It was a cold, wet, and windy day, miserable by anyone's standards, to make matters worse, as Trina drove into the car park she heard the train pulling out. Glancing at her watch she realised that it had arrived early, and knowing that she did not have the time to park and lock the car, knew that with the best will in the world she could not get to the station in time to greet him.
She had left home something over an hour previously, with what was for her an all-time speed record. Trina's sleek black M registered Peugeot with its fine beige leather upholstery and CD player belting out 60s music all the way, had run into a traffic jam on route. There had been some kind of accident ahead where a lorry had earlier spilt its load. Fortunately, she had arrived at the tail end of the clearing up process, which had just finished, making the wait only about twenty minutes, but the traffic though moving, had been slow.
For whatever reasons, his mobile phone had been switched off and she had been unable to contact him to tell him to wait, instead she headed for the hotel where they had agreed to meet. For the first time in her life, she was nervous at meeting someone. They had made this arrangement to meet because together they had proven perfect cyber-partners, compatible in all that they had shared.
It had all begun about six months previously; after an initial period of getting to know one another, they had been participating in cyber-sex on an almost daily basis. Eventually they had both bought headphones to be able to talk to each other, but more importantly to be able to listen to one another cumm. It spurred them on to even greater heights.
Then they had bought web-cams giving themselves the facility to watch each other also. Trina loved to see his cream spurting from the single eye of his beautiful cock, it made her climax so exhilarating, leaving them both totally breathless and with hearts racing. From there, it had been a short step to telephone sex while simultaneously using the web-cam.
Within a month of their first cyber meeting, they had grown very close very quickly, and Trina had realised that Simon had become more than just a quick fix for her insatiable pussy. She would go to bed and dream of him, and some days would awaken wet with excitement and use her vibrator.
She would imagine that it was Simon's cock, licking it clean after she had orgasm'd, sometimes four or five times. At one time he had excited her so much, that the vibrator was almost unable to satisfy her hunger, cumming again and again, wanting more and more.
As these thoughts rocketed through her mind she saw him come in, recognising him immediately from their web-cam sessions she thought that he looked more handsome, and so self-assured. He went straight to the reception desk and she watched as he laughed and joked with the female receptionist. Trina didn't mind, she knew that he would be with her shortly and would never want to be with anyone else after that. She noted the casual way that he half turned; taking a cigarette from his packet of Dunhill as he made a quick sweep of the foyer with his eyes as he lit it. Mmmmmm, she mused, I love his hazel eyes, almost cat-like, dreamy, come to bed eyes, he has the grace and predatory look of the tiger, god he is turning me on!
Simon smiled at her, knowing instantly that she was Trina, even though he had only seen her on his web-cam. The word portrait that she had painted for him was clear in his mind; his heartbeat jumped, realising that she had instantly recognised him. The soft slow smile of her recognition could not hide the nervousness that she felt, but gathering up his bag he walked over and kissed her so gently on the lips that it felt like a butterfly's wing, a delicious shudder coursing right through her spine.
Trina began to relax, feeling so at ease with this man, whom she had known for so long, yet had never met. Everything would be fine; she sensed it. Simon exuded confidence and through his relaxed style showed absolute delight at seeing her. He took her through to the bar, ordered drinks and put his arm around her almost protectively, she felt warm and comfortable with him already.
As he moved his hand up the middle of her back, she also knew that he was casually feeling for her bra, but as they had agreed, she wore no underwear at all. Trina knew that he would be turned on straight away and a wry grin crept across her face.
She could feel the warmth in her pussy spreading and realised that thinking of Simon being turned on had had the same effect on her. This was going to be a great night.
Her nipples were beginning to swell now as they rubbed gently with every movement upon the soft and sensual silky material. Delightful thoughts of what they might be doing this night went happily tumbling through her mind.
Taking her elbow Simon guided her gently towards a vacant alcove possibly designed with lovers in mind, with its plush velvet seats and quiet exclusivity.
A candle floated in a bowl of water, giving a soft glow, a single rose and an ashtray were on the solid oak table, and soft piped music added to the romantic ambience.
Seating herself Trina moved along, patting the seat next to her indicating that he should join her. She wanted this strong man close to her at all times.
Initially the conversation was slow, perhaps a little stilted; they both wanted to say so much but felt an early awkwardness with the situation. However, as the drinks spread their warm glow, the conversation became more personal, coming around to Simon's writing. He had told her about the serious work he was doing, but she was more interested in the porn stories, admitting that they were excellent and always turned her on.
As they talked, she again felt those familiar stirrings in her pussy and moved closer to him, her thigh pressing tightly against his. Trina reached for his hand under cover of the table, the wrap-around skirt enabling her to pull it to one side easily for quick and easy access.
Placing his hand on her bare thigh, she leaned closer to him, whispering that she wanted him to tell her what he was going to do to her. She felt him gently begin squeezing and working his way slowly along the soft skin. Talking about his erotic stories had seriously set her juices to flowing and she parted her thighs to improve his access to her very hungry pussy.
She was just as Simon had imagined her, but more attractive. So many times they had discussed this scenario over the Internet, both wanting it to be true but neither daring to believe that some day it might be. The flesh of her thigh was as warm and soft as he had expected it to be, and as his hand moved higher he felt her thighs part and the heat from her pussy.
Within its cloth prison the one-eyed snake began to uncurl, stretching luxuriously, he was not worried, he knew that his coat would cover it; he also knew that it was time to go to their room