"With my hand tightly closed, I discreetly raised it to my nose. I could smell her excitement clearly, while her expression told me all I needed to know. No words were needed, so I paid the bill as neither of us wanted to finish our meal, we had other things on our mind. Outside the restaurant we hailed a taxi, climbed in and I gave the address of my hotel as she sat back in the seat. Her panties were still clutched tightly in my hand when I sat back, so I opened my palm to show her, then leaned to whisper quietly in her ear "show me". Although it was quite dark in the back of the taxi I could still tell from her eyes she was very nervous, but she looked into my eyes, gave a shy smile, then eased one of her legs towards me. With her legs slightly apart she started to raise her skirt up her leg until it was just above her knee, then turning slightly towards me, she lifted her leg enough for me to see she was wearing hold-up stockings, lifting it a bit higher still, I could clearly see her shaven pussy. I looked up to see her watching me, then let my hand rest on the top of her thigh, close enough for my little finger to lightly brush against her, all the while keeping an eye on the taxi driver as my finger pressed against her wetness. She had gasped softly and moved slightly back at my first touch, her hands moving to push her skirt over my hand, but she left my hand there and moved forwards again so it would press more firmly against her, then reached to lay her hand over the now obvious bulge in my trousers. I took her hand away then leaned over to whisper in her ear "only when I say you can". Her initial look of disappointment was immediately replaced by one of excited surprise and she whispered back "I've never...", the rest of what she was said being interrupted by the taxi-driver telling us we'd arrived. Luckily it was dark in the taxi and he'd most likely not seen anything, but our excitement was fuelled by the thought that he probably had guessed what was going on. Walking into the hotel, she asked "do you think he knew?", to which I replied "I think so yes", at which point her eyes lit up and she whispered into my ear "tell me what to do"...

More?"

" It seems you want to hear more, so here goes:

My breath had been taken away when she had walked towards me that first time. Under her long black coat she was wearing a simple black top cut low enough for me to see the start of her cleavage, a black calf length skirt and a pair of strappy high heeled shoes. The outfit looked wonderful, but it was how she walked that had caught my eye; confident and assured, she moved beautifully in her heels, so effortlessly sensual that I could only watch, speechless almost. But now she was across the table from me and I was struck by other little things: her delicate fingers, the way she lowered her eyes and her lips gave a shy smile at my compliments and how her cleavage grew when she pushed a stray strand of hair back or reached for her glass of wine. We'd been talking fairly intimately for a while, the conversation becoming more and more "naughty" and were half way through our main course when she caught me looking at her. Suddenly serious, she leaned forward and - anxious to know if I'd done something wrong - I leaned forward too, she fell quiet for a moment, then quietly yet firmly said "I'll be right back". My meal forgotten, I could only stare as she walked away from the table. It seemed like an eternity before she returned, my mind racing with thoughts while I waited, but then she re-appeared and sat down again. There was a smile on her face and her eyes were bright. I asked if everything was all right, at which her smile grew even larger, then - after a quick glance around the restaurant - she placed her hand on mine, turned it over and put something into my palm, holding it tightly closed. I knew what it was, while the look in her eyes told me she was enjoying my knowing as well.

Do you want to hear more? "

"We've never made a blog before, but felt we should here. We're not sure what to write, but I suggested we started by giving an account of our first meeting many months ago and she agreed. It'll take a while and several blog entries, but it's so engraved in the memory the details might make interesting reading. If it doesn't, let us know, while if it does let us know that too!

We first met online on a site similar to this one. I already knew her body attracted me from the pictures she'd posted, but when chatting we both found we needed more from our sex-lives and that attraction had grown over time. Not that we didn't have good ones already, it was more that we needed to explore. Having done all the right things about meeting for the first time (in a public place, discretion etc.), we went to a city centre restaurant, where we sat to talk about what we had already discussed online. I'd earlier assured her that even if nothing was to happen between us then that would still be ok, we'd enjoy a good meal regardless, but as the meal progressed it became clear to us both that something was likely to happen."

Will that do? for now?