As I sit in the first class seat this stranger has mailed to me, on Qantas flight 369, bound for Melbourne international airport from Los Angeles, I think to myself, what am I doing here, sitting quietly, thoughts going through my mind of all matter of consequences, still very unsure of my feelings, doubts about what I am about to do, but that's me, a natural born pessimist and worrier.
We have chatted on the internet for months now, we hit it off from day one, but I was wary, having not that long before, ended an affair with a Brit that I had fallen for, and been badly let down, I thought it had destroyed my confidence in men, and the ability to trust any man, unless it was a face to face meeting, it became a real challenge for me.
But I told Barry all of this, and he understood my feelings and misgivings, and how I had been hurt so badly, but he persisted with me, we became great buddies at first, talking about anything and everything, I learned he was such a trusting loyal man, although I knew he was married, and in an unloving relationship, I slowly but surely understood this man, and wanted to be part of his day to day routine, as he did mine, not a day passed where we did not chat, teasing and flirting with one another, he with this great ability to calm me, teaching me how to relax myself, and letting my daily pressures be released from me. Over time we had got to the stage where we had to meet, we had many similar interests, but one he had mentioned had always intrigued me, Australia's largest river the Murray, that winds its way through three states, through the beautiful Australian bush, the great outdoors. It was in an email he sent me that he asked if I would come to Australia to meet him, and spend two weeks camping out on the banks of the Murray River, virtually in the middle of nowhere. I thought long and hard about his invitation, what I was leaving behind, traveling to the other side of the world to meet a man, who is physically, a stranger, but in every other way, a great mate.
We undress each other, slowly touching, your fingers in my hair, tracing slowly around my face, I hold your face between my hands, we stare at each other, your beauty astounds me, the most beautiful hair, your eyes sparkling, your breasts rising and falling with each breathe, your nipples standing cutely to attention, your face with that beautiful smile, as your eyes gaze over my nakedness I move around you, keeping you close to me, I sit gently on your bed, pulling you onto my lap. I then lie back on the bed, and sit you on top of me; your hands start to explore me as I caress your breasts, pulling the nipples through my fingers, tugging them, gripping them tight in my finger tips, and pulling them to their extremes, they tighten even more as I massage them roughly You run your fingers down the side of my body in small circular motions, stopping at my waist, as if you sensed this is my special sensual spot, it arouses me so much when I am touched there, my cock throbs as you continue to run your finger tips over me, digging your nails deeper into me, makes me shudder even more.