The Meeting

They have been spending everyday talking in one form or another since their chance encounter online. Each had taken a chance that night and it seemed to have paid off. With communication beginning with simple emails and soon he suggested they Instant Message so they didn't have to wait for the responses.

She agreed, feeling safe with this natural next step. Each day one or the other would logon after work hoping to see the other their. Even thought both had busy schedules they managed to carve out a few hours each day for each other. After a few weeks of this they agreed to exchange phone numbers so they could text message during their break. They began as the random hi or have a good day. Then as if it was meant to be the text messages became more frequent during the day and the instant messaging continued each night.

He made the next move. He wanted to hear her voice and without thinking called her on his way home. She smiled when her caller ID showed it was him. She answered. Her voice sounded weak to her own ear and she tried to sound causal, hiding the excitement that rushed through her. Although she could not see it he was also smiling. He had imagined her voice as soft yet strong and wasn't disappointed. She was pleased with the deep tones that rang in her ears. From this point on the texting continued during work and then when both were able to they would talk instead of instant message. The conversations were easy and the words flowed. They felt at ease and shared things many people didn't know about them in their own lives.

The next step would be the make or break of the all they have invested into each other. They had arranged to meet. She decided she wanted to be in control because she had heard of all the dangers and needed to have some safe way out. She chooses a mall located about half way between their homes that included a movie theatre. They had discussed what they might do, but ended up agreeing to just meet near the center and walk around and talk. They would decide from there if they would part or continue the date. She had changed many times and had decided to dress comfortable regardless. She wore her favorite jeans and a flattering t-shirt. In her nervousness she had arrive 15 minutes earlier then they had agreed.

Despite all the pictures they exchanged she feared she wouldn't recognize him. A small voice inside told her she would recognize his voice and smile and those beautiful blue eyes she had found herself staring at in the pictures she kept of him on her phone. What she didn't realize was that he too was nervous because he wanted it to work out. In all their conversations he only grew to believe she was what he had been wanting in his life. He wore jeans as well. He decided on a gray t-shirt with a dress shirt left open that has small blue strips that he was told were the same color of his eyes. She had made comments on his eyes and decided to go with something he knew she already liked.

He arrived a few minute after she did and had stopped at the restroom for a double check. Pleased with his choice he headed to the center hope to find a seat that would give him a good view of all the corridors.

As he approached he caught sight of her. He stopped short in his steps. She hadn't seen him yet. He knew it was her from her pictures which he had studied. Her wavy light auburn hair fell around her shoulders and face. He took note that she too had dressed down. "Good," he thought, "she already isn't like the others who would dress in heels and say that was what they always wore." He took a deep breath and began in trek toward her. She happened to turn as he approached.

Despite her fears she did recognize him. Without forcing it a smile was formed. She stood and walked toward him and as they got close each took in their first impressions. Although it felt like an hour only seconds passed. She noted his short spiked brown hair well suited for his face. She couldn't help but take in his toned arms and broad shoulders. His walk was confident but not overly so. His eyes shone and reflected off his dress shirt. "Nice touch," she thought. He took in her easy smile and full mouth. She was shapely yet fit. Both were pleased with their first visual of the other.

As the stepped up to each other, uncertain as to hug or shake her hand, she took the led and gave him a hug. He knew it was nerves but the feeling of her pressed against her felt like it belonged there. She breathed in his subtle scent. It was a light muck and it suited him as well. They released each other and both took a step back. "Hi," he said. "Hi," she replied. Then without cause they began to laugh. She took his arm as if they had been long time friends and led him down one side of the mall. Just like on the phone the conversation came easy and they were soon teasing and joking. When walking side by side she would either take his arm or he would take hold of her hand. She didn't flinch when he touched her arm or brushed against her in the small isles in each store they entered. Her closeness was intoxicating and he found himself wanting to go her way even when a path was open close by. She felt comfortable and wanted to keep touching him. He hadn't minded when she held his arm so she continued and when he took her hand he felt small electrical waves move through her.

Without realizing it over an hour and a half had passed and they had made a full circuit through the mall. Not wanting to leave yet he suggested a movie. She felt the same and quickly agreed. They couldn't remember what they watched because they were talking and having fun. She leaned into him often and her closeness only makes him want more. As the movie began to end she was turned to him and suggested they go eat. Impatient to be with her he agreed. As they drove to the diner she didn't think twice and sat as close to him as she could. Her arm rested in his as he drove. It didn't feel like a first meeting but a connection of lost soul mates.

He pulled into the parking lot of the diner she didn't immediately let go of him/ He turned and found her staring into his eyes. He looked over every detail of her face and his eyes lingered on her full mouth. He leaned slightly and brushed his mouth against hers. Her lips parted in response and he again kissed her. Their lips pressed together for only moments. His tongue slipped gently between her lips. Her tongues touched his, matching touch and sensation with his. His hand moved up to the base of her head. His kiss deepened. When they parted she was flushed. He watched as her tongue slid across her lips not swollen from their kissing. She smiled at him.

"um," she began," maybe we can take it to go and maybe go to your place to eat.?" She suggested. "Ok," he spoke," if that's what you want." He looked into her eyes and didn't see doubt or fear. "Yeah I do." She smiled and slipped to the other side and got out. He couldn't help but laugh. He got out and joined her at the counter. They ordered, while waiting they kissed lightly. He didn't want to rush her but he couldn't deny wanting her. As they kissed he again tested the water. He let his hand skim over her shoulders and down her back. It rested on her firm round butt. When he did she kissed him with more passion and he instinctively squeezed her and pushed her into him. She wanted him as bad as he wanted her.

He wanted to leave now and when the order was ready he clumsily paid. They took the order and headed for the car. He walked around with her to her side and pressed her against he car as he took her mouth more forcefully. Her hands found his waist and held him to her. He pulled himself away and kissed her light and quick. He opened her door and after she got in closed her door. He walked around and opened his door. She had already moved to the center of the seat. He handed her the bag and she placed it beside her. He climbed in and started the car. She again took his arm. He turned and she kissed him slow and gentle. He turned back and pulled out. At each light they would steal a kiss, once blocking traffic long enough to cause the drivers to blare their horns. They laughed and continued on.

Once at his place he gave her a quick kiss and ran around the car. He took out the order and placed it on the top of the car. She got out. He closed the door and in the same movements backed her up against it capturing her mouth with more force then he meant to. All he could think about was his every growing desire for her. Having her so close to his apartment, his bed, was causing him to lose what control he had left. She didn't fight or stiffen. She felt his urgency which only fueled hers further. She wrapped her arms around his back, bringing her hands up and over his shoulders. Her hands on him and her pliant mouth told him she shared his need. He kept telling himself to stop and at least get her inside. He struggled with his need and was just barely able to stop assaulting her mouth. Their lips were so close they could feel each others breath, which came fast.

After a few minutes both had caught their breath and were able to release each other. He slid his arm to the small of her back, grabbed the food, and then led her to his apartment. Once there he kissed her gently before unlocking the door. He pushed open the door and flipped the light on. Again he led her by the small of her back and allowing his hand to glide over her butt. He closed the door behind him. "Go ahead and relax, I will put the food in the kitchen," he stated as he walked ahead of her.

She stopped him by reaching out and touching his arm. He turned and found her within inches of him. He needed to move. If he didn't he knew he would lose control again. She ran her hand down to his hand and led him with her to the couch. She turned his back to the couch, took the food from him and placed it on the coffee table, then pushed him playfully down into the couch. She leaned over toward him placing her hand on either side of his head. Her swollen blushed lips brushed over his forehead and down his nose and landed lightly on his lips. His reached out for her but she pulled back. She stood watching him for what seemed like eternity. She leaned again and took his mouth passionately. As they kissed she crawled onto his lap. His hands went from her hair to her back, where he pressed and rubbed and massaged. His mouth only left her mouth long enough to suck on her nipple through her shirt and bra. He moved from one breast to the other then back up to her lips. Her hands clinched his hair with each nipples capture.

He again took her mouth as he slipped his hands under her shirt slide them up and only stopped kissing her long enough to pull her shirt over her head. His eye took in every inch of her exposed tanned skin and his imagination took over on the covered parts. He wanted to taste every inch of her, and as soon as the thought entered his head he began his quest. His fingers traced the edge of her lace bra. Gentle kisses followed the path. This continued until he had tasted her delicate skin from shoulder down to her bra.

She smiled sweetly then ran her fingers under his over-shirt and pushed it down his arms and over his hands. He leaned forward to help and found his face in her rounded mounts. As soon as his hands were free he reached around and squeezed and teased each again and again. He slides the straps off her shoulder and pulls the front down. Her breasts are firm and full with nipples that stand at attention dressed in dark pink. His thoughts drifted to how sweet she tasted and just knowing that the lovely things before him would melt in his mouth like sugar.

She pulled her fingers through his hair and pressed him to her. He captured each one with the eagerness of a child with candy. When one was not in his mouth it was in his hand and being squeezed and teased. A small moan escaped her and it fueled his need. He paused only long enough to pull off his t-shirt and toss it away to some unknown location. She unfastened her bra and pulled it our from under her breasts. She too tossed it aside. Their bodies pressed against each other, skin against skin. Their mouths devouring each others. She again its up, her breath quick, and begins to unfasten his jeans. She can feel his hardness waiting for her and she increases her efforts. Once unfastened she reaches in and takes hold of him. He is warm and hard to her touch. She strokes its length over and over again then cups her hands beneath his shaft and grasps his balls. She massages and pulls on them. He wanting her even more begins to work on her jeans. He unbuttons them and slips his hand down the back, squeezing her butt.

They kiss again and again before she stops him by placing her fingers gently on his kissable mouth. He flicks his tongue out between them. She smiles again and stands. She pulls down her jeans and her panties. He struggles to slip his off and fumbles which brings a smile to her kiss bruised lips. She stands before him her body reflecting what light is coming in from the hallway. She waits as he wiggles out of his jeans and briefs. As he attempts to stand she pushes him down again. She climbs onto his lap, his hardness against her. As they begin to kiss again, his hands roaming over her she begins to grind her self against him. He again takes her breasts in his hands and mouth but with a firmer grasp. His hand glides down over her mound to her wetness. His fingers play with her small hardening nub, rubbing and flicking it. She rocks her hips with his movements; he is now throbbing, needing to be deep inside her.

She raises herself up onto her knees and stroking him, guides him in and lowers back onto his lap. Her warmth now surrounding him tightly. She raises and lowers herself slowly at first. She reaches up and pinches her nipples. He pulls her face to him and they kiss. His hands move on their own to her butt. He grabs holds of each cheek and aides her. Their body smack together again and again. Rising and falling down his erect shaft faster and faster. Her head falls to his they kiss and then she buries her face in his neck. Faster they move together and just as she explodes she cannot help but bite him on the shoulder. This bold move undoes him and he rises his to meet her in long hard thrusts, and another, and again. "Oh shit." He moans as he pulls her body against his. He explodes with an intenseness he has had in a long time.

They stay like this for several minutes. She sits up, smiles. She holds her hand out, "Hi I'm Jill." They both laugh. "Hi Jill, I'm Dave." He responds. Again they explode in laughter. Neither expected this first meeting to go this far, but their growing desire for the person was only brought to a new height by meeting in person. Not only didn't they find someone they could talk with and laugh with but now they knew they have chemistry together.