We had spent months writing each other. Our emails started through a chat room where we talked about everything. Our subsequent emails went into greater detail and we each learned a great deal about the other. What we like, disliked, what we ate, who we slept with. We learned about our spouses. We discussed our children. Finally, our emails turned to sex. We discussed the things that turned us on. We talked about our fantasies. Soon, our notes turned to plans of meeting. We spoke of details and of what we should do until we ached for each other.
Finally, it happened. I had a business trip that would take me through Chicago and you agreed to travel there to meet me. We would spend the evening in one of the airport hotels. I could only stay one night, but we decided that it would be enough, for awhile.
I make the reservation. We email each other daily, sometimes more often, just to assure ourselves that this will actually happen. We speak of daily events and the weather, nervous and unsure. We cannot wait for the night, but we do not really know what to expect. I have made lots of plans, some that you know and some that will be a surprise.
Finally, the day arrives. I leave the house and drive to the airport. The drive is a long one, this time and seems to take forever. The plane departs from the airport on time, but from the takeoff to the landing I feel as though everything is moving in slow motion.
The plane arrives. You are at the gate. I recognize you from pictures that you have sent and am pleased. You are more beautiful in person than you were in the pictures. Your slim body and long blond hair frames a lovely rounded face, blue eyes and full lips. You are obviously excited and your nipples poke through the fabric of your blouse. I walk up to you and put my arms around you. We kiss, nervously and quickly, guilty in our pleasure and in our meeting. All we can manage in the way of conversation is a quiet "hello". Nothing else is said.
We turn to walk back to the hotel. My bag is in one hand and the other arm is around your waist as we walk through the airport. The walk is long and we keep glancing at each other assuring ourselves that this is real. It is happening.
Finally, we reach the hotel lobby. Our reservations are ready and we check in. I pay for the room and we go to the elevator. The moment of truth. We turn to each other and ask, with our eyes, if we are ready for this. We each see confirmation and anticipation in the other. The ride up is fast.
The lights in the room are on and I have order a bottle of wine, which is there waiting for us. A light snack is also there and all is ready. I smile. Slowly, we disrobe. We know that we only have a few hours and we have waited for a long time. My hairy chest is exposed and you smile. You have told me that you wanted to see it, that you ached to see it. Now you can. You stop and stare.
Once I am naked, I go to you and slowly undress you. I take you by the hand and lead you to the bathroom. We turn the shower on and step in to the hot water. It cascades around us as we take the soap to wash each other. I rub the soap over your body, touching all of you, washing and rinsing as I go. I want to feel all of you and am hard as I rub your soft skin.
You stand in the shower and rinse off as you take the soap from my hand. You begin to wash me, starting with my head and then moving down to my chest. You rub a lather into my chest, watching the bubbles form and then break as they are hit by water. The soap runs down me and your hands follow it down, first washing my hard cock and then reaching behind me to run the soap into my ass. Your hands travel down my legs, washing and rubbing. I lean against the wall as you do. Finally, you are on your knees and you finish washing me. You look at me. Your hands run the length of my cock and you slowly take it into your mouth. Your tongue circles the tip and then rubs around the head. Your teeth rub against it and you take it completely into your mouth.
Your hands travel around my hips, holding me against you. My cock is deep inside your mouth and you move me back and forth. Your fingers travel around my buttocks and find my ass. One nailed finger travels inside the hole. As it pushes in, you begin to move your head back and forth, faster, holding onto my cock with your mouth. I squeeze my buttocks as you probe deeper inside me with one finger. My hands are on your head, running through your hair as you move faster and faster. I feel myself giving in to a climax and a loud moan escapes my lips. Suddenly, my thighs tense and I explode into your mouth. My hips buck, again and again as I come, holding onto your head. You hold all of me, take my juices into your soft mouth.