Everyone wants to hear about other peoples awesome 'happy ending' hook-ups. And yes, I could relay a few amazing fun and true stories from my own. And, in time I may well add a couple of my inspiring true erotic stories.

However, sometimes ... just sometimes, things don't go quite to plan !

It all started with me needing to visit a dying interstate relative, and I thought hey ... why not tee-up something 'happy' to counter the sadness of my trip. And, after having been winked by a mature-age south-coast lady we messaged for a week or so. Lizzy (not her real name) seemed like a respectable and classy woman who was keen to meet with a genuine Gentleman. With that, we arranged to stay in contact and I would catch-up with her after visiting my relative. Although she lived a considerable distance from where I was actually going I was quite happy to accept the diversion in order to see her.

After leaving my relatives place, Lizzy and I texted, and she very kindly offered to let me stay at her place for the night. All I could think was 'Wow' what a wonderful woman !

Then, as arranged, I arrived at the local Pub on time and wearing the clothes that she had requested (she liked my profile pic of me in my jeans). Lizzy then texted me to say that she was with her girl-friend and would join me shortly, so I got a drink and waited. Naturally, I thought, 'hey' ... is she going to show-up ?

But, happily, she did show up. And 'wow' what a first-class looking woman she looked as she gave me a beautiful happy greeting complete with a warm hug.
All I could think was that she looked amazing, everything that a guy could ask for. Lizzy had the looks, style, was well-presented and just oozed class.

We chatted for a while, bought drinks and then shared a Pizza. Lizzy flirted with me, cheekily let me see her knickers, joked about her hard nipples and made it quite clear that she wasn't shy at all. And, all I could think, was that I was in paradise for the night !

After an hour or so of chatting and socialising Lizzy gave me every indication that I was 'in' with her. And, with that I went to my car to ensure that it was tidy enough to give her a lift home.

Upon my return Lizzy had disappeared, but I figured maybe she had gone to the ladies. So I sat where we had been, among other patrons, awaiting her return. Some ten minutes later, still no Lizzy. So, I thought, ok give her a call on her mobile. But the phone rang and rang with no answer. Eventually though, a text from her saying: "I have left Peter, I don't feel you're what you say you are !"

I was gob-smacked ! What had I done or said ? And with that, the night was over : (

In hind-sight, I guess I was a fool. If something looks too good to be true ... then it probably isn't !

As I now had no where to stay for the night (even too late for a motel), I had no choice but to make the long and perilous journey home. Several hours in the dark, late at night, on south coast roads can be exceedingly dangerous.

Oh well ... I guess Lizzy was warm in her bed and having a terrific chuckle at my expense. All in all, it could have been much worse, as she may have also been the type to take me home ... and then claim rape.

This story is not designed to put guys 'off' meeting the ladies. It is just a true account of an actual happening.

Not every meeting is a winner, and there are fruit-cakes out there !