We'd met months earlier in a chat room. Usually I didn't frequent the rooms, but a messy breakup had left me with little company at night. In general my visits were normally fairly tame, consisting of joking with the room rather than just nailing the first person to respond to a personal message. I'd seen her in rooms for a few nights, and had glanced at her profile but had never taken it further.
Then one night I was doing my usual mocking of the guys who would fly in and share their measurements then act all surprised that no one wanted to talk with them. Laughter was all around the room and I was having a good time when out of nowhere she sent me a private message. While I'd had women message me before, she was quick and to the point.
"I really enjoy your comments in the room, do you want to chat alone." While I wasn't getting much action my man bits still worked, and I thought this might be a time where I might have some company in what had been a far to solo routine lately.
We talked for about forty minutes, just shooting the shit with occasional sexual overtones when out of nowhere she asked me if I wanted to call her. I had survived a stint in college in a long distance relationship but hadn't stretched my phone skills lately, so I decided why not. On the phone the conversation flowed better then online and after another twenty minutes I was coyly suggesting she remove her clothing. She told me she hadn't done this before, which sounded like a line, but I played along and the first night was a primer (while I primed her) for what was to come.
We kept talking on occasion after the first night, and after about a month it was a nightly thing. She'd call me or I'd call her and we'd go from laughing and joking to moaning and grunting in the course of our conversation. Once she got into it she was fairly outgoing and would tell me exactly what she wanted and how she wanted me to do it. She'd cum hearing my tales of licking her head to toe and then bring me off describing how she'd suck on the tip of my cock while she stroked me gently. While it was all over the phone it ended up being more than either of us could handle and on times one of us would fall asleep exhausted after a three hours session of inspired masturbation.
The more I talked to her and learned the ins and outs of making her cum the more I wanted her. Knowing she would lose it if I slid my tongue across her clit made me want to feel her thighs pressed against my face. Her tasting herself made me want to lick her lips until she came all over my face. She was the same way and even told me on occasion how she had gotten so turned on thinking about me inside her during the day that she had to finish herself off in the bathroom at work.
Through all this the only thing raising faster than my cock and desire to slide into her was our phone bills. She was over a thousand miles away so a quick drive to satisfy the need was out of the question. Then one night she called me and was so excited to talk to me. Sensing the route of our usual conversation my clothes were off and my cock at attention, however it turns out the excitement wasn't about what we'd do tonight, but instead about a work trip she had learned of that day which would require her spend 4 nights twenty minutes from my home. After all this time the opportunity has come for the real thing, unfortunately it was two months away.
That night after we discussed her visit we had one of the hottest sessions ever, with both of us coming enough for a week in the course of five hours. After what I thought was the last time I asked her about a desire of mine, if she was traveling all this way and we were finally going to do this I didn't want anything between us. From our conversations before I knew she'd always been a condom girl, but I begged her to go see the doctor and get on the pill asap. She agreed, after all our relationship was based on fantasy and we both wanted to do all the things we'd been imagining.
As the time went by between her announcement and the actual trip our sessions got more detailed and explicit. They had gone from fantasies that would never happen to highly detailed descriptions of what each of us would do when we saw each other.