When we arrived at the room, we’d wrap a blindfold over our eyes, then knock three times and Ferrah would let us in. Once the door closed we could take off our blindfold but we’d be in a pitch black room. We’d be led into the bedroom where whoever else had already arrived would be waiting.
This entire night would be conducted in the dark. So in reality, aside from the truly creepy fact that we’d be in a room with strangers, it would be no different from the chat room, only we could get hands on if we wanted.
Still, even though I’d never really see these people, I was incredibly nervous. I had nothing to hide. I’d been divorced for a long time and my kids were all grown. It was just my dog, Buster, and me. I could do whatever I wanted and wouldn’t have to explain it to anyone. I could come home early or stay out all night. I was the master of my own universe. Yet my nerves were on fire. It was a week until our planned night out and I felt like a young girl waiting for her military lover to return from Afghanistan.
Gameplay
The evening of our meeting, I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, smoothing down my shoulder length brown hair. I adjusted my glasses over my green eyes and puckered my lips. I’m not really overweight but I’ve got a full figure. Big tits and an ass to match. My face has aged fairly well but I’m no club hoppin’ model. I’ve been called hot. I’ve been called a MILF.
Why was I so nervous?
Sure, I’d be meeting people for the first time…well, really meeting them. But that wasn’t it. I was going to be meeting Mud for the first time.
In my mind, I’d fucked Mud a hundred times. He tongued my clit once at work, he finger banged me in my car in traffic, and he fucked me doggy style on my couch. While some women dreamed of winning the lottery, writing a bestseller, or marrying the perfect man…I dreamed of Mud thrusting his dick inside me. Oh Mud.
Would he like me? Would he want to talk to me in person? Would he want to feel me in the darkness?
I opted for a tight-fitting T-shirt and jeans that made my ass pop, not that anyone would see it in the dark. As I stood there staring at myself in the mirror, I lifted my tits up. They weren’t bad for being real. I’d breastfed and everything so these babies had really put in their work and were still damn fine looking. They deserved some quality time with soft lips wrapped around them.
They deserved a Mud bath.
I’d seen pictures of some of the people I’d be meeting. FieryFerrah was a super sexy red head covered in tattoos. If that was really her.
StallionBTaboo was a hunky, bald black man who’d taken enough selfies to prove that it was really him. We had kind of an online fling for a little while and traded a few naughty pictures.
Veronica was also recently divorced, a single mom, taking care of her two kids and blogging about all the hot reads she could get her hands on. She was a rocker chick. She even played drums in a punk band. I was pretty sure her picture was real. She rocked purple hair and pasty skin. She was Snow White, the souped up version.
Jennifer was a fucking porn star for the most part. We’d all seen her pictures and they were definitely her. She’d been blocked from the site several times because of her dirty photos. She was the girl every guy in the group wanted to fuck but all were probably too afraid to. She was fucking guys like Khal Drogo and that’s a hard act to follow.
Goldenboy was a cute blond with his hair spiked up. He kind of had the pop star look. He was always putting up pictures of his budding romances, none of which worked out. He seemed to dig older guys.
BigGayHunk never posted pictures of himself. He claimed he had book covers coming out soon and would reveal himself then. Until that time, he wanted to keep himself a mystery. So I was seriously curious about that guy.
As I thought about the upcoming date, I eyed my vibrator on the bathroom counter. Vinny. That was his name. Vibrating Vinny. And Vinny was only for special occasions. I like a little hands on action most of the time, but whenever I’m drinking, I need stiff Vinny to go with my stiff drink.
The scene in the Ben Stiller movie, There’s Something About Mary, came back to me. The one where Matt Dillon’s character tells him he should jack off before his date because it’s never a good idea to go out with a loaded gun.
I was going out with a loaded gun.
I looked at Vinny once more and considered taking him for a ride. He was big, curved, purple, and made me come every time. I made a raincheck,
promising Vinny I’d be back later if I didn’t get any Mud on me.
***
Pillow Talk Inn. That was the name of the place. I sat in my car looking up at the neon sign. Could she have picked more of a hooker hotel? Jeez. Well, considering eight people would be going up the stairs in hooded robes, one at a time, I guess the Hilton wouldn’t do.
The thought crossed my mind that this would be the perfect plan if you wanted to rob someone. You could easily bring eight online friends to a hotel, put them in the dark, rob them blind, and then disappear. Who’s going to tell the cops they met up for a night of hanky panky with a bunch of strangers?
Was that what this was? A night of hanky panky?
I’d thought about it a lot. Were we going to just sit in the dark and talk? Or were we going to actually do some of the stuff we chatted about?
I had a feeling no one would show up. Ferrah would be there, and maybe Stallion, but I doubted the rest would make an appearance. What was I doing there? Me, normal Jane, the office manager? What did I hope to get out of this?
God I hoped Mud would be there. I had a hunger for the man. I was becoming obsessed with him.
Sitting in my car, looking at the stairs that led to the apartment, I got excited. I felt a soft aching in my pussy. No that’s not true. It was deeper inside, like a starvation that was nagging at me, begging me to feed it. My panties were getting wet. Mud had to come tonight. He had to come so I could come.