From the day that we met online, Mitch and I hit it off. We talked often and told each other a lot about ourselves. One day, he picked me up several blocks from my house to have lunch in this out-of-the-way café. A place that gave us privacy to talk about anything. Soon, our conversation took an unexpected but delightful turn towards our sexual fantasies.

Mitch looks around the room, then leans over and asks, “Do you like to masturbate?”

My body responded before my lips did, and I felt my nipples harden and my clit swell with arousal. Thinking back, I could remember that by the age of ten, I had already discovered that touching certain areas of my body made me feel good. Many a night, I spent fingering my nipples and cunt until I quivered with excitement.

I blush, giggle, and reply, “Why yes, doesn’t everybody?”

Before he could respond, I flash him a sultry look and ask, “Do you like to masturbate?”

He blushes and replies, “Yes, especially when I am talking to friends like you online. You are one sexy hot redhead, and you make my blood boil.”

I shift in my chair, feeling the wetness accumulate on my panties, and ask, “Mitch, when did you have your first sexual experience?”

I could tell by his reaction that he was hesitant in telling me when. I took a hold of his chin and looked him straight in the eyes. “Baby, nothing you say will alarm me, baby, because I have a varied sexual appetite that includes some taboo subjects.”

Mitch’s eyes came alive with excitement, and he replies, “Oh really? God, that is so hot.” He pauses to watch my reaction, then says, “Then you won’t be surprised that my first experience was incestuous in nature and happened when I was twenty-two.”

My body trembles, and I admit, “Oh my god, I would love to hear about that.”

Mitch lowers his head, shifts in his chair, and answers, “Maybe some other time, doll. Right now, my dick is too hard for me to think straight.”

I grab his arm, smile, and calmly answer, “Sure, honey, why don’t you send me an email about it?”

He kisses my cheek, puts his arm around me, and confesses, “That’s a great idea. I can turn you on when your hubby is asleep and you’re hot and horny.”

I wink and coo, “Looks like someone is reading my mind.”

He laughs, “Well, baby, great minds do think alike.”

I took a sip of my cola and squirmed in my seat, noticing Mitch is watching me closely.

He flashes me a devilish grin and suggests, “Looks like I am not the only one horny as hell. Let’s get out of here and go for a drive.”

I nod my head in agreement, and the two of us stood up and walked out of the restaurant, making sure my body concealed Mitch’s hard-on.

He escorts me to his vehicle; the smell of his cologne was enough to make me weak in the knees and get my motor revved up into high gear. When he opens the car door, I lean into him and kiss his cheek.