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A few years ago, whilst working on night shifts, I'd been talking to someone on an online dating website. You never use your real name on those sites, but he seemed familiar to me, I didn't actually realise how familiar he was, until I was at the bar that night.
This guy smiled at me, whilst he stood in the company of some of my friends from the local sportsclub bar, where as an amateur sportsman himself, he helped coach the youth team. He was tall, smartly dressed and softly spoken.
Looking back now, when he'd asked me out during our previous evenings texting, I'd told him I was going out to the local pub, so actually, he was being a little pushy by being here.
I'd had a funny few months leading up to here. As a divorcee, I'd finally got my confidence back and had tried a few dates. Some good and some bad. I had met one guy, Pete, who had pretended he was single, and we had some great sex, but something wasn't quite right with Pete. Something quirky about his behaviour. I found this quirk to be the hiding of a long term partner of his, who worked at the same place as me, which made things awkward. Pete is another story, for another time.
I'd also met Mick, who was in and out of my life for periods of a time, but this was purely sex. Mick had a cock like no other man I'd ever experienced, it was so big it brought pain but this quickly turned to immense pleasure. I secretly still touch myself thinking about the rough drunken sex we had in my back garden, even now, some 5 years later. I still carry the scars on my knees and feet caused by the friction of the rough fucking I received that night. It's definitely a good "go-to" in my secret wank bank, especially times when I need to cum really fast.
Introducing Frank... Frank was here, in the local bar, and I realised Frank was the guy from the online dating chat I'd been having. Frank was a lot older than me, and after a half hour of conversation watching by me, I thought he was very interesting and funny, but yet had a quiet presence also. He was physically large, as in over 6 foot, with very large weathered hands from outdoor work, which I found out over the coming weeks random meetings was due to his ground-working business.
He had shown me a lot of interest online for weeks, trying for a date, but I always rebuffed his advances, partly due to his age, him nearer 50 and I was 40, and also due to my busy shifts.
I decided to go home early that night and text Frank. We texted late into the night and explained a bit about ourselves to each other. He had two kids from a previous relationship, and was self employed. I had one child and was recently divorced.
As my child played sports locally, we attended a few functions at the sports club, and Frank was always somewhere in the back ground, still trying to chat me up and asking me out, it was becoming a running joke among my friends.
I'd asked a few people about him, but nobody knew a great deal as he never grew up locally.
This one particular night, he'd asked if I fancied a night out after work to a nearby town, and I finally relented. Obviously I still hadn't learnt the rule of "eat before you go out" and "don't date when you're horny" - but I'd had no time for either recently.
He was smartly dressed in a white shirt, tight Artvin Escort jeans, but he definitely looked older than his years.

We laughed and drank several G