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part. I want to find the right time slot to make your day with us fantastic. Hmm, let’s see. I can put you with Melissa afteryour wax. How does that sound? A 2:00 P.M. manicure with a spa pedicure immediately following.” Andrew clearly loved his job.
“You got a deal, Andrew. And thank you for being so accommodating to this ol’ gal,” I said, much more relaxed than when I first dialed.
“I can tell old is not your problem, Maggie—staying out of trouble is!” I smiled as I disconnected.
***
My mind drifted as I drove home, settling on my last date. It was with Bill, sometime in mid-May. I struggled to recall details, but I managed to remember that, like Cocky Jock, Bill had called the same day he wanted to take me out. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been asked out well in advance of the date.
How would I ever get used to the world of online dating?
It was almost six o’clock when I got home; goose bumps on my legs and arms reminded me it was early summer. After I fed Cody, I flipped through the mail and sat on the deck with a brimming glass of mint water. I didn’t drink soda—hated it actually. I’d become fascinated with infused water and had begun experimenting with different flavors, my palate wanting nothing more except a caffeine fix in the morning and dizzying nectar at night. My mind wandered for a good stretch and, realizing the time, I jumped from my favorite cedar Adirondack chair and headed to the closet.
A dress was out. Cocky Jock didn’t deserve it, and I didn’t feel like wearing one. I scoured the row of slacks and found a simple pair of black capris. I’d dress them up with a bright sweater and flirty sandals. Having decided on an ensemble, I stripped off my clothes and hopped in the shower. No time for feeling myself up, I had to get moving.
My phone buzzed just as I slid the mascara wand in the tube,
Today, 6:12 PM
DANIEL: Good day?
MAGS: Yes, actually
DANIEL: Whadya do?
MAGS: Aside from cumming in public? LOL!
DANIEL: :)
MAGS: Went to the spa, mani-pedi and a wax
DANIEL: Brazi?
MAGS: No, reg one – why do guys think thats sexy anyway?
DANIEL: Makes eating pussy delish
MAGS: Guess u wont be eating me
DANIEL: Oh yes I will
MAGS: Can’t fool around tonight
DANIEL: :(
MAGS: Hot date
DANIEL: :( :(
MAGS: Old hs flame
DANIEL: :( :( :(
MAGS: Don’t worry, u r my 1 and only virtual lovr!
DANIEL: Gunna fuck the guy?
MAGS: Maybe, if I feel like it
DANIEL: Text me the details later, we can have a virt 3 wy
MAGS: Might just do that
DANIEL: Send me a pic of your tits bf you go
MAGS: No time
DANIEL: :(
MAGS: Cry baby
DANIEL: Will await all the nasty details, lovr
MAGS: Mmm, will gladly give if there r any
DANIEL: Ta-ta
If Tina knew I’d sent compromising photos to Daniel, she’d institutionalize me. I wouldn’t even be able to get a word out about the precautions I’d taken before she’d have 911 on the line.
Daniel had started it, sending pictures a few weeks into our sexting spree. I’d been at work and was getting ready to leave for the day, tying up a few things before I left when the phone buzzed with a text from Daniel. I opened it and stared at an image of an incredibly erect cock. Quickly scanning my surroundings, I was relieved to see that most of the office had cleared out. I glanced back at the photo and became intrigued by its shape, color and slight bend to the right. I’d never been concerned with penis size—ability and skill mattered more. However, the blatant shot of Daniel’s impressive cock made me rethink my opinion.
I later reciprocated with a shot of my breasts, dripping wet from having just stepped out of the shower; no face, no recognizable background, and nothing that would lead back to me. I made sure to disable GPS tracking on my phone before taking the picture and sending it. Daniel was thrilled, and we began enhancing our late night escapades with photos and a few videos, agreeing to delete images after every
“You got a deal, Andrew. And thank you for being so accommodating to this ol’ gal,” I said, much more relaxed than when I first dialed.
“I can tell old is not your problem, Maggie—staying out of trouble is!” I smiled as I disconnected.
***
My mind drifted as I drove home, settling on my last date. It was with Bill, sometime in mid-May. I struggled to recall details, but I managed to remember that, like Cocky Jock, Bill had called the same day he wanted to take me out. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been asked out well in advance of the date.
How would I ever get used to the world of online dating?
It was almost six o’clock when I got home; goose bumps on my legs and arms reminded me it was early summer. After I fed Cody, I flipped through the mail and sat on the deck with a brimming glass of mint water. I didn’t drink soda—hated it actually. I’d become fascinated with infused water and had begun experimenting with different flavors, my palate wanting nothing more except a caffeine fix in the morning and dizzying nectar at night. My mind wandered for a good stretch and, realizing the time, I jumped from my favorite cedar Adirondack chair and headed to the closet.
A dress was out. Cocky Jock didn’t deserve it, and I didn’t feel like wearing one. I scoured the row of slacks and found a simple pair of black capris. I’d dress them up with a bright sweater and flirty sandals. Having decided on an ensemble, I stripped off my clothes and hopped in the shower. No time for feeling myself up, I had to get moving.
My phone buzzed just as I slid the mascara wand in the tube,
Today, 6:12 PM
DANIEL: Good day?
MAGS: Yes, actually
DANIEL: Whadya do?
MAGS: Aside from cumming in public? LOL!
DANIEL: :)
MAGS: Went to the spa, mani-pedi and a wax
DANIEL: Brazi?
MAGS: No, reg one – why do guys think thats sexy anyway?
DANIEL: Makes eating pussy delish
MAGS: Guess u wont be eating me
DANIEL: Oh yes I will
MAGS: Can’t fool around tonight
DANIEL: :(
MAGS: Hot date
DANIEL: :( :(
MAGS: Old hs flame
DANIEL: :( :( :(
MAGS: Don’t worry, u r my 1 and only virtual lovr!
DANIEL: Gunna fuck the guy?
MAGS: Maybe, if I feel like it
DANIEL: Text me the details later, we can have a virt 3 wy
MAGS: Might just do that
DANIEL: Send me a pic of your tits bf you go
MAGS: No time
DANIEL: :(
MAGS: Cry baby
DANIEL: Will await all the nasty details, lovr
MAGS: Mmm, will gladly give if there r any
DANIEL: Ta-ta
If Tina knew I’d sent compromising photos to Daniel, she’d institutionalize me. I wouldn’t even be able to get a word out about the precautions I’d taken before she’d have 911 on the line.
Daniel had started it, sending pictures a few weeks into our sexting spree. I’d been at work and was getting ready to leave for the day, tying up a few things before I left when the phone buzzed with a text from Daniel. I opened it and stared at an image of an incredibly erect cock. Quickly scanning my surroundings, I was relieved to see that most of the office had cleared out. I glanced back at the photo and became intrigued by its shape, color and slight bend to the right. I’d never been concerned with penis size—ability and skill mattered more. However, the blatant shot of Daniel’s impressive cock made me rethink my opinion.
I later reciprocated with a shot of my breasts, dripping wet from having just stepped out of the shower; no face, no recognizable background, and nothing that would lead back to me. I made sure to disable GPS tracking on my phone before taking the picture and sending it. Daniel was thrilled, and we began enhancing our late night escapades with photos and a few videos, agreeing to delete images after every
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