My Literotica crush of 4 months was getting increasingly restless, more and more intense. His focus was on how we would get together, when would we meet, when would we touch? I, on the other hand, had major reservations. We were both happily married and had come to Lit to blow off a little erotic steam that we couldn't find with our spouses. We lived four hours away from each other, too far for a fling. And yet it was just too close to ignore the possibility.
My online lover was a firefighter. Tall, broad with salt and pepper hair and an expressive face, he had found me online while I was searching aimlessly through an erotic website. He was welcoming and easygoing.
Our relationship seemed to start as friends, allowing me to get comfortable, chatting about everyday things at first. He waited for me to suggest playing together, and after that first talk, he pounced. From then on he was in control, our dialog was a whirlwind of passion and desire. He loved that I was blonde and curvy, with large, sensitive breasts, regularly telling me to play with my nipples. He would get especially excited when I was working and wore my hair up with my glasses. Every time I wore them, his interest grew, wanting to push me down over my desk and fuck me hard. He always told me I was gorgeous when I was working... and of course he was always able to distract me.
My Firefighter's storytelling style was to tell detailed stories using every online tool he could get his hands on. Sessions often involved long descriptive texts, pictures, passionate audio recordings, and ending with a call where we could hear and see the passion and desire for each other while we climaxed together in real-time. We would spend our time bouncing ideas off each other. A message here, a suggestion there. We learned each other's wants and desires. He even asked me to purchase some new lingerie, including black lace bras that pushed my heavy tits into sexy cleavage, no matter what I wore over it.
I figured out just the right way to tease him, and he learned just how I like to be controlled. Sometimes the focus would be kinky, and through detailed descriptions of bondage he would control me through multiple orgasms. The pictures that he sent me showing just how much he enjoyed controlling me always left me with a feeling of wanting. Other times it would be sweet and loving with voice recordings, focusing on one long, all-day slow-burn, mind-blowing climax. Our time together always made me feel special; beautiful, wanted, and desired.
Over time, these stories started to focus on us meeting in-person. This gave me pause since we were both married. Being strictly digital felt less intimate, kept some distance. But as he got to know me over time, his descriptions and directions, dialed into my deepest physical and kinky desires, were suggested in a future sense, and we both imagined them being played out in-person. His voice was so passionate, revealing a wild need for me, for us, to happen. These desires started to bleed into my dreams, where I could feel his lips, hands, and cock possessing my body as he whispered my name.
I finally told him "yes" to getting together but he had to plan it. For a few weeks that took the pressure off, after all, what man likes to plan or book a trip? But then he came up with the concept of the meet-and-greet, and suddenly, the fantasy started to become real.
His idea was that we would each drive a few hours away from where we lived and meet at a bar in a restaurant just to get to know each other. Conversation only, no touching. It would be a low pressure opportunity to meet and see if we wanted to take things further another time. A single quick meeting that took hours to plan and fantasize about, hours and multiple sessions online, and on the phone, with him saying "when I meet you..."
When the actual date came, I wasn't sure if he would be there. I almost turned around three times on the two-hour drive. My nerves were on edge, I was both scared of being abandoned and deeply aroused. There was a flush across my breasts and my hands were trembling. It was almost hard to breathe. My mind was racing - would it be worse if he didn't show, as he had disappeared so many times online? Or would it be worse if he came and I discovered that I didn't just want him, but truly loved him?
I arrived 15 minutes early, I drive fast when I'm nervous. Although I was wearing jeans, I had brought a nice outfit, with a short skirt and a low-cut shirt that generously showed off my large, heavy breasts as a little tease. Just because we weren't touching a little flirting couldn't hurt. My thought was to arrive early to change and give myself an opportunity to pull myself together. Digital fantasies were one thing, but I was an accomplished businesswoman. I needed to get in the right mindset. For some reason, I decided to touch up my makeup before getting out just in case the lighting in the washroom was unflattering.
Stepping out of the car, I slung my bag over my shoulder, took a deep breath and walked into the building. As I entered, the bar was to the left, the restaurant to the right. I could see the washroom just past the bar.
For a moment, my heart stopped. Standing next to the bar was a muscular, handsome middle aged man, casually talking to the bartender as if they were best friends. I took a moment to look at him. In the virtual world he sent images of his penis, once in a while his face, but I didn't have a good image of his body. He was a few inches taller than me, with broad, strong shoulders. The casual button-down he wore exposed a sexy hint of chest hair. He wore his jeans beautifully, tight across his hips and muscular legs. He looked delicious. I could feel myself getting warm.
Of course, I felt like a disheveled mess who had just driven two hours. Perhaps I could just walk casually to the bathroom and he might not notice? As I moved forward, his gaze caught mine. His big generous smile, so rarely seen online, was completely disarming, and I immediately began to feel comfortable in his presence as I always did online.
