Knowing that her hair and the dark corner masked him, he moved forward fractionally and kissed the nipple nearest to him. It hardened instantly, and M...ke felt his cock swell in sympathy. He was glad of the dress covering him down there; at least it might not be too apparent!He also felt Carrie stiffen, just fractionally; no one watching would have noticed. Inwardly, Mike grinned. He had got lucky finding a dancer who liked touching and being touched -- discretely, that is. The girl moved back,. .. to what? That's the question, isn't it? In such a short time, my life had become so routine, so predictable. Something vital was missing in my life, something I knew I needed but couldn't begin to express. So I'm here, yet I have no what I'm really looking for.Oh, it was exciting, very exciting, flirting with a strange man on the net. I never expected it to lead to this, to actually be meeting him. It started innocently enough, a conversation or two, each giving brief outlines of their. After weeks of email and busting my nut countless times thinking about it, we set up a date. Ok, she said everything up. She chose a local hotel and told me she’d email me the room number once she was settled in the room on the date. She’d wait in bed naked with nothing but a blindfold and silk stockings that the other guy would use to tie her wrists and ankles to the bed posts. Damn her attention to detail got me off. The day finally arrived as well as the room number. I didn’t masturbate for. A few minutes later the guy appeared and said he'd move his car. As I walked outside I saw my wife talking to the Spanish guy with her friends. Didn't seem to mean anything. The guy moved his car and I got on the drive to get out. Her bag was on the back seat, she didn't have her keys, so she couldn't get in when she got home. I parked the car in the drive and went back to find her. In the hall , her friends were their, but she wasn't. I went outside to where I'd seen them talking. Right out of.