A Long Distance Affair

The next morning I picked her up, and we drove to the coast. The trip had a two fold purpose. The practical side was to get tires on my truck. The totally impractical, fantasy come true, was this really happening side of the experience was spending the day with a woman who had completely stolen my heart.

For a fleeting moment, it occurred to me that I had completely thrown caution to the wind, but I quickly shoved that thought to the back of my mind and determined that it was worth it.

We talked along the way, shared ideas and stories, and we filled in lots of little holes that our chats had not revealed. It was a struggle to keep my eyes on the road, because I wanted to gaze into her eyes. Her perfume was a delicious distraction, the tone of her voice made a deep impression which still resonates in my mind 20 years later.

I would not criticize anyone for thinking that sitting in the waiting room together as we watched new tires being installed on the truck was the most unromantic experience that one could conceive, but that was not the case. We continued to talk, and, sitting so close, I could feel the warmth from her body, our arms touching on the arms of the chairs. The previous night I had seen her naked, I had kissed her lips, her neck, her beautiful breasts, her stomach and the sweet spot between her legs, causing her to moan with intensity. We had shared the ultimate intimacy of making love. And now, even 12 hours later, I was still enjoying the afterglow and feeling simply content to be in her presence.

The romance took off from there as we headed into town and found a small cafe by the water where we had lunch. Sitting across from each other, and sharing the view of the boats on the water. And from there, we drove across the bridge and into Maine where we visited the Cape Neddick Light House, known locally as the Nubble. This is what she had longed to see.

I wonder if her interest in light houses has waned over the years or if, from time to time, she revisits this moment in time in her mind. In the summer, this is a very popular tourist attraction, but when we were there, the wind was blowing ,and it was cold, and very few people were out and about. Of course, that did nothing to spoil the romance of the moment. Instead, it was simply good reason to snuggle close to one another!

We got back in the truck and headed home. Soon after we started, she turned to me and smiled and then leaned over and unzipped my jeans. She had a present in mind and warned me to not lose concentration on the road as she placed her warm lips on my cock and tickled the tip with her tongue. I could have easily been convinced that this was a dream, but it wasn't. Her intent was to tease - to give me a preview of what to expect when we got back to her room. I was fully aroused when she sat up and smiled again and told me that we would finish when we returned to the Inn. Ten minutes later, she was able to zip my jeans back up.

As we pulled up to the Inn where she was staying, I told her that I would drop her off and then meet her in her room after parking the truck. With a sly smile she asked if I would bring a bucket of ice along. There was only one answer to that question! I parked and went in the back door and up the back steps, stopping at the ice machine on the second floor and scooping some ice into a bucket. I continued up to the third floor and lightly tapped on her door. I heard her say that it was open. As I stepped in side, she was exiting the bathroom in just a bra and panties. I had to catch my breath. Although I had seen her naked the previous night and we had spent all day together, I could really only describe that moment as divine. She seemed so comfortable with very little on; she seemed so natural. She approached me and took the bucket of ice and then she kissed me, her lips lingering on mine, and then she told me that it was time to get out of my clothes.

I took my jacket off and watched as she laid back on the bed, placing the ice bucket on the night stand and then reaching inside to take hold of a single cube. Our eyes were locked as I continued to undress, but I could not help but notice as she brought the ice cube to her breast and rubbed it against her bra. She asked me if I enjoyed what I was observing. Of course I was! This is the kind of moment guys long for, and she knew it. I was now naked and I joined her on the bed. And then I leaned toward her and kissed the wet spot on her bra before lifting my head to kiss her lips, no hurry at this point. I wanted to cherish the moment, knowing that when I left that night I would not see her again before she departed for the airport and a flight back home. I invited her tongue inside my mouth and I breathed in her perfume.

The next thing I knew, she was between my legs , reaching for another ice cube and putting it in her mouth before lowering her head to kiss my cock. I felt her warm lips and then the cold of the ice, warmth followed by cold again and again until the ice cube had shrunk to a size that enabled her to have both it and my cock in her mouth. In a short time, she brought me off, and, like she had promised when we chatted, she delighted in swallowing my seed. And then she kissed me on the mouth and shared the remnants.

The previous night she had asked me to make love to her, but tonight she said "I want you to fuck me." It was naughty, it was exciting, it was a moment like I had never experienced in my life. And I spent the rest of the evening attempting to be the lover I had always hoped to be, attentive, respectful, open to her every desire. I wanted her to know how much I appreciated the effort that she had invested in making this trip happen. I wanted her to know that I found her deeply attractive. I wanted her to know that I loved her touch, her fragrance. I loved the way her ass fit so nicely in the palm of my hands and I loved the way her proud nipples stood away from her smallish breasts. And most of all, I loved her imagination.

I am not sure if I actually conveyed all of this. The evening drew quickly to a close, and soon I was standing at the door, so hesitant to leave, but aware of my responsibilities at home. We kissed one last time and said good night, and then I heard the door shut softly behind me, and, for a second time, the cold air slapped me back to reality as I headed off into the night.

It took quite a few days to process the events of that weekend, and, quite honestly, I am still amazed that it took place. At the time it made perfect sense that my chatroom lover would book a flight of over a thousand miles and come for a weekend visit, one that actually had no guarantee that we would actually meet had unforeseen circumstances interfered. From a distance of many years, it simply amazes me. It was an experience that was totally out of character for me, a responsible family guy who had a good job and was respected in the community. As she was boarding her plane home, I was in the choir at church, looking around at the faces and wondering how many other adults, both male and female, were having similar types of relationships. it was not a question in my mind of if there were any, but rather, how many there were.

Our chats took on new meaning. No longer were we simply trading fantasies; there were actual images of her naked body, her smile - the sensation of her warm body against mine, the fragrance of her perfume - all mingled in my mind and contributing to the desire to see her again. A month later, I was in the middle of plans to attend an important conference in Connecticut. It was important for me because I needed the credits to maintain my certification. This was going to be a busy three days, rushing from one talk to another in order to fulfill the required number of credits. I mentioned to her one evening that I would be in CT for three days at a conference. She hesitated, and then on the screen I saw "are there any light houses nearby?"

Of course there were light houses close to the location - it was the CT coast. She then offered to meet me there. It took me a moment to understand that she was serious. She was ready to plan a second trip in less than three months. I immediately started to formulate a plan and told her that I would be delighted if she would join me, but I cautioned her that i would not have much free time during the day. That turned out to be no problem at all.

There was no way that I could stay at the hotel where the conference was being held. Too many of my colleagues would be close at hand. So, instead, I waited, and before I knew it, the hotel was booked, forcing me to find other accommodations. I found a small bed and breakfast 10 blocks away and booked a room. She followed suit a few hours later. The anticipation was excruciating!

As the date neared, I was shopping on my own, and I ventured into a lingerie store. I love looking at lingerie, always wanting to bring something delectable home for my wife, but knowing that she would flash that look of disgust and then toss it into the back of a drawer where it would remain with other items that I had bought on days when I happened to be feeling optimistic. But today I was free to purchase what ever I wanted, knowing that it would be appreciated. One might think that I headed for the sexiest, most daring items being offered for sale, but, in fact, I passed right by those displays, and instead, found the racks in the back of the store that held soft cotton eyelet sleepwear. These would be classified as cute and innocent rather than devilish. I found just the item - a short cut nightie that would fall well above knees, with a tie at the bodice and matching panties. When I checked out, I asked for a box. The next stop was a card store where I found an appropriate card. After writing to her and telling her that I could not wait to see her in this gift, I packaged it all up and stopped at the post office, and off it went.

The weekend arrived and I left early in the morning to make sure that I arrived just at check in time. I asked the attendant at the desk if my friend had arrived and was told that she had not yet checked in, so I dropped my things off in my room and headed to the conference where I was signed up for a 3 hour pre-conference afternoon session. It would be safe to say that I was seriously distracted during the talk, and moments after I left the session, I had no idea what it was about. But, I had 3 credits towards my goal! When I arrived back at the B & B , there was a note waiting for me. I tore it open and learned that she was waiting patiently for me in her room. My heart raced as I took the steps quickly, first stopping in my room to drop off the materials from the conference, wash my face and brush my teeth. And then I proceeded to the next floor where her room was located. I knocked softly on the door. She opened it, and I stepped into her arms.

Feeling her body against mine once again, touching her hair and listening to her soft voice tell me that she had missed me pushed me back into the fantasy world that we had created. We went to dinner down town, we talked, and as we left the restaurant, I took her in my arms, and we kissed. We made our way back to the B & B and as we arrived on my floor, she said asked me to give her a few moments before joining her in her room. I quickly showered and put on fresh clothes and then closed my door quietly behind me as I mounted the steps to her floor.

Her door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open to a dimly lit room with a candle burning on the night stand. She was standing across the room in her cotton nightie.. she looked beautiful, she looked at ease. Her toned legs showing beneath the hemline hinted at the nature of the rest of her body. She asked me if I liked it, and I told her that she was striking. We embraced and then she started to undress me. She told me that she wanted to give me a back rub as she pulled the covers down on the bed. I lay on the fresh sheets and she straddled my naked body. I could feel the material of her panties pressed against my ass. She reached for a bottle of lotion on the night stand and then I felt the cool liquid dribble down my back followed quickly by her warm hands, and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations of her soft, slippery hands exploring my body. We made love that night. It was soft and sweet and then we fell asleep in each other's arms, awakened only by a warm ray of sunshine a few minutes before the alarm was set to ring. I kissed her and touched her softly and then grabbed my clothes and returned to my room to shower and to prepare for the day.