When that email came from you first, telling me I was an amazing woman that had taken you by surprise and filled you with excitement and wonder, I was thrilled. You had felt the same as me. Of course, I know now that you sent emails like this to all your liaisons, but I did not know that then and I thought I was truly special to you. You spoke about a naturist health spa called Bristol gardens in Brighton and said how much you would love to take me there. I was hesitant. I am not a confident woman and I am overweight, so the idea of being naked in front of other people was scary. I told you I would need to think about it, but I did want to see you again. That second date, you had a minibus from work, you told me you were going to a convention and that you were collecting friends and all traveling together. We chatted and kissed and you parked the mini bus in the Jack and Jill car park, out of the way. The risk of being spotted adding to the excitement. Our emails leading to this meeting had been lustful and we could not wait to get at each-others bodies and make love. I tore at your shirt, that same hairy chest, the same shivers down my spine as I touched you and kissed your nipples. You moving your hands slowly across my chest, fondling my nipples sucking them, twisting them I was wound up like a spring desperate for your cock inside me. But my darling you could not perform. This was not going to stop us the lust was so strong and overwhelming, you could pleasure me and you did so in ways I had never experienced, but you could not get hard. You kissed my mouth and body and plunged your thumb into my wet waiting pussy, with your skill and with our mouths locked together in passion you brought me to the edge and over. I came hard, I began to gush, squirts of juice exploded from me wetting us and the seat, I had never experienced this before. I was embarrassed and a little in awe. You smiled, you were the lover I had always wanted. We relocated to the woods at Devil’s Dyke and we tried again but the same thing happened. You were self-conscious, and despite me saying I did not care, I knew you were upset. You later emailed me, that this had never happened before, but that a friend had told you that the pressure to perform can make this happen sometimes and you needed to just relax. You said you would be better next time. I did not care. I was so completely in love. I had gone to places in my mind while you made love to me, that I had never experienced with anyone before. I was left reeling and totally addicted.