This is not just a story...it is a work in progress.
They had been friends on-line for almost a year. They were introduced by a popular site where many people from around the world gather to play online games. It started innocently, with meeting in the same game rooms, strictly by chance, then actually searching for one another to IM, first typing, then sound and webcams. Then the attraction became more apparent as emails were exchanged, likes and dislikes...home life and such to erotic emails, very graphic pictures painted to the other of what might happen should they ever meet face to face.
Therein lied the problem. Both were married, living several states apart. But there were times, when through correspondence, they felt very connected, as though they were virtually next to one another, almost within a finger's gentle touch, or at least they could dream so. They had described the meeting so vividly to one another, it was almost as though, when and if the meeting finally occurred, they had simply to act from script.
However, up until now, it was merely fantasy. A conjured time and place each of them doubted would happen, but the thought, or hope of such at least gave them an escape from reality and a hope of something wonderful, even if it only stayed in the planning stage forever.
As fate would have it, the chance finally came. He was sent only a few miles from her on business. It was all he could do to hold his excitement in until he got home that day to email her the good news. And as he predicted, she was elated. As the day drew near for him to depart, the elation turned to paranoia as they both began to wonder if the climax would crumble as they met face to face and realized the other wasn't quite what they had hoped for. But that fear was soon to be put to rest.
After landing, checking in the hotel and showering, he only had to wait for the enchating hour at which they had agreed to meet at a local bar, one she had chosen because of familiarity and friends to look out for her, in case this was something more dangerous than primal desire. At last he found the bar, parked and could feel his breathing ever increasing with each footstep towards the entrance. It was almost as though his breathing and heartrate were in perfect time with his footsteps. "This is so silly. You've got to get a grip, she is just a woman, you are a man, each of us acting on impulse. Just go in, relax and enjoy her company", he tried to convince himself. But he knew this was much more than just some blind date. It was the woman he had fantasized over so many times while pleasuring himself, just dreaming at the chance to make those dreams a reality.
As he walked in and cased the joint amidst the smoke and dimly lit room, he was beginning to doubt she could have found a reason to show, not that she didn't want to, but there was a spouse to escape from. But just as his heart was sinking amidst giving up, he saw her. Even among the faceless others, the smoke, noise and ambience of a local neighborhood bar, she stood out like a beacon, lighting the way for all his penned up desires. He extended his arms for the introductory hug, and as they embraced he held her tightly, just as she expected he would and she held on for dear life. His body heat extended into her own flesh, almost matching heartbeats, like a finely tuned drumline.
She led him towards the back, where she said they would have more privacy. Several drinks and some lengthy conversation later, he popped the magical question, " Do you trust me?", he asked. She nodded and affirmed she indeed did. And she honestly did. Not only was she completely comfortable around him, now that she was finally face to face with him, she WANTED him. Those feelings of akwardness had quickly been replaced by pure animal desire. As far as they both were concerned, he couldn't get them to the hotel soon enough.