Do you know.....

.....how hard it is not to burp, cuss, fart or scratch inappropriately for three full days?  Trust me, it's not easy.  When you go on a regular "date," you just have to hold it together for a few hours.  Anyone can do that.  That's amateur stuff. Being on your best behavior for three days puts you in the Prowling Big Leagues.

That was me over this last weekend.

SNS Guy's flight was delayed on the day we were supposed to meet, so I made the best of the time - had lunch with a friend, did some shopping, went to a movie.  When I finally picked him up at the airport, we were both tired. That's not exactly how you want to feel at that first moment. The hair and makeup which had been perfect in the morning were replaced with disheveled and droopy hair and some light circles under the eyes that were becoming more dark.  Picture wild raccoon.  Got the picture? It wasn't pretty, but it was still wonderful to see him - and he looked great. Took my breath away, to be honest. I had been waiting a while to see those kind eyes.

He was almost exactly as I expected, which is nice, isn't it? Those of you have been surprised at a first meeting will know what I mean.

He was charming, funny, a great kisser, and he treated me like a queen. There are other things he was very good at and other awesome things he did, but he asked me not to blog about the details of our time together, particularly the intimate details. Of course, I'll respect that.

I know you're disappointed because you were looking for a bunch of hot and sexy details. All I can do is give you a few cues and let your imagination do the rest of the work.

Clue: Hours and hours and hours in bed.
Clue: Candles it throughout the room.
Clue: Lots of lube.
Clue: Insatiable Kat.
Clue: Pleasurable afterglow.
Clue: Not enough sleep.
Clue: Very romantic meal(s).
Clue: Lots of physical contact.
Clue: More insatiable Kat.
Clue:  Sad goodbye.

Got the idea?

Date with Seattle Guy (Part 1)

As most of you know, I don't "date." I play. I fuck. I prowl. I do lots of things, but "date" isn't one of them. However, my experience with Seattle Guy felt like a date in many ways so that's how I characterize it.

Getting away from Hubby and the rest of the family to see him seemed like an impossibility at first, but then I got lucky, so to speak. ;-) It turns out that my brother was scheduled to perform at a local club the night before we were to leave town. If I played it right, I could get out without Hubby, see my brother play, and meet Seattle Guy. It was one of those situations where a hundred things could go wrong, and even though I really wanted to meet Seattle Guy, I knew that if things didn't align for me, at least I'd get out for a bit and see my brother play.

I went to the club with my oldest son and cousin. My son couldn't get in (under 21) so he took off and went exploring the local area. I went in and sat with my cousin, texting Seattle Guy that I was there. I was a little later than I had hoped to be, but he was running behind, too, so it was ok. I relaxed and enjoyed the band that was playing at the time as I waited for my brother's group to come on. Oddly, I wasn't nervous. Yet.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned, and there he was. My heart stopped. It's interesting what you notice first about a person when you see them for the first time. For Seattle Guy it was his eyes. Piercing, expressive, deep. His face can be expressionless, but his eyes give him away.  It's all there. I learned later that that's not always the case, but that was my first impression.  He smiled briefly, but it evaporated as quickly as it came. 

I was all smiles. I threw my arms around him to give him a hug. My heart stopped again when I felt my breasts press against his chest. I also felt something stirring further south, if you know what I mean. I stepped back and introduced him to my cousin as a friend. Then I sat back down until the band finished their set. Seattle Guy stood behind me.  He wasn't touching me at all, but his presence was palpable. I could feel him there as surely as if he had his hands on my shoulders.

When the first band finished and the next one was setting up, I suggested we go outside where we could talk. As we walked out I noticed my brother talking to someone and my sister-in-law at the bar. Geez, I had family all over the place, and here I was walking out of the place with someone they had never seen before. I wondered if I should start working on a story in case anyone told Hubby what they saw, but soon we were outside and I was sitting with Seattle Guy and there was only one thing I could think about.

I'm normally a very articular person, rarely at a loss for words, but I was a mess. I wasn't as nervous as I had been when I first saw him, but I couldn't put two sentences together. I thought, It's a good thing I wasn't like this in email, chat, and over the phone or he wouldn't be here. I was afraid that he would interpret my silence and my verbal fumbling as a lack of interest, which definitely was not the case.  I was interested.  I was very interested.

To be honest, I can't remember most of what we talked about outside the club. I do remember taking the opportunity to really look at him for the first time. In the light of the patio, his eyes were even more amazing. He was of average height - not really tall, but not short. Short, dark hair. Stylish light stubble on his face. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, typical Seattle fare. You wouldn't notice him in a crowd.  He would melt right in, but like a flowering plant in a field or overgrown garden, if you did pick him out and took a close look, you'd notice how absolutely beautiful he was. I wondered how many people had noticed this. He was handsome, unique, and very smart, but something seemed sad, almost lost, about him.

I was brought back into the conversation when I heard him giving me the chance to back out right then, no questions asked. I responded that I didn't want to back out.  Why would I?  Ok, I'll be honest, I wasn't quite sure what I said I didn't want to back out of. I wondered briefly if I should be more nervous than I was.  I knew I was going to leave here with him.  Maybe I shouldn't. What if he was an ax murderer and he was giving me one final warning? I brushed that thought off quickly. I mean, seriously.  What are the odds?

Before we went back in, he asked if he could have a little kiss. I agreed, knowing that it wasn't very smart out there in the open. He kissed me gently. It was electric. I was thinking, How many songs do we have to listen to before it's polite to leave?

We went back in to hear my brother's band play. Seattle Guy stood behind me again, and this time I was fidgety and....uh....damp. What's with all those musical interludes that stretched the songs out longer and longer? Sheesh.  Finally, after we listened to a few songs and I knew my brother had seen me there, I stood up and we left.

We slowly walked a couple of blocks to his car, talking along the way. He seemed to relax a lot as we walked. I was glad for that. I knew from our conversations before then that he was dominant, but I hadn't seen that yet. Would I get to see it?

When we got to his car, he opened the door for me and I got in.  Before he closed the door, he leaned over and kissed me.  This was no light, sweet kiss like we'd shared in front of the club.  This was a hot, deep, forceful kiss. He touched my breast as he kissed me, squeezing my nipple firmly through my blouse and bra. I moaned and arched my back, pressing against his hand. He pulled his hand away then and slid it down, slipping into my pants and panties. He found my clit immediately and started rubbing it. My wetness made it easy for him.  We weren't kissing anymore. I was just staring into his eyes, feeling the pleasure build.  Those eyes!

"You're going to cum for me," he whispered, more like a command than a statement. I nodded and simply said, "Yes." I kept my arms down at my side. It felt instinctive, like it was what I was supposed to do.

Every now and then, he looked away from my face and watched me rock my hips, grinding against his hand. Even though I was fully clothed, I felt completely exposed to him. He seemed almost businesslike, impassive - and I was just about overflowing with passion and pleasure. The dichotomy was striking. I asked him for permission to cum, and he consented after making me wait what seemed like forever. I cried out as I came and I felt more than a sexual release. I felt my body releasing the nervousness, the anxiety about meeting him, and, most importantly, any need to control anything.

Before he backed up and closed the door, his lips brushed against my ear and he whispered, "That's a good slut."

My breath caught in my throat. He closed the door before I could say anything and I was shaking as I tried to fasten the seat belt. He got into the driver's side and I still hadn't succeeded with the damn seat belt! I really didn't want him to see me like this.

I was telling myself to pull it together when I noticed that he was unfastening his pants.  His hard cock was freed easily. Mmmm.....beautiful. I hadn't even asked about his cock (that just feels rude, doesn't it?) and he hadn't offered any information, so I knew there was a chance that he might be itty-bitty, but...uh...no. I was pleasantly surprised that he was...... more than a mouthful. No, I'm not going to share his measurements, but I will say that just about any woman would be impressed.

I looked up at him and he was just looking at me. I smiled. Good thing I didn't have my seat belt on because that made it easier to lean over and take his gorgeous thick cock into my mouth. Those of you who have ever sucked a cock in a small car know that it's not as easy as it looks. The angle is nearly impossible and the darned steering wheel is usually in the way to some degree. Still, I took the opportunity to enjoy him a little and learn about him.

After a little while I stopped and looked at him.  Did he really want to cum like this? As if he could hear my thoughts, he tucked his cock away again, put on his seat belt, started the car, and said, "I think I know just the place we can go."

To be continued....

(Don't worry, Prowlers, you won't have to wait long. Part 2 will go live at 4:00 pm Pacific time today.)

My First Affair - Our First Meeting

I flew to Seattle for my first in-person meeting with W (read about who he was and how we met here). It was the first time I had cheated on my husband, and even though I had known W online for the better part of a year, I was still very, very nervous. We had never seen other before and the faxed photos we had were not very clear.

It was like a first date, only there were considerations that were unlike any first date I had ever had. First, we were meeting for sex, so there was no question about how the date would end, but I didn't know if I should bring condoms or if he would?  And we hadn't talked about that (the first lesson in many I would learn about the logistics of extramarital sex). Second, what should I wear on the plane?  Ok, I know most gals think about what they are going to wear on a date, but I was wrestling with questions like, "Bra and panties or nothing at all under my dress?"  Sure, going without underwear sounds sexy and all, but a couple hours of anticipation on the plane would leave me...uh....damp, which might make my sheer dress wet, too, and that would be bad. I opted for sexy bra and panties and a very sheer, almost see-through black dress.  I was still fairly young, thin, and cute at that time.  I wore my long brown hair down, pulled back on the sides by two combs. The only jewelry I wore was my wedding ring.

On the plane, I was more nervous than I had been in years. I took out the grainy black and white faxed photo I had of him and stared at it.  Would we recognize each other at the airport? Would he be attracted to me? Would I be attracted to him?  What we do if there wasn't any physical attraction? Did I really want to go through with this?  What kind of a wife and mother does this sort of thing? For a while, I regretted the decision to get on that plane.  I thought about how I could tell him that I changed my mind - how I could convince him that it was me and not him (how lame did that sound?  Sheesh....), but there was no time to really think about it. The plane was landing.

I joined the herd of travelers exiting the plan and I saw him as soon as I stepped into the terminal. I think he saw me at the same time. The very first thing I noticed about him were his eyes. He said they were blue, but he didn't tell me how piercingly blue they were.  The second thing I noticed was his smile. I don't think I took a breath between that first moment I saw him and the 15 seconds it took to walk over to where he was standing in the terminal. He reached out and hugged me with one arm while taking my bag with the other. He said , "Hi" as he kissed me, and my whole body responded to him instantly.  I wondered how I could possibly have been worried about physical attraction.

The next thing he said was, "Let's get out of here," and I was more than happy to follow him as he led me to the parking garage and where he had parked his car. I was glad we had talked so much on he phone because his voice was that same familiar voice I had been hearing a few times a week for the last several months. Everything else was new and scary, but his voice reminded me that I knew him, and I didn't need to be scared.

Once we were in the car in the dimly lit parking garage, he kissed me again. This time it was the deep, passionate kiss that I had been dreaming about. He wasn't hesitant or tentative at all.  His hand moved slowly up my dress and between my legs.  For a moment, I regretted the decision to wear panties, but there wasn't much time to regret; I was completely mesmerized by this man. I knew at that moment that I would be doing anything and everything he wanted. Heck, I'd fuck him right there in the car in the parking garage if he wanted to, but that's not what he had in mind.

For the longest time, he gently stroked my clit through my panties as we kissed. Every now and then, he'd stop and move his hand up to my breast, sliding it under my bra.  He'd linger there awhile and then move back down to my pussy. His other arm was around me, with his hand behind my head, fingers entwined in my hair, pulling my hair firmly as he held my head firmly in place.  There was no way I was breaking from that kiss even if I wanted to.  I don't know how long we stayed there like that, but it was quite a while.  I could hear cars coming and going from the two parking spaces on either side of us, but he didn't stop or even hesitate.

At some point, though, he did stop kissing me.  I pulled a tissue from my purse and wiped the lipstick from his face.  We both laughed about that. Then he started the car and we began on our drive to the hotel.

Neither of us had planned the hotel.  I assumed he knew the best place to go and he figured that I would be arranging it, so we had to make a decision.  We ended up driving around a while while he decided where I should stay. As we drove through the part of town where he lived, he actually asked me to slide down in the seat so no one would see us together. Yes, for real.  While it felt very strange, I did what he asked. While I was bent over in the seat, I decided to start rubbing his thigh, then a little higher.  I unfastened his pants and started licking and suckling just on the tip of his already hard cock.  It didn't surprise me that he found a hotel very quickly after that.

I checked in the hotel and we went to the room. We stood looking at each other for a minute or so. I don't think either of us really thought this moment would ever come.  He stepped over to me and put his arms around me, unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the ground. Now I was grateful for the sexy bra and panties. He kissed me as he unhooked my bra and slid it off my shoulders. I unbuttoned his shirt as he led me over to the bed. I laid back on the bed and he just stood there looking at me for awhile.  Normally, that would have been made very uncomfortable, but it didn't at all that day.  He reached down and pulled off my panties.  He pulled off his own pants as he was climbing onto the bed with me.

This is as good a palce as any to tell you what W looked like.  I already told you about his gorgeous blue eyes and his amazing smile.  He had blond hair, and yes, it was quite thin on top, but he cut it short and it was attractively styled - no strange comb-over or anything like that.  He looked his age (46) and I could tell when he came very close that he had some grey starting to come in.  He was not tall - only about 5'8" - and he was stocky, a bit overweight, but very comfortable with his body. The only part of his appearance that surprised me was his unusally small dick.

While I hadn't cheated on my husband before, I had been with more than a few men before I was married, and I had never seen a dick as small as W's.  It was about 3 inches long (if that long) when it was fully erect, and it was not very thick. I'll admit that it shocked me.  I truly wasn't prepared for that. I think I would have been permanently distracted by that if he hadn't slid down between my legs and started licking my pussy like an expert.

I learned another important lesson that day (in one of my future posts, I'll summarize all of the lessons I've learned....it's a long list).  I knew W was a musician - a saxophone player, to be specific. What I learned that day was that musicians (particularly brass and woodwind musicians) have a gift for pleasing women with their mouths. Ladies, you have not truly lived until you have had a professional musician tongue your clit like he tongues his instrument. My, my my!

That first orgasm was unbelievable.  As I was still cuming, he climbed up and slid his cock between my legs. I didn't feel him enter me. In fact, I don't think he did. I think he just rubbed against me until he came. 

As the day faded into evening, I came several times as he pleased me with his fingers and his tongue. He never got hard again, but I still sucked him to orgasm twice that night.

Something I learned about W that day was that he was diabetic (why had he kept this a secret?) and he suffered from ED as a result. He didn't want to tell me because he was afraid I wouldn't want to see him, which is not at all true. In fact, I wish I had been a little more prepared for he situation than I was. Before that day, I didn't know a man could have an orgasm without become erect, but it is possible.  I also thought that intercourse was required for satisfying sex, but over the next four years I had the best sex I had ever had in my life up to that point, and he was never able to sustain an erection long enough for intercourse, in spite of all the pills and gadgets he/we tried.   In fact, our experience together got better once he quit trying.  We both became more creative, and I'm convinced the sex was much more satisfying because  a  "fuck and run" approach just wasn't possible.

So, he went home to his wife that night, and he came back to spend the next day with me.  It was a blur - one orgasm leading right to the next and the next. I had no idea that sex could be so pleasurable.

He took me back to the airport the next evening.  We had already made plans for our next meeting in San Diego in a few weeks. I kissed him goodbye in the car because he couldn't risk kissing me at the gate since he might run into someone he knew at the airport (this was well before 9/11 and you could still wait at the boarding gate with someone who was traveling).

When I got home, I jumped online and let him know I was home safely.  Then I turned my attention to spending time with my husband and young son.  My husband commented that I seemed much more relaxed than I usually did after a business trip.

If he only knew.