I recently had gotten back on the dating apps like Tinder and Bumble in search of a new lover. I’m fortunate to have a couple of men that drift in and out of my life but my regular guys hadn’t been dependable for a variety of reasons lately. I wanted to meet someone new and get out and have a little fun.
I chatted with a variety of men for a few weeks. I was even asked out on five different dates by five different men only to be canceled on for each date with an assortment of very lame excuses. A couple of them were afraid to meet anyone new due to Covid, one was intimidated by my “fame” (lol), one had an anxiety attack and one just disappeared when I tried to reconfirm on the day of the date.
I wrote a little blurb that I was taking a few weeks off dating apps out of frustration with the process to the few men that I was chatting with at the time. I cannot understand why anyone would be on a dating app with no intention of dating. It is simply inexcusable to cancel on people last minute and have no qualms about wasting someone’s time. I got to the point where I’d rather just stay home and enjoy fucking my husband than deal with the dating app bullshit. It’s always satisfying but it does put a kink in my hotwife lifestyle, and not in a good way.
Soon after my dating app departure, I received an email from a guy saying that he was sorry to hear about my bad experiences and if I change my mind, he would like to meet me and would be there for a date. I’ve heard that before of course, but the fact that he went through the trouble to find my email and reach out to me was kind of flattering. I sent him a message back and we were soon texting to figure out when we could meet.
I found Keith waiting at a corner table at Patty’s lounge in Scottsdale. He stood up to give me a welcome hug and we ordered a couple beers. I had worn a nice red dress and heels and was overdressed like normal. I like to overdress. I like to look nice on dates and as I’m known for my book “mrs Sexy” it would be rather disappointing to show up all frumpy for a date. It’s also fun to see people wondering why I’m so dressed up and get a little extra attention. Keith was dressed like a guy that I always date. He was sexy and had a Johnny Depp, pirate type vibe to his appearance. He’s a musician and was in ripped jeans, a sleeveless t-shirt with a funky scarf and was carrying a backpack. It became glaringly obvious that I have a type. Keith was my type.
He was originally from New York so he had a hint of an accent that I thought was cute. We had the normal getting to know you chat and got along well. He even pulled out a notebook where he writes song lyrics, poems and the like. He read me some of words and I thought it sounded quite good. He was telling me about his music and invited me back to his place. He said he’d like to play some guitar for me and I thought it sounded like fun. I texted my husband to check in and let him know that I was alright and heading to Keith’s. Hubby was glad I checked in and told me to be safe and have fun.
The next interesting quirk was that Keith’s place was in fact, an RV. It was a nice RV, (a little messy), parked in a parking lot nearby. He lives in it. He had set out on a cross country adventure and ended up here for a while. It was a bit ridiculous but so typical of me to not have any issue with this. Parking lots had been part of my hotwife story but at least this time, there was a bed involved.
It was a little warm when we got inside the back of the RV so Keith opened up a couple of windows. The weather was perfect out and a little breeze cooled it off quickly. I sat down at the small dinette table and Keith grabbed his acoustic guitar and sat across from me but on top of the booth seat. He asked me what type of music I like most. I told him that old 80’s crap is usually my go to but I like many kinds of music.
He smiled and said that he had one for me. He played guitar and sang, “I’ll Melt with You” (a Modern English song). I must admit that I had a girly, swooney moment. His voice was great and I was very impressed. He looked sexy getting into his music and I knew that I would be fucking him soon. He played a few different styles of music including some classical.
At one point, our eyes kind of caught each other’s and Keith put down the guitar. He came over to me and leaned down to kiss me. He told me how sexy I was as I stood up and we continued kissing. His hands began to caress my body through my red dress. Keith kissed my neck, cupped my breasts and started to try to figure out how to remove my dress. I told him that he would have to unzip me as I turned around and lifted up my hair. He gave another kiss on my neck as he started to slide the zipper down slowly.
My dress dropped to the floor. Keith helped me balance as I was trying to step out of my dress, still in my heels in a small space. We laughed but managed and then Keith motioned to the bed where we would have a bit more room. I took my shoes off and grabbed a couple of condoms from my purse. He was fine with using condoms and was impressed that I had my own “mrs Sexy” condoms. I laughed and turned around. I was in a black bra and panties but he hadn’t yet seen the back of my panties. I had worn my lucky “mrs Sexy” panties and I guess they worked. He laughed before pulling me into bed and promptly removing them.
We held one another and he removed my bra. He kissed and caressed my breasts, nibbling a little on each nipple. I started to moan as I toyed with his hair. I started to wonder if he was about to go down on me or if I should start stroking or sucking his cock. I had only given him a few strokes and he was reaching for and putting on a condom. I would have preferred more foreplay but it also had an “I want you now” sexiness to it.
He pushed me back and laid on top of me, positioning his cock against my clit. He held me close and rubbed my pussy with his cock before sliding it inside of me. He moaned as we kissed and fucked, slowly at first. He leaned back trying to get deeper inside my pussy, fucking me harder and faster before turning us on our sides.
My leg draped over his as his thrusts and our moaning continued. He felt good and I liked holding on to his arms for balance as we changed positions a few times. I pushed Keith onto his back and straddled him. I was nearing orgasm but I needed clitoral stimulation. I grabbed Keith’s cock and guided it back inside me. I leaned down to kiss him and started to grind. I slid my own hand down between us and sat upright to rub myself. I looked into his eyes and smiled. I arched my back, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. I could feel my pussy start to throb as I rode Keith and continued to rub circles on my clit with my fingers. I moaned quite loudly as I came.
Keith seemed pleased that I came and asked me to get on my knees. We laughed again at the fact that he hadn’t yet seen my “mrs Sexy” tattoo. He grabbed my ass and thrusted hard and fast from behind me. I laid my head on the pillow and hoisted my ass up high. I know that my husband likes my ass way up. As he fucked me, I told him that he can cum elsewhere if he wants to remove the condom. He pulled out and asked me to flip onto my back. He gave himself a few strokes, kneeling between my thighs, and soon jizz was adorning my breasts and belly.
He gave me a towel for clean up and we laid together chatting. Not for long. There was a knock on the door. It was a security guard telling Keith that he can’t park his RV here. There was a curtain between the front and back sections so the guard couldn’t see me. It occurred to me though that the windows were open so he could probably have heard us. Fuck. Keith made up a bullshit story to get the guard to fuck off for a while.
He came back to cuddle and chit chat some more. I knew that he had recording time at a studio soon. He had told me about it before our date. He was excited about it so I messaged my husband that I was heading home soon and started to search for my clothes. Another knock. Keith goes to tell the security guard that he’s leaving and I finish dressing. He apologized profusely and I laughed saying that I was heading home anyway. He gave me a kiss goodbye and I hopped in my Jetta wondering if the pervert security guard was watching me. He probably thought I was a hooker. It wasn’t a perfect date but it was a fun and memorable date. Who knows if I’ll see Keith again or if he’ll be RVing elsewhere anytime soon. I had a great time, albeit somewhat ridiculous, but I would like to see Keith again. It was a very sexy afternoon. – Juliet Adelaide
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