From wrong number to sex in one day (M/F) | 2016

It's a thursday night and I'm winding down the day like I usually do- playing video games. Around midnight I check my phone and see a text from a couple hours ago. "Johnny don't you love me anymore?" My name is not Johnny and I did not recognize the number but it was too late to try to text back.

The following day I called the number from the lobby telephone and it went to voicemail- it was a woman. "Hi you've reached Susan, leave a voicemail" I did not recognize the voice or name and went up to the office with a devilish smirk. I was going to have fun with this one. Sure enough, I get settled in my office and text back "Of course I love you Susan :)"

"Hey Johnny how are you? I lost all my contacts so I had my brother give me your number" "I'm Good now that I have your attention. What are you doing?" "Just at work" "How about you get off work and we go have a picnic" ....

Obviously this was going to go nowhere but messing around with wrong numbers is always hilarious. The tone gets increasingly sexual

"Are you really Johnny?" "yes. I've been thinking about you a lot lately" "oh yeah...." "do me a favor" "yes?" "Go to the bathroom and snap a photo of your panties" She doesn't do it I say "alright I'll just see them in person. What are you doing tonight?" "I have plans" "Cancel them because you're going out with me" a few minutes pass "what time and where are we going?"

Eventually I have had enough and tell her who I really am. Just some guy in his 20s. Oddly enough she doesn't freak out and we converse normally. She writes that she is a teacher in her 40s and wants a photo of me because I sound hot. I ask for a photo of her first. She sends and I couldn't believe my luck because she was fit and attractive. I'm reluctant to send a photo of myself because I have horrible self esteem issues. She coaxes me some more so I muster up what little courage I have and send my best photo. She writes "you're hot :) When are we going out?" Wow...

I pick her up at 8 the same night and we go to the nearest bar. I couldn't believe what was happening. She was wearing a tight black dress. She's blonde with enormous 36DD breasts and plump ass. The ultimate milf fantasy. We spend a few hours drinking and the waitress kept looking at us with curiosity and apprehensive bewilderment. A 20 something guy and a 40 something woman? A tinge of jealousy spread across her face. Eventually I get impatient and hint that I'm ready to call it a night.

We go back to her place and she says "we can't do anything tonight, I have an early appointment".

okay. I've heard this story before. We're inside the elevator and I grab her from behind and kiss her neck.

We go inside her place and she shows me around. "we can't do anything". Okay, I agree. I plop down on the couch and pull her next to me. She immediately stands up and talks about nonsense. I'm getting frustrated. I thought I was going to get dominated by this tall, curvy milf but instead I had to lead as usual. I push her on the couch and lightly grab her by the neck.

this is getting long so maybe a part 2 if this flies better than my first story