We met in an Internet chat room one Friday last June, and little did we know what a hot summer it would be.

Kyle gave me his cell-phone number and asked me to call. I was a little hesitant at first, since we were both married. I was intrigued and attracted, though, so I called. Since he was a firefighter, and worked 24 hours on with 48 hours off, and since I had ample free time, it was easy to communicate while our spouses were elsewhere.

Kyle had the sexiest voice — such a turn-on. My panties would become wet just from hearing that voice on the other end of the line; we didn’t even have to be talking sexually. Before long I was planning a trip to visit him. We had to bring to fruition this thing we had started. Kyle had arranged to have the whole week off from his firehouse.

We met, said hello, he handed me a long-stemmed rose, and we had our first long embrace and deep kiss. We agreed we both liked what we saw. He was tall and handsome, with dark hair, a nicely tanned body, and a sexy smile to go with his sexy-as-hell voice.

We drove to a nearby park, and he couldn’t keep his hands off me. At the park we laid out a blanket, and began exploring each other’s body. He reached up underneath my skimpy tank top and pinched, licked, and sucked my nip-ples. He unzipped my shorts and fingered my pussy. I rubbed his ever-growing shaft, and we proceeded to get each other hotter and hotter.

That night we drove to a nearby town for some drinks. On the way back to the hotel he undressed me as I drove down the road. He unbuttoned my dress from the top, pulled it down to my waist, and unhooked my bra, then reached down, took off my shoes, and removed my thigh-highs. There was no need to take off my panties because I had already removed them in the ladies’ room at the bar. Driving with one hand, I rubbed his hard cock with the other while he fingered my dripping pussy, our desire growing with each passing mile.

During our golden week we often frequented a dimly lit watering hole. We drank beer out of cold, frosty mugs, played classic rock ‘n’ roll on the juke box, shot pool, and, as ever, couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. One day we were out of view at a table in the back when Kyle decided to pull out his stiff cock. I went down on him right there. I sucked him nice and slow while I stroked his shaft, tracing circles on his cock head with my tongue, gently massaging his balls, and licking pre-come from his third eye. At the same time he had slid his hand underneath my denim shorts and was fingering my juicy hole. I looked over and the barmaid had walked to our end of the bar, supposedly watching the old color TV. We stopped, knowing we had been discovered, and laughed because that made it more erotic.

On our last day together, we had a marathon fuck session. I slid my wet pussy down on his cock and rode him like a champion cowgirl. We wrestled and played rough. Kyle alternated between fucking me with his tongue and cock. When I begged him to take me in the ass he was more than willing.

I got on all fours in front of him with my bum perched high in the air. He greased his shaft with some lube, then ran it between my ass cheeks a few times, rubbing the head against my swollen pussy lips and clit before entering my ass. How good it felt as he filled me up! He placed his strong hands on my hips and fucked me good while I rubbed my clit, faster and faster. We were in perfect unison. Finally he pulled out and shot his load on the small of my back. Happily exhausted, we smiled with satisfaction.

We fucked and fucked that week and came to the conclusion that we were a perfect match sexually, giving each other what we had been missing at home: hot, passionate, uninhibited sex. Our meeting had actually lived up to all of our expectations. We fulfilled our fantasies that hot summer.

Kyle and I continue to keep in touch by e-mail and we continue to have great phone sex. We plan on arranging to see each other again so we can make more of our fantasies come true. We’re not finished by any means.

I’ve thought about him every day since I left, and I can’t get out of my head this fantastic man and the memories we made. He’s the best lover I’ve ever had, no doubt about it.

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