"I'm coming over tomorrow." That's what he'd e-mailed her yesterday after he figured everything out. They'd been e-mailing and chatting for months. The sexual chemistry between them was electric, but was only part of the connection they felt. Together they'd hinted about meeting, but the time was never appropriate. Until a month ago. She'd left her boyfriend and he was single too. They had shared pictures of their bodies in semi-erotic poses, but had never shown their faces, wanting to save that for if and when they met for the first time.
Now, he stood at the end of her sidewalk looking at the quaint two-story house. He saw movement in the upstairs window so he knew someone was home. But was it the right someone? He'd already walked by the house about five times, deciding on whether or not to actually go through with it. She'd said if he could find her house to come over. Well, if he was right, this was the house.
Of course, she'd left little clues, but they were quite difficult to follow. Breadcrumbs, she'd called them. It had taken him weeks to figure everything out. Looking in every word, spoken or written, for another hint that just might get him a little closer to the treasure that was her address. And then, of course, he had to make the trip to see her.
The trip had been the easy part. A quick three-hour flight, a small hang-up at the car rental place, and a twenty-five minute drive was all that stood between him and the promise of the fulfillment of his desires. Well, those things and this cursed sidewalk. He paced around, actually taking a few steps toward the front door once. He turned around wondering if it really was the right house and resumed his pacing.
It only took him another five minutes to build up the courage to actually make it to the porch. He paused at the two steps that lead up to the porch landing, but took them with one step and was finally at the front door. Okay, knock he thought to himself. His hand stretched out and rapped three times on the wooden door. He could hear the echoes within.
It was only a minute, but it played as an hour in his head. He heard the turn of the deadbolt and the squeak of the door on its hinges as it slowly opened. A beautiful face peered out at him saying nothing, waiting for him to say something.
"It's me," he said nervously.
"It's you?" she replied. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on his. She looked him up and down, measuring him, evaluating him.
"I never thought I'd make it up here. I never thought we'd actually meet face to face. His palms were sweaty.
She opened the door more, so he could see almost all of her face. She rested her cheek against the doorjamb while she watched him. He could see that she was only in a long t-shirt that just barely covered her panties. He tried not to focus on that, but instead looked at her beautiful eyes. She gazed directly at him, almost as if she could see right through him. Heat flashed through his skin and he couldn't tell if it was from nerves or the sexual awakening she was causing within him.
"You're beautiful," he almost stammered. He winced inwardly. He couldn't figure out why he was so nervous. He'd been with plenty of women before. None of them had been disappointed, so what was he so worried about?
She smiled at his compliment and said a polite thank you. Her face still resting on the door frame, she hadn't yet thought to invite him in. Curiosity blazed in her eyes as she waited for his next words. He took in her green eyes and her light red hair. Her nose was perfectly straight. She had a light little freckle that sat just above her lip, almost like a beauty mark.
"I knew you were going to be beautiful," he said, "but you're gorgeous." He paused for a moment. "I mean, the pictures you sent always hinted at a beautiful face, but since your pictures were only ever really from the neck down, well, I'm just at a loss for words."
She giggled. "You've been talking non-stop since I opened the door. Doesn't seem like a loss of words to me." She opened the door more and nodded her head indicating he should come in. He walked past her smelling a sweet perfume in the air. It was wonderfully fruity and not too musky. Sweet. Just like her e-mails had been. Just like her personality had been.
"Can I get you something to drink?" she asked.
"Wine, if it's not too early. I'm a little nervous and could use it to take the edge off."
She smiled at his honesty. "Red or white?" She walked over and grabbed a bottle of red out of her pantry before he even answered.
"I've been waiting for you to finally make it up my sidewalk," she said. She turned and flashed him a challenging smile. "Took you long enough."
"I've never done anything like this before. I wasn't sure I had the right house. And, yes, I needed to build a little courage up." He smiled and felt a little relieved about her candor. A glass of wine and he'd be fine. She handed him a glass just over half full which he sipped immediately. A smooth pinot noir, he noted.
She drank fully of her glass. "To tell you the truth, I've never done anything like this before as well." She laughed out loud, her laugh filling the empty house. She then drained the rest of her glass before pouring another. The thought of her being nervous put him a little more at ease.
He could see under the long blue t-shirt that she had on a pair of black lace panties. They hugged her tightly and formed well with the shape of her nice ass. Her breasts were braless under the cotton fabric as evident by the prominent appearance of her aroused nipples. The smooth, milky white skin of her long legs was enticing as she stood watching him look at her.
