In search of 30+ year old on-line playmate

[soccermom_lvr]

Hello!
Thought I would give this a shot, never know, right? Let me start with a little about myself.....

I am your average, middle aged, white, professional male that lives in suburbia outside a major US city. Have a mini-van 2.3 kids and a dog from a rescue group. Live in a middle class neighborhood with local shopping, restaurants, etc in a nearby drive. Weekends the area is crawling with SUV’s, mini-vans, cross-overs, etc all traversing between soccer games, lacrosse matches, tennis club events, parks etc. All pretty white bread.

I am ‘lucky enough’ to have a job that allows me to work from home 100% of the time, so I can pretty much do what I like, when I like. Having a commute that is a few steps from the bedroom, I am often 'casual' and intersperse my work day with lit and other sites to break it up; as I am always from home, I have the added benefit of always being able to address anything that may 'come up' during the day.

I am looking for my female equvilent. I am looking for a woman that has the freedom to email, chat, etc during the business day - be she a telecommuter or stay at home mom/wife. Am hoping to find someone that is well spoken, educated, has a since of adventure and is open to new (on line) experiences. Certainly do not expect that she will immediately be open to cyber/camming; however, would like to find someone that does not rule out either.

I am more than willing to build, overtime, through email, etc but am hoping to find an on-line friend to share! To be clear, I am only interested in on-line fun - no real time.

After this post, i am posting just a wandering that i had last week which i think may shed light on myself.

If you think you might be interested, please PM me here and lets see what develops.

 

[soccermom_lvr]

The reality:
I am your average, middle aged, white, professional male that lives in suburbia outside a major US city. Have a mini-van 2.3 kids and a dog from a rescue group. Live in a middle class neighborhood with local shopping, restaurants, etc in a nearby drive. Weekends the area is crawling with SUV’s, mini-vans, cross-overs, etc all traversing between soccer games, lacrosse matches, tennis club events, parks etc. All pretty white bread.
I am ‘lucky enough’ to have a job that allows me to work from home 100% of the time, so I can pretty much do what I like, when I like. Often I break it up, because being at home alone all the time can get pretty boring and monotonous, by taking my work with me to my local and ubiquitous Starbucks! At least I can be around others and activity. Because I am in suburbia, during work hours my local Starbucks is mostly filled with ‘moms’ meeting up for coffee, housewives out on errands stopping by for a caffeine jolt, and the occasional business man doing the same thing I am.
The fantasy:
My fantasies are always based on ‘real’ people – meaning I never fantasize about super models, always about the ‘real’ women that one sees out and about on a regular basis. Women that have natural bodies – thin, fat, average, etc – real breasts – small and pert, large and pendulous, and everything in between. It is very common for me to look at women in the grocery check out lane and wonder, “Does she shave smooth?”, “Wonder is she likes to give head?”, “Does she beg for anal?”, “What does her ‘O face’ look like?”, etc… It doesn’t really matter the women’s age, size, or anything in particular – women of all shapes and sizes will set my mind to wondering such things.
Anyway, I had a dream the other night that I was at my local Starbucks and it was another average day as the dream began. The barista’s were managing the full drive through and the smattering of customers inside. Orders were being barked out as they were placed, people milled around the various stuff that Starbucks sells, others stood at the coffee station bumping in sugar and milk into their hot beverages. Nothing out of the ordinary. However, at this point, it was like my dream was in close up mode – all the images were like in a movie, kind of in tight on everyone from the chest up.
As the dream continued, the ‘camera’ pulled back and to my joy, while everything continued as before I could now see that all of the customers were completely nude from the waist down! As everything continued as before, no one seemed to notice or care that everyone around them, including themselves were nude from the waist down. Everyone just went about their Starbucks business.
Now I never ‘see myself’ in my dreams, I am just kind of ‘conscious’ and I was conscious that I was just like they were, nude from the waist down. Of course, once I became conscious in my dream, my dream self (and probably the sleeping me too) became instantly erect and it was only at this point that the dream took a decidedly different turn.
As my ‘camera’ continued around the Starbucks, I became further aware that the customers that were already seated were all casually and nonchalantly masturbating. At one table there were two housewives sitting on the bench talking about their weekend plans. Each was a mid to late 30’s something. One was obviously into fitness because she was thin, with small breast (showing stretch marks down the side as if from having kids), very long erect nipples, and a pussy that was shaped and shaved very short (not bald). Her lips were very swollen and I could tell that hers was the kind that even in a non-aroused state, pushed out and hung low. The other was a bit on the heavier side, her breasts were much larger and hung low, her nipples were not erect but the areolas were very large. Her pussy was shaved smooth and I could tell from zero stubble that she had either been shaving for years or had it professionally maintained. (before you ask, I realize that when the ‘camera’ started everyone was bottomless but once it pulled back, people were selectively fully nude). Each had they legs spread wide and were playfully and casually rubbing their clit – with the same casualness that one might play with a straw while in conversation. The heavier one periodically penetrated herself with her middle finger as if to get more lubrication for her clit. They talked and laughed through their conversation.
At another table sat a business woman with her laptop open, she had a Bluetooth headset in and was obviously engaged in some kind of conference call – as she would periodically address different people about some issue. She was a ‘hand talker’ because as I watched her, she motioned in the air as if conducting an orchestra. As she continued to talk, she put her right foot up on the bench, with her left on the floor and I could see that her black pantyhose was crotchless as she began to work her clit (which was very large) with her left hand – the right hand continued to conduct as she spoke. She undid the button on her suit jacket but she remained clothed from the top up.
In the wingback chair next to me was a ‘book worm’. She was in her late 40’s early 50’s and was reading a large hardback. Like the first two women, she was fully nude. Her breasts hung very low and her tan lines showed that she was a one piece sunbather. She had one leg draped over the arm of the chair. Her pussy was barely maintained and very hairy, although her arousal created a noticeable opening in the hair and I could hear her wetness as she fingered herself. As she paused to put down her book and pick up her coffee for a sip, we made eye contact and exchanged the pleasant smiles that are the norm in suburbia. After her sip, she went back to her book and her fingering.
I glanced back at the first two women and the thin one had picked up her phone with one hand, the other still firmly on her clit. “Yeah, I am with Cheryl at Starbucks. We talked about that…..” her conversation seemed to be with her husband and continued on. Cheryl, however, had her eyes closed and head tilted up, a full on orgasm about to overcome her. Her tablemate continued on the phone as Cheryl fell over the edge of her orgasm and let it roll throughout her body. Her body convulsed with each wave and she clamped her thighs tightly together as she neared the end. “Yeah, okay honey. See you in a bit,” the thin one ended her conversation. Cheryl let out a sigh as she came down and she and the thin one continued their conversation as if nothing had just happened. Cheryl opened and closed her thighs as if to fan out the flames. I could see that her pussy was red and swollen and that a stream of her juices ran from her pussy down on to the bench. She casually picked up a napkin and wiped herself and the bench clean and then just sat with her legs spread wide. “I wish I could get that wet. John would love that,” said the thin one. Cheryl replied, “It does not come without its downside.”
At this point, a woman entered who was either coming from or going to tennis – as evidenced by her skirt. She went first to the bags of coffee and bent at the waist to pick up the bold blend on the bottom shelf. As she did, it was evident that she only wore the skirt – as her closely shaved pussy pushed out the back and her noticeably darkened asshole was visible. She then proceeded to check out and get a cup of coffee as well. By the time she finished her purchases, she was fully naked (no idea, her clothes just disappeared), so that when she turned to find a table, I could see her full nude body. She was in early 30’s, married (as evidenced from her ring), dark hair that was in a bob, and those big poplar sunglasses that look more like a shield than glasses. Tan lines revealed that she had a.) just gotten back from the beach b.) she went for conservative bikini’s. Her pussy had the ‘classic’ landing strip that ended at the top of her crease with just the tiniest bit of her lips pouching out. She had yet to have kids because she was a pert C cup with puffy nipples. She grabbed a chair and proceeded to dig around in her hand bag for something. She muttered to herself as she produced a silver egg with a wireless remote. She reached down and rubbed the egg up and down her pussy as she worked it into her pussy. Once inside, she looked at the remote as if to decide what she was in the mood for and switched it on. She then put the remote on the table and walked over to doctor her coffee at the coffee station before returning to her seat. As she pushed her sunglasses on top of her head, she wiggled around as if she were shifting the egg into just the right place before settling down to her coffee and pending orgasm.

 

[soccermom_lvr]

bump!!

 

[soccermom_lvr]

keep hoping so BUMP

 

[soccermom_lvr]

Never know

I am going to bump but also try and get back into the habit of erotic journaling. I hope that if there are some ladies out there that find my journaling arousing, interesting, whatever, that they will provide some needed encouragement.

 

[soccermom_lvr]

Morning Coffee

Been a while since I posted anything out, so figured, what the hell.
Weather has finally started warming up, which means that I no longer have to limit my ‘clothing optional’ business attire to the inside of my home office. Was nice to sit outside on my secluded deck this morning with my cup of coffee and feel the fresh air and sun hit my body unencumbered! Such a wonderful feeling to have everything out so it can breathe! The simple excitement of being outside, once again, elicited a response from my shaft, raising it to semi-erect.

Being a nice day, I spent the morning trying to figure out how much work the deck was going to require. If you have read any of my other posts, you will already know that this activity was enough to further arouse my manhood – as the motion of moving around the deck set my balls in motion and caused my shaft to bounce and sway in an increasingly arousing manner. Without too much effort, I was surveying my deck with a full on erection.

As I continued my survey, my right hand drifted down to my bits and, almost unconsciously, began to massage my testicles and shaft. It was not long before a thin, clear stream of pre-cum began to gently and slowly drip from the head.

 

[soccermom_lvr]

Not sure how the post just above this one ended up on here.....