She'd never met him, not even talked on the phone. Now he was coming to meet her, making the long drive in a camper. She could count the times she'd been in a tent on the fingers of one hand, and have fingers left over. She'd never ever even set foot in a camper.
She was nervous, very nervous. They'd had sex online, which when you came down to it, was very safe. Now that he was heading her way, she was terrified in more ways than she could count. Truth be told, she was excited too, sex with him was scary and fun and she wondered if it could be that way when they met.
She'd made plans to meet him partway. He had a favorite campground. She kept telling herself she'd cancel, even as she filled the car. Told herself she was too sensible, too nervous, too staid, and too old. He'd hate her; he'd be repulsed. The doubts rang in her head as she paid the tolls, mocked her as she followed his directions, still heading north.
She found the campground just before dark. She followed the winding dirt road, reading the little markers. His camper was right where he said it would be, isolated at the furthest reach from the others. It was bigger than she'd expected. It looked like someone had put vinyl siding on an eighteen-wheeler. She parked her car beside the camper, still telling herself she was going to stand him up.
He was taller than she expected. He had wide shoulders and narrow hips, and moved with an easy grace she hadn't expected from his size. His smile was warm. He pulled her into a hug even before she got her car locked. "I knew you wouldn't chicken out,' he told her. He hugged her so tightly she couldn't breath. That wouldn't have been a problem, except that he kissed her and every sensible thought she had fled her mind.
He kissed her hard, possessively, holding her close to him. He slid one hand up, holding her head as he drove his tongue into her mouth, warning her in no uncertain terms of how he meant to fill her. When he let go, she was breathless, her lips puffy from his kisses, her knees weak. "Come on in, you must be starving," he grinned as he pulled her up inside.
"I... there's wine in the car," she said.
He let her go, but only for a moment. She retrieved the wine she'd bought, and he towed her up the steps and into the camper.
"I'm not really hungry," she confessed as she entered his domain. "I'm too nervous to eat."
"I'm not," he told her and laughed. "I made good time, but I know you must have hit traffic." He pushed her to the bed gently and made her stretch out. She sighed in relief as he worked on her muscles, loosening the knots and easing them. She kicked off her shoes gladly and gave herself over to the feeling of his large hands moving on her body. She felt limp and relaxed when he turned her over, and knew she had a silly smile. He settled on the bed beside her and cuddled her close. "Still scared?" he whispered.
She shook her head.
"Good," he said. He chuckled and his hand slid under her shirt, just stroking her skin gently. She was softer than he ever could have imagined. She moved as he touched her, her breathing uneven as she got excited. He held her closer, wondering if she'd be as wild in person as she was online.
He slid one hand into her pants and she moaned. She was wet, and she blushed when she realized he knew it. "You like this?" She refused to answer, but she made no attempt to get away. He tugged her pants out of his way and rubbed his fingers in her slit. She was slick and whimpering when he touched her. And to his surprise nearly too tight when he tried to slide a finger into her.
