Kissing A Stranger

One night, several years ago, I was at home and browsing an app. I soon came across a post which had a woman asking if anyone would like to hang out since her friend changed his mind. She said she just wanted to sit around and talk. I messaged her and we agreed to meet up at her place, which was about a 15 minute drive from mine.

It was around 9:30pm when I headed to her apartment complex. I parked in an area that was fairly lit. I told her I was there and she said she'd be out in a few minutes since she had to put her son to bed. I waited for about 5 minutes and there was no sign of her. I messaged her again and she said she would be right out. Finally, after another 5 minutes, she comes out. She's thin, brunette, cute face, about 5'6", and wearing a pink sweater (this was during winter) and blue jeans. We exchanged greetings and she tells me that her son just wouldnt lay down so she had to sit with him till he got comfortable enough to sleep. Then she said she'd have to go back to him in a few minutes because she didn't like leaving him alone for long, especially since he could wake up and try to look for her. She apologized a lot, but I told her it was fine.

She then got into my vehicle and told me we could park further down. We did and I chose to park in an area of the complex that wasn't lit by any lights, unless it was the occasional vehicle coming or leaving the complex. I parked the vehicle and got out then went to the passenger side; she opened the door and sat sideways on the seat, facing me. We talked about various things.

Before long, it was time for her to head back inside. She asked if she could hug me and I told her I would prefer to kiss her as well. She said she didn't mind that so she stood up and I grabbed her as she wrapped her arms around my neck and we began kissing. Our kiss was slow and pretty sensual for two complete strangers. Feeling bold, I decided to see how far I could get so I moved my hands to her hips and then moved them under her sweater and started fondling her breasts. They were big, and her nipples were hard and puffy. I squeezed her breasts and lightly ran her nipples between my fingers as we continued kissing. This all lasted for about four minutes until we stopped. She still had her arms wrapped around my neck as she looked up at me and said, "Wow. I definitely want to see you again. You're an amazing kisser." I laughed and told her she wasn't so bad herself. We then hugged and she gave me her number and headed back inside to her apartment. I then went home.

We texted each other for a few days, but we never saw each other again. It was during this time, at work, that I was moved from night shift to morning shift, which meant I slept early. And late night was the only time the woman could meet. After a while, we stopped texting and I never heard from her again. I still have the picture she sent me that night when we first started chatting, and I think of her once in a while. She really was a good kisser. I also, sometimes, think if I should've just bent her over and fucked her over the passenger seat. I mean, I know I easily could've if I wanted to and she wouldn't have protested, but, at the time, I was still fairly new in my sexual explorations so I chose to respect her, at least in that sense.