They had met in a chat room and kept in contact over an instant messenger. She was a young girl from Texas and he was only a year older and from the east coast. He liked to keep her in suspense when it came to his specific location. He was intrigued by her and she seemed to enjoy talking to him. They had been talking for about a month when they decided to experiment with each other.
Cyber sex had always interested him and she was curious as to how it would feel and if it would ruin their internet friendship. They both went through the process slowly and enjoyed it immensely. They were both very new at this and couldn’t belief that the other was just as inexperienced. They grew even closer after that first sexual escapade. They wanted to be with each other more every time they cybered and even discussed the idea of meeting.
When he turned 21 it was time to fulfill his lifelong ambition to drive cross country and see as much of America as possible. He wanted to see Mt. Rushmore, the Golden Gate Bridge, and Old Faithful among other great sites. He had mentioned this to his internet love and she picked up on the fact that he would be stopping close to where she lived. She didn’t tell him this though.
He stopped at the small roadside motel just outside of Amarillo that he had told her about. She was there about an hour after him and noticed the only license plate from the east coast in the parking lot. She waited until the owner of the car left the motel for lunch and she made her move. She walked in the office and rented a room right beside his. Her plan was simple. The fact that they had never met face to face gave her an edge she would use to make this a meeting neither would forget.
When he returned she put her plan into action. She stepped out of her room just as he was walking up the open air corridor in which both of their rooms resided. She allowed the door to slam shut and acted surprised when this happened. She immediately turned and began to jiggle the door handle and smack the door with an open palm in an effort to get in. As he passed he asked what was the matter and she told him that she had just lock all of her keys in her room. He logically suggested that they go to the manager an ask that he let her in(what he didn’t know was that she paid the manager to step out as soon as he saw her lover return). The both of them returned to the corridor after they found that the manager was nowhere to be found.
He was never one to let another person suffer without cause so he invited her into his room, out of the cold, until the manager returned. Her plan was working perfectly. Inside the room she saw pretty much the same scene as in hers. To the right, as soon as they walked in the room was the bathroom and a large picture window held a place in the wall opposite the entrance to the motel room. Between the bathroom and the widow was what she was most interested in, the queen size double bed. She walked further into the room and sat at one to the two chairs at a small round table in the corner of the room. He offered her a cup of coffee and she accepted.
She sat there, her arms wrapped around herself as if she had been sitting out in the cold for an extended amount of time. The made their introductions, hers fake of course, and waited for the coffee to finish perking. When this occurred he poured two cups and sat one in front of her while he sat opposite her and sipped his drink slowly. She then proceeded to take off her coat and reveal a gorgeous body hugged tightly by a dress that probably showed a bit to much cleavage but she didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was that he noticed. It was obvious that he did.
She was dressed to kill. Her dress was black and was accented by her gorgeous white skin. Her breasts were slightly lifted up by her bra and almost burst out of her tight dress. Her brown hair was shoulder length and filled with curls and swayed every time she moved her head even slightly. She had a medium frame and decent build. Had there not been a table in the way he could have seen right up her dress to her black satin thong. She knew modesty would get her nowhere.
He was dressed in a sweat shirt and jeans. Nothing fancy about him, he had not planned on this encounter but wished he had. The woman in front of him was possibly the hottest thing he had ever laid eyes on. He wanted her right then and there but knew this wasn’t going to happen. To him she was a stranger. A beautiful stranger but a stranger nonetheless. They continued their forced conversation, each of them wanting the other’s body but only one knowing the truth about the situation.
