I did something...very unusual for me. I'd never done anything like this before and haven't since, but I think about it...I think about it a lot.

It has to do with a man.

He'd put an ad on a website I frequent. He wanted to fondle, squeeze, suckle and generally grope a pair of breasts. Nothing else.

I answered his ad.

It was utterly out of character for me. Maybe I told myself I just wanted to hear his story, that it wouldn't even happen. My good sense would prevail, and I'd go back to reading these personal ads occasionally to amuse myself.

But I replied. He was surprised that he'd had a response, for he had almost forgotten placing it at all. It was such a far-fetched notion that a woman would acquiesce to be fondled by a complete stranger that he'd put it out of his mind as a near-impossibility.

He sent me his picture. He had dark hair and eyes, and a laughing smile. Very attractive.

I sent mine. He called me lovely, and complimented the contrasts of the whiteness of my skin, the color of my eyes, and the redness of my lips.

We emailed each other for two weeks, maybe three. We talked about my car search, my dog Mister Bing. We were casual and friendly, and only referred to actually fulfilling this fantasy obliquely.

But refer to it we did. We posited days we might meet; would this Wednesday work? Oh no, he had meetings all day. What about Friday? Sorry, I've got appointments. The weekends were never considered, because I think he had other obligations. Maybe family obligations?

I tested positive for covid. This put a damper on the possibility of us ever meeting, yet he remained upbeat, emailing me daily to check on my health, which I found endearing.

In one of these emails, he asked if I would mind if, while he played with my breasts, I would be offended if he stroked his cock. I was a bit taken aback, but the idea... the idea I liked very much.

I found myself, during my covid convalescence, increasingly fantasizing about him, and the scenario. Although it was not something I believed I'd go through with, the fantasies persisted. I found myself in a constant state of arousal, which I couldn't remember feeling in such a long time. I enjoyed it, and encouraged myself to make the most of my arousal.

I was wet, so very wet at the thought of this handsome stranger touching me, so excited by me that he couldn't help but masturbate over my chest. Then the day came that I was well again, and we planned to meet that next Tuesday.

That morning while walking Mister Bing, I was eager but nervous. Would I actually do something so reckless? So out of character? Did I want to?

I did.

When the Lyft car dropped me off, we met quickly. He took me to his office on campus. We sat oppositis hand over my left breast and inside the cup. I didn't speak, but I know I wasn't silent. My mind was awash with conflicting thoughts and sensations. Was I really doing this? I should leave, it's not safe. Mmmm it feels good.

He began to gently squeeze my nipple. Mine aren't very sensitive, but he made them so that day. Finally my shirt was unbuttoned, my bra fully undone, and I was completely exposed to him.

He paused, breathing heavier. He looked in my eyes with admiration. And then he began really touching me. He squeezed my breasts, and pulled on my nipples. His hands were confident; this wasn't a guy fumbling his way. This was a man who knew what he was doing. He charted a course across my chest, and followed it with dedication.

At one point he held my breasts in both hands so tightly I could feel his nails digging into my skin. I couldn't help but whisper, 'you're so strong.'

Suddenly his mouth was on mine, insistently kissing me. I hadn't expected that, though I longed for it. His tongue was strong too, and capable. I nearly rose out of the chair trying to get closer to his mouth, even though my tongue was already entangled in his.

I couldn't stop the sounds I made. I was able to quiet my moans, but not prevent them.

Then he took out his cock. He'd warned me he wasn't 'a stallion', but without anxiety. He wasn't big or small, it wouldn't have mattered one way or the other, not to me.

He'd move me periodically, with no hesitation or fuss. He put me where he wanted me to be, and even if I'd wanted to, I couldn't resist him.

I knew I was breaking new ground by allowing myself to be fully carnal; with no obligation to him or he to me. As he stood, pulling his very hard cock from his Calvin Klein's, I asked if I could touch him. I put my hands on his ass and fondled and groped him as he'd done with my breasts. As he stroked, he said he wished he'd brought lube to slick up between my breasts for him, but he managed to enjoy himself without any.

By the time he came, we were both handling my breasts and I his balls. He smothered my breasts with his come, and when he later cleaned me up, my skin felt somehow softer than it had before, and we joked about bottling it for sale. After a few minutes we dressed and left, he walking me out of the building as he went to his research lab. Our goodbyes were friendly, though our hug was rather impersonal - but we were in public again, I understood.

Since then we've emailed each other with reflections and thanks, regretting only the things we hadn't done.