Internet Connection

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Internet Connection

By early in 2003, I had been an active member of an internet community for several years. The community was a NASCAR racing related group consisting of members from all over the United States. There were even a few members who popped in from overseas. The community members would spend hours chatting with each other in the chat room of the web site. Our conversations were not limited to racing. We discussed a wide variety of topics, especially during the off-season, or anytime there was not a current race to discuss.

One evening, Dawn, a female member of our community, asked if I would like to communicate with her privately on IM (Instant Messenger). IM is separate from the community and its chat room. Unlike a chat room which can be accessed by any member of a group, IM is a private means of communication via computer. IM conversations can be accessed only if both parties agree to participate.

I’m always happy to chat with a young lady, so, I quickly agreed. Little did I know, what I thought would be a light-hearted conversation, would soon lead to so much more. Dawn and I were soon chatting on IM almost every night.

Though they started out light-hearted, in very short order, our conversations had taken a turn toward the erotic. We had begun discussing, in graphic detail, the sexual activities we had tried, and would like perform on, or with, each other. Our near nightly conversations became more and more graphic as time went by.

I should probably mention here that Dawn and I are both married and have children. Early on I made Dawn aware that I was approximately 20 years older than she. She was in her mid 30s, and I in was my early 50s. She quickly soothed my concerns caused by our age difference. She said she liked older men.

So, I dove right in, so to speak. I guess the old saying is true. “There’s no fool, like an old fool.”

It turned out Dawn had no experience with any type of sex other than the standard missionary position and giving oral pleasures. She claimed to lack a gag reflex. That allowed her to give one hell of a blowjob. Unfortunately for her, she had never been on the receiving end of any oral attentions.

Over the next several weeks, Dawn and I developed a very close relationship, at least over the net. We discussed our personal lives and the problems we were each having at home. We even discussed the possibility of meeting someday. The expressed purpose of such a meeting would be to screw each other senseless, with no strings attached.

Dawn said she wanted to find how much more there was to having sex than just laying there while she got screwed. She wanted more than having some guy climb on, hump her until he came, roll off, and go to sleep. That’s the type of sex she had become used to.

I too was somewhat anxious to get together with Dawn. I wanted a sample of her claimed expertise at giving blowjobs.

One day, several months after Dawn and I began our cyber relationship, my wife told me she would be going out of town for several days. When I told Dawn of my upcoming lonely weekend, she quickly suggested we get together somewhere. She suggested we could meet in a city about half way between our respective homes.

I had reservations. Talking about sex is one thing, but planing to really meeting was quite something else. I was again concerned about our age difference. My ability to keep up with a woman in her prime caused a great deal of anxiety. Dawn was so sweet about it. She convinced me I would do fine. She said it would be her job to make sure I rose to the occasion. She promised a night to remember, even if she had to provide the Viagra.

So, with lingering reservations, I agreed to meet her. A short time later, we had made our arrangements. We would meet at a mutually known spot in a major city in an adjoining state.