THE PERFECT STRANGER

What do you fantasize about? Is it that man that waited your table at the resturant? Is it having a threesome with your mate? Is it having sex in public? For a long time, I fantasized about having sex with an older stranger. Something about the excitement of a stranger and the experience of an older man was ever so sexy to me. It was a fantasy I had for years.
Walking to the store not too far from where I lived, I was stopped by this man. Nice looking, not a knock out, but nice. Well dressed and put together. He asked me how I was doing and my response was, "fine and yourself?" He replied, "fine."
We shared a pleasant exchange of small talk until he asked me if he could give me a call. Looking at the man, I could tell he was older. To the eye, he looked to be only slightly older, I would assume him to be 26-28. I asked him how old he was and he replied "39". That, I was not expecting. At the time I was 19 and never associated myself with a man of that age or any man over 3 years my senior for that matter. I quickly told him my age without him even asking and his response was "what? Is 39 too old for you?"
And just after he said that, the thought ran through my head, "this could be my fantasy man". Something about his reply told me that he was a very sexual man. That maybe I was also his fantasy. I then informed him that I would take down his number and call him. He looked disappointed, because usually that means the girl isn't going to call, but he agreed without argument to give me his number.
For a few days I thought about this, calling or texting him. But I was a bit nervous. Could I fufill my fantasy without a hitch? Could this be dangerous? I didn't know, but one night, at about 12 am, I decided to find out. I texted the stranger. My text was simple, it said "hello". I waited about 5 minutes until I received a text from him. His read, "who is this?"
"Oh yes how could I forget," I said to myself. This man doesn't have my number, he doesn't know who I am. I texted him back stating my name and describing myself. He realized who I was. After another exchange of small chat, as we had the day we met, I received a text saying, "excuse me, I'm not trying to be rude, but I should tell you I am a freak."
Jackpot. Over the next couple hours we chatted discussing our sex lives, our fantasies, sending dirty text. We decided to make plans to carry out my, I mean, our fantasies the next day(or that day technically speaking). I was so excited I could barely sleep. I fantasized all night.
He was on his way. I was so excited I had butterflies and to top it off it had been a while so not only was I going to fufill my long awaited fantasy, I was about to get some for the first time in a couple months. He picked me up and we went to his place. We didn't even wait to get back to his bedroom before we were tearing at eachothers clothes. He bends me over, teasing me, swiping his toungue across my clitoris only once. That sent me off!
I had to have it. Wanted it so bad. We made it to his bedroom where he laid me on his bed. He spread my pussy lips apart and started working me with his tongue. It felt so good I can't even describe. At this point I was almost to my orgasm point but I didn't want to orgasm that way. I wanted him inside me.
I lifted his face with my hand and told him to put on a condom and get in me. He happily obliged. He slowly put himself inside me taking long, slow strokes. I grabbed his lower back pushing him deeper inside. After he got my pussy warmed up, he started to speed up his pace. Pushing himself in me faster and faster. He could tell I was reaching my breaking point. Trust I let it be known. "Turn over," he said stern and sexy. That's right baby, tell me don't ask.
From the back he pushed himself inside. This is my favorite position so I was in complete heaven. He grabbed my shoulders and took long deep strides. The sound of his body slapping my ass turned me on even more. Gently, he pulled my hair as he went deep in me and leaned over to kiss my neck. My body broke down and I laid in the most vunerable position; flat on my stomache, with him pumping inside me from behind. I clinched my vaginal mucles so that he can feel me tightening and releasing as he stroked. This drove him to really give it to me. And just like that, I was done for. Like in a movie we orgasm in unison. It was the best sex I had ever had. He wanted to go to the movies after. I lied and said I had cheerleading practice. I wanted the experience to be what it was, an experience. Nothing more, and definatly nothing less.