An Eventful First Meeting

The clock seemed to loom over her. She imagined that she could hear the sound of its incessant ticking beating in time with her heart. She was waiting for the two thin arms to intertwine with one another, like lovers, at twelve o clock. It seemed like it would never come. What if he didn't come? She had no real guarantee that he would show up. Her heart danced faster. He would come. He wouldn't leave her like this.

She looked around. People hurried around like ants. She watched as lovers clung to each other; kissing through veils of tears as they prepared to leave one another. Businessmen shook hands. Mothers carried bundled children and mountainous bags while running for trains. Another minute had passed. She looked again at the glowing rows of numbers, times and destinations. It was definitely platform nine and the time was definitely twelve.

She thought about their first accidental meeting. She had been looking for something. Revenge? Pleasure? She hadn't been sure. She was tired of men who acted like boys and didn't know how to give her what she wanted. She had been hurt and damaged too many times. Her value was at an all time low. She had wanted to simply forget herself for a moment. Tentatively she logged on. Which name to choose? She decided on something suitably vulnerable to mirror how she felt inside. She didn't even know what she was looking for.

She had never been in a chat room before and didn't know what to expect. Her name, pretty girl 24, she soon realised was very tame in contrast to some of the other names in that room.

She was inundated with requests – 'hi hon,' 'hey sexy,' 'asl'- she was totally lost. As she set about responding she was met with the ridiculous to the insane. Perhaps it had been a bad idea. None of these men, clearly there just to have a wank while their wives were asleep, would go anywhere towards satisfying the deep curiosity and desire that was burning within her.

She lingered for a few moments longer watching the replies flick past on the screen. The name 'Teacher' popped up suddenly. "Hey," The reply was simple and not laden with sexual innuendo like so many of the others. She thought that she liked the irony as she had just qualified as a teacher herself. Maybe he could teach her something.

"Hey," she replied. "This really sucks." A small smiley emoticon appeared. Clearly they were at least on the same level.

"I know. What is it that you are looking for exactly?" She paused, unsure of how to answer a question for which she honestly didn't know the answer.

"I don't know," another pause, "I guess I am looking for someone who knows how to take care of me. I'm tired of men who don't know what they are doing." The screen remained static for a second.

"Well, I'm sure I can provide that. Why don't you give me your messenger details?"

"I don't think so." She wasn't really prepared to take any of these men into her personal space; even if it was just on the computer.

"You should. I'm trustworthy. I promise you won't regret it."

The conversation continued along the same vein. He tried to persuade her; she tried to rebuff him. He was funny, using jokes to poke fun at the strange situation that they found themselves in. After about half an hour of chatting she agreed to let him know her name.

She could barely believe that their first meeting was six months ago and now; here she was, waiting for him to disembark a train and meet her. She could hear the grinding and squeaking of a train approaching and stood up from her warmed metal seat to gain a better view. The train slowly snaked into the station, grounding to a halt a few feet beyond the barriers. A wave of fear washed over her. Maybe she should just go? Perhaps it was a bad idea. She knew, however, that she couldn't. He had come so far to see her.

After a few minutes people started pouring from the train into the station. She scanned the faces. She was looking for one that was already so familiar and yet unknown. Suddenly, he was there, looking slightly tired and slightly concerned, until he clearly caught sight of her face in the crowd. A giant grin lit up his face and unreserved she rushed towards him, holding her arms open to feel the warmth of his embrace.

"I can't believe you are actually here." His face was shining with elation- a look that already she was familiar with. She sighed into his chest with relief. Finally, he was here with her. He extracted her from his arms and took her hand in his, rubbing the joint between her thumb and forefinger gently. "Let's go to the hotel sweetheart." He had booked a two bed apartment in the city. It was for her own safety and peace of mind he had said. If she didn't want to be with him then she could choose not to stay in a room with him. It was simple but terrifying. The idea of being alone with someone who was essentially still a stranger. Her body quivered in anticipation. A reaction to being so close to him finally. The way he looked at her, so hungry and with so much adoration, made her ache inside.

The walk to the apartment wasn't long. They exchanged stories about their journeys, the weather and their simple disbelief that they were finally seeing each other face to face. The apartment was nice and they made their way through to the living room. She threw her bag onto the floor, relieved to be rid of the heavy weight. He placed his down more carefully on the sofa and turned to face her. "Come here beautiful."

She obeyed him almost without thought and he held her, closely enveloping her within his arms. He pulled her back taking her head in his hands sweeping away strands of brown hair that had fallen onto her cheeks and running his fingers along the line of her jaw. "You know, your lips are just as full and gorgeous in person." She looked at him with adoration and examined his blue eyes, which were looking at her so earnestly, noting how his cheeks became full as he smiled at her. She lightly traced her hands along the arms that held her. Her head swam as he leaned down to kiss her. Gently at first, searching for a response from her. Months of passion welled up in her stomach and she kissed his back fiercely.

"Baby," he groaned under his breath as he kissed her back mirroring her passion with her own.

"I wanted you for so long." She forced her body and lips against him as she spoke the words. Again, he responded to her intensity, pushing her up against the apartment wall. Heat emanated from his body and she ran her hands along the crisp edge of his shirt while he moved his hands down over the curve of her chest. He pulled back only for a second to gaze at her wildly, squeezing her ass and pulling her closer.

"Feels as good as I imagined," he threw a quite smile, "now are you going to give me what I want baby?" Without waiting for an answer his hands moved to the front of her thighs, lifting her short denim skirt to reveal her delicate lace knickers. She whimpered as the touch evoked another surge of wetness within her already wet and hot pussy. She inhaled slightly as his fingers found the edge of her knickers and pulled them aside. "You're all wet honey. Tell me why you're so wet?" As he said it he rubbed gently over her swollen clit making her groan. "Well?" He paused, "Do you want me to fuck you? Is that why?" She could barely let out a gasp of a yes. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me." The words escaped her lips as a high pitched moan. He kissed her harder on the mouth as he slid both hands underneath her skirt and pulled her knickers down to below her knees. His fingers found the wetness of her tight hole and she groaned with satisfaction.

"I need you so much." Her breathing increased in pace to match her rampaging heart rate. Slowly, he slid his fingers inside of her and she could feel her wetness run over it.

With his other hand he started to clumsily undo the buttons on his jeans revealing his boxer shorts underneath. Without hesitation, he pulled his already hard cock out and glided his hand towards it. As the chill of her hand touched its smooth warm exterior he released a growling breath into her neck.

He lifted her leg to the side, allowing his body to push closer into hers. He withdrew his fingers from her throbbing pussy and gently traced his wet fingers along the line of her lips. Automatically she opened her mouth to taste the warm juices. She was aware of his hard cock pushing at the opening of her pussy.

"Does it taste good baby?" She moaned a barely coherent yes and he kissed her hard on the mouth. "You do taste good." He pushed closer into her lifting her slightly so that she was almost sitting on the tip of his cock. She pushed harder against him, wanting to feel his hardness push into her already tightened and pulsating hole. He responded, pushing in further still, making her gasp. Already she could feel the pressure building within her and she laid her head back against the wall, feeling the pressure building, waiting for the orgasm that she knew would happen too quickly. She could tell that he could sense her immediacy and he kissed her deeply again.

"Come on baby, cum for me." Whether it was being given permission or the hard friction of him within her she could feel herself cum almost immediately onto his cock. Her legs started to quiver as he continued to push deep inside her. He gripped her tighter and having seen her cum was pushing himself to orgasm.

"I want you to fill me with your cum." She shuddered again as another wave overtook her. "Please, please, I need it so badly inside me." Through half closed eyes she watched as he let go and filled her with his hot thick cum. He slumped against her on the wall, still inside her, both of them enjoying the pleasure of the closeness between them. After a moment he began kissing her neck and cheek.

"I've wanted that for so long. I can't believe you are here and that you are mine." He pulled himself out and pulled her over to the sofa. Come here darling. She pulled herself closer to him, rubbing her hands underneath his partially undone shirt. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of his heartbeat that was slowly beginning to calm itself. She thought that it might be the start of a long affair.