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Mending a broken heart Part 1.

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A few months ago I told you about a love that I lost. Well to continue the story... A day or two after submitting my story a regular reader of this board contacted me and told me that he was very moved by my experience. We began writing to each other, he a journalist and me an aspiring writer, we found that we had a lot in common including chemistry. Then began an on line affair, skyping each other when possible, he mended my broken heart. We always planned to see each other, but because we were never in the same country together at the same time we waited five long months to see one another. Finally the time came when we could be in the UK during the same week, so we made our plans to meet for dinner, then if the chemistry was there for real we would slip away to a room at the same inn and spend the night together. That evening I was so nervous. I found the bra I was planning on wearing really was not a good fit, so rather than wear a different dress I decided to go bra-less. I wore a black designer dress that showed a lot of cleavage, which was to be aparently well received by my new lover. I arrived on the carpark of the inn and called him on his mobile. He was in quite a fluster after having just got out of the shower in the room he had booked. I told him there was no rush and it gave me time to collect my thoughts while he got dressed. He had had a busy day at his office and had driven from Kent to the Midlands where I was staying. Within 5 minutes he appeared at the reception doorway. He looked my way and our eyes met then I ran to his arms. He was very tall and I am quite small, but adore tall men. Our first kiss was long and lingering and very passionate, so I had no illusions that he didn't want me, we were a couple. Before dinner we took my bag up to the room then we kissed again, and in the corridor down to the restaurant he slipped his hand down the front of my dress to feel my straining nipples. Over dinner we held hands and gazed into each other's eyes. The service was poor in the restaurant so we decided to skip dessert and walked hand in hand back to his room both knowing what the night would bring. To be continued.............
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