Wufwuf was a regular in the 40s room and lived in a market town about 15 miles away. She was funny and her posts were full of double entendre so when she suggested that we meet I agreed. We swapped numbers sorted a date and time and she named a pub on the High St to meet at. Messaged her once I had parked and she was already in the pub and would get me a drink ready.
I walked into an almost empty pub and there was what I took to be a guy, in a dress, sitting alone, with two drinks in front of him/her. I’d been seen so walking out seemed overtly rude, forcing a smile onto my face I walked across the pub. He/She stood and there was a slightly awkward air kiss before we sat.
Up close I realised that Wufwuf was indeed a female. A female who was very keen on touching me. She sat next to me on the bench seat leaving me no way out other than moving the table or climbing over her. Her hand went to my knee as we talked about nothing very much. My hands stayed on the table.
She shifted the conversation toward sex, telling me about which others in the chat room had hooked up for sex. All the time gently kneading my thigh and sliding her hand further up my leg.
I am cursed, or maybe blessed, with a very non-discriminatory cock, so I was getting harder despite her unprepossessing appearance.
She knew what she was doing to me and eased her hands away to take hold of one of mine. Slowly, but very firmly, she guided it to her legs and under her loose floaty skirt. Up her rather short legs to find proof of her being very definitely a her. A very smooth, very very wet her. She made eye contact as she pulled my hand away and guided my fingers to her mouth.
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