It was an unusually warm day for December, that first time they met. She had been online chatting with friends, when he instant messaged her.
Her first thought was to cancel it, but something, somewhere deep in her unconscious made her respond. She thought to herself it would go like all the others, and she would end it quickly by saying she had to go, then next time she was online she would block his name.
She expected the same online attempts at pick up lines, " Can I help you with your fantasies," "You seem to be an intelligent women, would you like to fuck," and her favorite "I have a big one for you" they all amused her but they didn't win her attentions.
She expected that, and she was prepared with her polite but usual response, when he offered none of those obnoxious lines, she was intrigued.
By the time she had realized it they had been talking for over three hours. He had offered her his phone number, she had politely refused it, but as the conversation progressed she found herself wanting to hear his voice.
She was stunned by her reaction, in such a short time she felt this undeniable connection with him. Eager to put a voice to the typed words, she called.
His presence on the phone was as great as his presence online. She felt her insides melt the first time she heard his voice. That phone call was the catalyze to their passion.
Never before had she felt such a strong connection, they were complete opposites in every way except one.....their desires.
They talked consistently on the phone or online almost everyday, their bond grew along with their need to consummate their bodies, and souls. When they couldn't be satisfied with just erotic talk anymore, they knew the time had come to finally meet in person.
He made arrangements to take an extra day on a business trip next month and fly to meet her. For her, the waiting would seem endless, she prayed for the days to rush by. She tried to busy herself with her writing but she was often distracted by her thoughts of the approaching day.
When the day finally did arrive she was nervous, more so then she had anticipated.
As she drove to the airport, she began to obsess about everything, wondering if they had built this up too much in their minds, had they placed an impossible expectation on their meeting, would they be able to meet their own standards?
Pulling into the covered parking structure, she found a space near the elevators. She arrived an hour early, because of all the added security measures she wanted to be sure they found each other. This gave her time to pull herself together, although she doubted the butterflies in her stomach would disappear before he arrived.
She found a seat where the passengers stream out from behind the security screeners, watching as men, women, with and without significant others walk by. Some are involved in animated conversation, some just pretending to acknowledge the chatter going on beside them. Just then, she looked up and saw him. He walked down the aisle, stopping, he set his bag down looking around, not entirely sure of who or what he was looking for.
She doesn't get up immediately, instead, she silently observe him. She watches how he carries himself, exuding confidence, sexual magnetism.
Casually, she walks up behind him and taps him on the arm, turning around he knows her immediately.
Their eyes meet for the first time and the connection is undeniable. Everything that is felt is said without words. The desire and passion, that wanting ache is reflected back into each others eyes. Everything that she obsessed about an hour ago had faded from her memory.
He held out his arms to her and she is drawn to him, much like the first time she heard his voice. His embrace wrapped around her tightly, his voice providing the warmth. She stood there, absorbing his presence, feeling his arms entangled with hers. She thought she would faint from the sheer enormity of that moment. She had dreamt about it, fantasized about it, replayed it over and over again in her mind, and now she was feeling it, living it, she couldn't have felt more at peace.
There in the middle of the airport, surrounded by hundreds of travelers, they were alone, together at last. They kissed as if they had been lovers for a thousand years and then they kissed as if they would never see each other again.
The reality of the moment hit them and they broke apart, happy to finally meet. In her mind she knew she would not run away. They walked thru the airport to her car, talking endlessly along the way.
Reaching the car, she unlocked the doors, and he placed his bag in the back-seat. He closed the door, grabbing her hand he pulls her close to his body.
She can feel his excitement pressed against her stomach. Her body aches with the need to be filled by him. She looks up into his eyes, searching for that same ache.
He leans down, taking her face in his hands and brushes her lips with his. A whisper of a kiss she tries to catch, the implications of a night only beginning.
A sigh, long, deep, he leaves her standing there, breathless, pleading with her eyes for more. He smiles at her and walks around to the passenger side and climbs in. She opens her door and slides into the drivers seat, her body tightly wound with emotions. She starts up the car and pulls out of the parking structure, they talk about his flight and their anticipation about meeting.
As they talk he places his hand on just the inside of her knee, causing her pussy to contract and throb. His hand lightly caresses her exposed knee never venturing further then the bottom of her skirt.
She finds it almost impossible to pay attention to the road, her thoughts possessed of the sensations he is causing her.
They stop at a stoplight and she leans over to give him a hungry kiss as a sign of her readiness. He reaches up and gently tugs on her nipples, she moans as she drags her lips from his. The car is filled with their sexual hunger for one another, and she hopes they make it quickly to the hotel.
Arriving at the hotel she valets her car not wanting to waste time looking for a parking space. They walk into the hotel together, and find the front desk. After the usual paperwork of checking in, they finally have the key to their room and their passion.
They didn't linger in the hotel casino as the sounds and sights promised of a financial windfall, they were more interested in the promise of a night to remember.
Quickly finding their way to the elevators, the doors open and they follow the other guest into the enclosed space.
She stands in front of him in the back of the elevator, leaning herself against his excitement. She molds herself to his length, gently rocking back and forth, stimulating him unbearably.
He takes his hand and slides along the side of her breasts, lightly grazing it but with enough intent to cause her to gasp out loud.
They finally reach their floor, and hurriedly make their way out of the elevator. They walk down the hall, looking for room 1229 .
There in the middle of the hallway they stand in front of it, he takes the key and unlocks the door the first of many things that will be unlocked tonight.
He holds the door for her as she walks in first. The room is beautiful, a king size bed in the middle of the room, the colors a soft, muted shade of earth tones, relaxing, seductive. Although she has seen the Vegas view many times, it somehow looked different to her tonight, like she was far away from everything she knew, her own mirage in the desert. Except it wasn't a mirage, he was real, flesh and blood standing here in front of her. Her mind was a whirl of unexpected feelings and thoughts.
