This story was written by two people who met in the Literotica chatroom, Caligirl and Frenchlover. We hope you enjoy reading it has much as we enjoyed writing it.
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Monique walks off the plane to meet the love of her life for the first time. She met him a year ago online, as so many people do these days. The moment they met there was an instant spark between them. Luc is from France, and when he told her he lives in Paris she almost didn't believe him, how could such a thing be true, she asked herself. Until the day he sent her a picture of him at the top of the Eiffel Tower over looking the beautiful Champs de Mars and the majestic "City of Lights" beyond. The picture was taken on a sunny day, his face was tanned and the sun was lighting up his dark blond hair and his green eyes.
From that day on they chatted online almost everyday. Meeting in the same room at the same time, she his darling and he her sweetheart. When Luc first spoke to Monique in private he was so kind and sweet to her, saying things that had her sighing and her heart melting. Monique, having been hurt in the past, took the relationship very slow. Luc was a true gentleman and didn't push her in any way. After three months she finally thought she was ready to let him call her. They made a date at 8:00 am her time on a beautiful Sunday morning. Luc had to wait through a whole day before he could make the call, but he had been waiting three months, what's another day?
Monique had a restless night, dreaming of the city she had always loved and the man she thought she was in love with already. How could it be love? She asked herself a hundred times. They haven't even met in real life yet. She finally climbed out of bed at 6:00am, giving up on rest, and went to make coffee.
The time passed ever so slowly for both of them, minutes seemed like hours. And when the time finally came, Luc's hands were shaking as he picked up the phone.
Monique was sitting on the back porch watching the birds play when the phone rang. She thought about not answering it, but only for an instant; pleasure out weighing fear. She walked hastily to the living room sat on her sofa, legs shaking barely able to support her, and picked up her cordless phone.
"Hello." She says softly, trying to hide her anxiety, her voice almost betraying her.
"Good morning Chéri. How is my darling this day?" Luc asks with a smile in his voice athough his heart was pounding in his chest and he was shaking all over, the knot in his stomach tightening even more. He's been thinking of this moment for so long and now he hears her beautiful voice for the first time.
"Great sweetheart and you?" she answers.
"Fine darling and even better now that I hear you". Reminding himself of the answer he uses when they were chatting. Hoping this would help both of them to relax a little.
"I was so excited to talk to you that I've barely slept last night". He said "I'm so happy to hear you after all those chats."
"You know what sweetie?"
"What my dear?" He asks
"I just love your voice...you have just the sexiest voice I've ever heard" The desire for him showing in her own voice.
"Thank you....yours is not bad either". He answered laughingly with that little French accent he has when he speaks English.
Both of them, hearing each other, were starting to think about the hot cyber love sessions they had in the chat room and could now put a voice on the words they've been reading for so long. The mix of the voice with the sexy thoughts they were having was slowly starting to turn them on.
"You know sweetheart I've been thinking of you every minute of the day these last months. I think I'm addicted to you" He admits.
Monique feels her hands start to shake after hearing his admission. She has been thinking the same about him and tells him so. As she hears his sexy voice softly talking in her ear her hands slide down her stomach, wanting to find her throbbing clit. Her breathing starts to change and he notices, hearing the desire build in her. Luc's imagination begins to run wild, thinking of all the things she might be doing. He's a afraid to ask but he feels he has to know. He doesn't want to rush her or scare her so he starts off slow.
His voice is soft and hardly heard "What are you wearing this morning my dear?"
Monique's voice is full of the desire she is feeling when she tells her soon to be lover she's wearing her pink silk robe.
"Nothing else my sweet?" He asks.
Lost in her rising passion she nods no first then realizes she needs to actually tell him. She has never been good at saying the words she types so well, so she has to force herself to speak.
A soft "no" is her only response.
Sensing her shyness, Luc takes control of the conversation and tells her not to speak, just do what he says. He knows this will turn her on even more and he's hoping it will also help her relax a bit.
"Sit comfortably, close your eyes and just let my voice guide you, My Love" He said in a whispering tone.
Following his orders, she settled more cozily into her leather couch, closing her eyes, letting his voice guide her hands and mind. Even before he said anything, she was already turned on and all her body was on fire.
