After yesterday’s frenzy, my house is spotless. The vigorous cleaning wore me out and I slept soundly for the first time in days. No dreams of muscled Marcel. No visions of entwined bodies. Just deep, peaceful slumber.
I awoke this morning refreshed and centered. After a good breakfast I took a short walk through the park. The crisp air was invigorating and the world felt alive with possibilities. One possibility, Marcel, brought a vigorous energy to my steps and my mind.
My cheeks were still rosy from the crisp air and thoughts of Marcel when I popped in to see Robyn.
Catching up
“You’re positively glowing, mamma!” Robyn burst out as she saw me approaching the store counter.
I felt too alive and confident this morning for embarrassment.
“I suppose I must be,” I laughed, sharing her infectious smile.
Offering me a cup of tea, Robyn motioned me to join her on the stools behind the counter.
“Now dish, mamma,” she prompted before I could take my first sip.
So, I began to unravel the story of my online exploits to that point. I shared my opinions and impressions of the various sites and communities.
Robyn couldn’t hide her amused smile when she learned of my possible interest in exploring bondage and discipline. She agreed that it was probably best to wait until later — after some more vanilla exploration.
Then I learned Robyn shares my enthusiasm for the local naturists society and retreat. We both agreed to become members and plan an au naturel getaway as soon as weather permits. Suns out buns out, as they say.
Next, Robyn grilled me for details on each of the people I had connected with.
Robyn expressed surprise at my connection with Hyun. She had never considered I might have interest in women. I told her that I don’t particularly, but that I have felt attracted to women now and again.
“So, would you say you’re bisexual?” she asked.
“Not really,” I hesitated, thinking. “I’m not even sure I’d say, ‘bi-curious.’ I like men, but I’m not turned off by the thought of being with a woman.”
Was I attracted to Hyun? I confessed that I was somewhat. Robyn encouraged me to think about it. Don’t dwell on it, she advised, but let my imagination explore when I interacted with Hyun.
Mr. Possibility
But then Robyn insisted I tell her all about Marcel. To begin, I told her about how he had propositioned me in video chat. I indicated my shock at interest from a much younger man, but how his charm and boldness had won me over. Robyn smiled and cooed as I showed her a picture of Marcel and described our flirty chats and my vivid dreams that resulted.
“I told you, you’re a GILF!” Robyn beamed. “I’m jealous, mamma!”
I admitted that Marcel’s attentions were flattering and that I was attracted. But I was unsure of his offer to meet for drinks because of our age gap. Robyn reminded me that I wasn’t looking for a serious relationship — just a little fun.
“Seriously, what’s the worst that can happen?” Robyn asked. “You get a free drink, some bad conversation, and then call it an early night? Would that be the end of the world? If it doesn’t pan out, just move on.”
“I suppose you’re right,” I pondered.
“Damn right,” she pronounced. “So, take the leap.”
Just drinks?
After another cup of tea and more encouragement from Robyn, I messaged Marcel.
Me: Still want to meet for drinks?
Marcel: Nothing would make be happier, gorgeous!
Me: This Friday?
Marcel: Perfect. I should be done with work by 7. About 8?
I was shaking like a nervous schoolgirl as I finalized plans to meet Marcel at a cocktail bar we were both familiar with. Then, as I set my phone down, Robyn reached under the counter and handed me a small bottle of lube and a packet of condoms.
“It’s just drinks, Robyn,” I chided.
“You never know,” she grinned, eyes twinkling. “What’s the best that could happen?”
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