This story is affectionately dedicated to LipglossGirl, my enduring fantasy.
I've always been a conservative fellow, which probably explains my desire to attend law school. However, I also have an abnormally strong sex drive, which in turn explains why I planned to visit a prospective law school only minutes from Keri's home.
We had met online nearly a year before. I was in a chat room and just bumped into her. The attraction was immediate. The exchange was both incredibly sexy and helpful to me. I had bounced around chat rooms before, and had often seen hints of a sexual cyber world in bits of the conversation of others. However, I had never entered such a world until that night. Keri β both older and more sexually experienced then Iβ was very patient, and insisted on fulfilling one of my longest standing fantasies: hot sex between a basketball player and her coach in the locker room shower immediately after a game. I couldn't believe it, but the exchange of mere type with Keri made me cum harder then I ever had before in my entire life. Needless to say, I made sure we met for private chat several times after that. Soon our meetings became a habit, and eventually we were enthralled in a full-fledged cyber affair.
When I decided to visit a law school very near where she lived, I sent her an email letting her know I would be within driving distance for the next couple of days. I even told her the time and the hour I would prefer to show up at her house. I soon received a reply: "Ethan, if you actually do show up, you better be prepared to fulfill in the flesh every one of the fantasies we've shared on-line." She proceeded by including her address and informing me that her husband was in the middle of a month long trip abroad; she insisted I could crash at her place for the duration of my stay. Because she was so cool about the whole thing I assumed that she didn't actually believe I would ever arrive; perhaps she thought she was calling my bluff.
I soon found out, however, that she was completely serious about accommodating my intentions. I went directly from the airport to her place. She answered the door of her big beautiful home wearing not a stitch of clothing. The moment I saw her I had to brace myself against the door jam. My jaw dropped. She had always refused to send me a pic, but had spent hours describing for me in type the most intimate details of her anatomy. My surprise came not so much from the fact that she presented herself at our first meeting completely naked, but more so from the way her actual appearance and presence completely belittled the power of my imagination; she exceeded in both beauty and raw sexual energy even the most outlandish fabrications of my frenetic libido.
I was first transfixed by her face: her high cheek bones and her forehead framed the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, so big and with a luster that forced me to exert tremendous effort just to peel away my gaze so I could take in the rest of her body. Her lips were full and red, and she had a strong chin to match her indomitable personality. She was tan, with long dark hair. Her breasts were large, a bit more than a handful, with sweet suckable silver-dollar-sized nipples. Her hips flared out from her waist just enough to make my cock begin to swell and ache. She had a tiny strip of dark hair just above the plump mound of her pussy lips. And her legs were long, taking up most of her tall, 5'10", frame. We stood at eye level. Neither of us had to crouch when she broke my trance, reached out and grabbed my hand and pulled me to her through the door. She smothered my mouth with her own, greeting me with hot and moist kisses.
"Hi baby," I said, still tasting the linger of her kiss on my tongue.
"Hi Lover," she replied as she closed the door and began leading me by the hand deep into her house.