -0800 (PST) She replied five minutes later: Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2008 21:27 -0800 (PST) That's a very good sign! I knew the part of town she listed as her neighborhood, and looked up the drive time before replying. (And that's enough of the full e-mail headers.) Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2008 21:38 She replied in just three minutes: Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2008 21:41 Jackpot! She followed up with more details a few minutes later: Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2008 21:54 This just keeps getting more unusual. While she was writing that, I had composed a reply to the address e-mail: Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2008 21:49 Her straightforward answer: Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2008 21:52 In the meantime I replied to her lesbian relationship and face-picture message: Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2008 21:54 She replied a moment later to my face compliment: Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2008 21:55 I spent a few minutes grabbing things to bring along, and sent one final message before heading out the door: Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2008 22:00 Going to her place I had a "sex kit" all ready to go, with condoms, a dental dam, and mouth wash. I also tossed clean clothing into a bag because what I was sweaty from shoveling snow. I grabbed my camera bag and a blank data in case she was into photography. My car parked on level ground a couple of blocks from my house. I grabbed a shovel and carried it along too. I think I shoveled a little to get moving, but it definitely didn't take too long. I was on the road by about 10:10 pm. The car was pretty much buried in snow, so I shoveled the windows and hood clear. The drive down the hill to the main street was slippery, but no real problem. Once I got to the main street, it was easy going. The freeway was all clear. The biggest problem was that the windshield got a bit splattered with filth, and the wash sprayer was blocked by snow that I hadn't cleared. It didn't get too awful though. The hard part was when I got to her neighborhood. The GPS address was a bit ambiguous because the streets were somewhat diagonal, so I had to guess where the place was. First I first parked at an apartment building with a really icy lot (fortunately, tough to get in, easy to get out); it turned out to be the wrong place so I walked around. I found the right place about a block away. I didn't want to stay parked in the wrong-apartment lot, so I drove around a little looking for a good spot. There was nothing around except a small office building with a "no parking 24 hours" sign above the almost-empty parking lot. I pulled in anyway, and as I stopped some guy came out and shouted down that I had better be out before first thing in the morning. I shouted back thanks. I took that as a sign that they likely weren't going to call for a tow in the night. I grabbed all my stuff, except for the shovel and camera bag, which were locked safely in the trunk. I figured if she was into the camera thing I could go back for it. If she wasn't, it might make her nervous. It was a large apartment complex, but I found her building quickly enough. At about 11:10 pm, I climbed the stairs and knocked on the door. Meeting and foreplay She opened the door, wearing an odd-looking dress that showed a hint of cleavage and a lot of thigh. After a moment I realized that it wasn't a dress, it was a large towel. She didn't want to waste much time, I guess. I introduced myself, as if anyone else was going to knock on her door late at night when half the city was paralyzed by snow and fear of snow. She invited me in. I saw that she had cats, and petted them. They seemed friendly, and being nice to them calmed my nerves. It may have also helped reassure her that she hadn't invited anyone scary into her apartment, but she really didn't seem very worried about that. We had a little small talk, and she showed me around her apartment, apologizing for the move-in mess and the chilly air; the temperature seemed nice to me. She said that this was her first Craigslist date; I said it was the first of mine that went past the point of meeting in public. She asked whether I liked lights on or off; I said "on" without hesitation. Although I had hinted that I wasn't a big fan of sexual accessories, I told her that I had forgotten to mention my one kink: I like to take pictures. She didn't care for that idea, and I said that she could keep the data chip if that was the problem, and she said she'd consider it. I told her that I was sweaty from shoveling snow, and asked whether it would be OK if I showered first, unless she liked it sweaty. She said that a shower would be fine. I undressed, leaving coat, clothes, sex kit, and the fresh clothes on the bathroom floor. I asked if she wanted to join me, and she agreed, and took off the towel. She stepped into the tub-with-shower first, to turn on the water. She asked whether the water was right for me, and we tinkered with it for a little while; she wasn't very familiar with the shower control because she was new to the place. We traded places in the tub, brushing against each other in several places, and I went from semi-hard to fully stiff. She commented that she wasn't used to erotic showers with "skinny guys". I washed my body and hair, using her soap and shampoo. I unconsciously continued washing myself after I was already clean. When I realized that, I said something like, "I'm clean now. I think that was just nervous washing." She smiled, but I don't remember her reply. I handed her the soap, and said that she could finish washing me. She looked at me, puzzled. I looked down. She got my point, looked embarrassed, and stroked me a little with soapy hands. She apologized for inexperience with male anatomy; I reassured her that she was doing just fine. We embraced before turning off the shower and getting out. We dried off and headed back to the bed. My legs were sore from shoveling snow, and I asked whether she would mind massaging them. She said she wasn't very good at massage, but didn't mind trying. She wasn't very good at it, but it felt nice anyway. We rearranged on the bed and talked for a while. She said that she and her girlfriend had been together about a year, and that they were open, but only with prior permission. In spite of the agreement, the girlfriend was sometimes jealous, and she hadn't asked for permission to be with me. The girlfriend was snowbound at a woman co-worker's house, and hoped for more than just a place to stay; they traded text messages several times about the girlfriend's too-shy efforts at seduction. It seems I was getting a close-up view of lesbian drama. She had a pretty cool phone, with a full keyboard. I commented on it, and she said it took pretty good pictures too. We talked a little about cameras, but I didn't really try to bring up the idea of taking pictures of her again. She said that she had used her phone for the pictures she had sent me; they weren't bad for a phone camera, although the lighting wasn't great on the spread-legs shot. When she was done trading text-messages, we discussed what do do next. I asked whether there were any special positions she liked. She blushed, apologized for being boring, and said missionary. She asked whether there was anything I liked, and I suggested her on top, and maybe on a chair. She hadn't been on top much, and had never tried on a chair, and thought it would be fun to try. She said that she had found doggy unworkable for her. But first, we kissed for a while, open-mouthed but not too sloppy. I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs in a way that seemed perfectly ordinary to me, and she went wild at it. Either I'm fantastic at breast play and didn't know it, or she's been terribly deprived. She fell back onto a stack of pillows, relaxed, and enjoyed it for a while. Then she reached for me, stroking gently, but still distracted by the touching. I pointed out that her other hand was free, and she put it between her legs, inviting me to watch. She must have been right on the edge, because it took only a moment. I didn't stop though; she continued to enjoy it. At some point she said how lucky she was to be multi-orgasmic. Eventually, she decided it was time for more than just hands. She offered me a choice of two types of condoms of the same brand, explaining that they were the only latex that didn't give her trouble. I forget which kind I tried. I unwrapped it, looked carefully to make sure I put it on right, and rolled it on. We decided to start her best way. Round one We adjusted ourselves on the bed, she spread her legs wide, and I took a good, admiring look at her. She had her hair trimmed short, even shorter than the hair on her head, but not shaved. I complimented that, and said that I like to see where I'm going, but don't care for totally shaved. I lowered myself onto her, found the aim, and slid inside. Between the condom lubricant and her wetness, I got in all the way in a single stroke. We kissed more while I thrust, in and out. She rocked and squirmed so that I wasn't doing all the work. She reacted like I was fantastic; again, either I'm much better than I knew, or she's been deprived. I enjoyed it took, and went slowly to enjoy more of it, and so she could enjoy more of me. She said that her G-spot was really easy to find, and that I was definitely taking care of it. She wanted to indulge me by being on top, so we rearranged. She climbed on, asked how to arrange herself, and seemed worried about bending me the wrong way. I reassured her, and she lowered herself onto me. It felt great. She asked what to do next, and I said she could just rock slightly back and forth. She did, and apparently found the G-spot again, possibly even better than before. Then it slipped out. We adjusted, but couldn't quite get the positioning right. There was a chair near the bed, and I suggested we try that too. I sat down, leaning back a bit, and she climbed on. It felt good for me, but wasn't comfortable for her; she felt awkward on top like that, and the edges of the chair were digging into her legs. So we didn't stick with that for long. We went back to missionary again. She was amazed at how long I was lasting. I was a bit surprised at myself too. We continued that way for a while longer. Finally, either she said I could let go or I asked whether it was OK. I turned up the pace gradually. She really liked that. Her excitement added to mine, and soon I let go. She had a big look of accomplishment and satisfaction on her face. While I was pulsing inside her, she said, "oh! I felt that one." I kept thrusting, even after it was over. Finally, I decided it would be good to pull out, which was good timing, because although it still felt good in there, the condom was getting a bit loose. I got up and disposed of it, discussing the matter of removing the evidence. We relaxed on the bed again, and talked. I offered another round, but said I wouldn't be ready for more immediately. She said she understood "recharge" and didn't mind. I commented that I used the same word, even though I wasn't aware of that as a commonly-used expression. She told me some surprisingly personal stories. I shared some things too, although not as much. She seemed to enjoy having someone to listen almost as much as the sex. I won't repeat them here, both because they personally identify her and because they're her business. Round two After waiting quite a bit longer than necessary, I said we could go for another round. Although she enjoyed the conversation, she was enthusiastic for more. I worked on her nipples like before, with the same positive results. Her positive reply was all it really took to start hardening me up again, and touching her nipples took care of the rest, but she fondled me just in case. When the time was right, I put the other condom on, again taking care that it was on correctly. We didn't bother trying other positions on the second round. I climbed aboard again and put it it. Again, it went in easily. I relaxed low so I could continue the nipple play while thrusting. She went wild at that combination, particularly since I seemed to be hitting her G-spot again. I kept going for a while, then lost control of myself. I said something like, "oops, that caught me by surprise!" She seemed pleased with herself, and said that's the best kind. I kept going for a while, though not too long, to avoid a loose condom incident. After I disposed of the condom, we went back to talking. A third round would have been nice, and more in the morning would have been wonderful, but she was getting too tired for more that night, and morning would risk a tow. So, I dressed in the clean clothes, talking more, until it was time to leave. We kissed each other goodnight, both praising the other's performance enthusiastically. Afterwards I walked back to my car, tried to back out, and got stuck on a ridge of packed snow between the lot and the street. But it only took about ten minutes to shovel myself loose. The drive home went smoothly, and I even managed to get through my slippery neighborhood street easily enough, and back to my usual safe snow parking spot. When I got home, I let her know I made it home without too much trouble: Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2008 03:53 The next evening, she thanked me too: Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2008 18:56 I had more ideas with her, and a little apology: Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2008 20:04 Unfortunately, she hasn't replied. I guess it's back to Craigslist.
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