As I sat in the lobby waiting for Helen to come down, I reflected on our relationship as I pretended to read my magazine. We had never met face to face, but I felt as if I had known her all of my life. We met on ICQ by chat request; her ad immediately intrigued me. I was married, but in a lonely marriage, and our first chat indicated that she was in a similar marriage.
We chatted a few times without any sexual discussions. Then one night I couldn’t sleep and signed on to ICQ. I was more than a little sexually frustrated and frankly was looking for an online lover. She was online, and I knew I really didn’t have much hope of finding what I was looking for by chatting with her. I messaged her and we chatted for a while. I told her that I wasn’t able to sleep and she confessed that she had that problem, too.
I decided that I would need to look some place else for the relief that I needed. Just as I was saying my good-byes, she stopped me.
“Do you ever do anything on here to help you sleep?” she asked.
“Yes, sometimes,” I confessed.
Our fantasy took us for a walk on the beach where we made passionate love in my favorite secluded area. It was a little awkward at first, but we soon got in sync and the passion grew. I could tell by her words that she would be a skilled lover. We both enjoyed a release of the tension that had built inside of us. We continued our chat and enjoyed another beautiful climax before saying good night. I went to bed peacefully, thinking of this wonderful lady.
It was a few weeks before I was able to catch her online again. It was late at night and again, I needed relief. Again, I confessed my problem to her and she suggested that we shower together. She took control as she bathed me and drove me close to the edge. I took her to the bed and we had raw animal sex, again reaching a thundering climax.
We continued our sporadic online lovemaking by keyboard for several weeks. I suggested to her that I would like to voice chat with her. She was reluctant, saying that she was to shy to say those words. Finally, she agreed and our relationship blossomed. She didn’t have to say the words. Her sultry voice and passion came through. I had never had an experience online that seemed so real.
We had agreed in the beginning that we wouldn’t get emotionally involved and because we were both married with children, it would be impossible to meet. The first condition fell be the wayside very soon as our emotions took over and we found ourselves expressing our love for each other. This intensified our passion and the online sex got better and better.
We both wondered if it would be as good if we ever met. Is fantasy better than real life? Well, the time had come when we were about to find out.
I nervously waited in the lobby while turning the pages of the Sports Illustrated magazine that I had picked up in the gift shop. Every ding of the elevators distracted me as I anxiously wondered whether it was her. “Ding”, the magic elevator finally arrived, bringing my love to me. I looked around and saw her. I immediately recognized her from the pictures that she had emailed to me. I rose from the couch and slowly approached her as I drank in her beauty.
My arms reached out for her and before saying a word, I embraced her, holding her tightly. “It’s so good to finally see you,” I whispered in her ear.
“You’re not disappointed?” she asked. She had always been so self critical of her looks.
“You are lovely, Darling,” I said as I kissed her softly on her delicious lips. “Are you ready for dinner?”
“Yes, I am starving,” she said, while still checking me out. “Our chariot awaits, Dear, “ I joked as I led her to my car. I opened the door and helped her in, not missing a glance at her legs as her skirt rode up to her thighs. As we rode through the traffic to the restaurant, I pointed out all of the interesting places that we could visit and theaters that we could attend during her week here. “If we have time,” I thought to myself.
I had reserved a table in the back corner of the restaurant. The hostess led us to it and we sat in the candlelight. We held hands across the small table as we talked about our trips here. The waitress brought the bottle of wine that I had ordered and poured each of us a glass half full. I knew the effect that a couple of glasses would have on my loved one. She would relax and that wonderful sense of humor would entertain us.
“Here’s to a great week of pure happiness,” I said, as we tinked our glasses together.
The food was ordered and brought efficiently to our table almost unnoticed in our intrigue with one another. As the wine had its predicted effect, Helen began to talk uninhibited by her original nerves. I felt her bare foot slowly moving up my leg as she chatted nonchalantly.
“Hmmm,” I thought as I slid forward slightly. “This is going to be a wonderful evening.”