East Meets West: the Internet Connection
It was a rainy East Coast morning as I slugged my leather bag over my shoulder and headed to the train station. What the heck am I doing? I thought to myself. I sipped my steaming morning mocha. I was dressed in my favorite black wool skirt, gray tight cashmere pullover sweater, black hose, and my favorite Donna Karan black pumps. I looked like I was headed to a business meeting. This meeting was under the guise of "business." I had worked under contract for this man whom I had met on the Internet. No, it was legitimate work-- not a woman-of-the evening kind of work. I worked in public relations and I had found his name on a freelance website. Here I was, and after 3 years of contact with him we were finally meeting.
We had chosen New York City as our destination. I am from California and was visiting the East Coast on vacation and was taking the train from upstate to the city. I'm insane, I thought to myself over and over as I nestled into my seat on the train. As the engines whirred and stirred, my heart pounded thinking of our many sensual conversations, late night chats, and sweet orgasms that had swept through my body because of him.
He was married. He was honest and straightforward about his status. He was young and we were beyond sexually compatible with each other. I swore we were sexually made for each other. Our conversations didn't turn sexual until about a few years into our contact. After the business dealings, our emails grew to a more personal and deeper level. We were friends above anything else though but there was a catch to this Internet friendship: we were friends who wanted to fuck each other.
I lived with my boyfriend but our relationship was tenuous after being broken up for a year. I wasn't unhappy but something inside me wanted to push the limit and see where this meeting led me with this sexy man. It was risky and dangerous, but hey we were both bad Catholic kids who craved evil adventures with each other. Who knows what could happen?
The five-hour train ride whizzed by as I thought about our meeting. I arrived at Penn Station black umbrella in hand and my briefcase slung over my shoulder. I was wrapped snugly in my coat. I saw him standing nervously by a pillar. I immediately went up to him, touched his arm, and smiled at him. He gave me a warm hug and at that moment, the ice was broken and we both felt comfortable.
We hailed a taxi and we drove through the pelting rain to a quaint and lovely hotel in a very posh section of the city. He told me he couldn't wait for me to see our room it was beautiful and perfect for me. How sweet, I thought. We walked into the grandiose lobby holding hands. I couldn't believe he was here and that I was with him. He was dressed in charcoal grey slacks and a black sweater. He was casually sophisticated. He was cute and sexy at the same time 6 2 with a husky build that towered over me. I had never been with a man with his type of build before. I'm petite (5 ft) so it would be interesting to see how our bodies meshed together in bed.
I was starting to get butterflies in my stomach as we approached the door. He turned the key and I gasped. The room was a deluxe master suite filled with rich antiques and decorated in smoky hues of reds, rusts and greens with a 4-poster king size bed directly in the center of the room. It was sensually rich and perfect for our tryst.
"It s breathtaking, isn't it?" he whispered, as he led me to the window and pointed to the gorgeous, misty skyline view.
"Yes," I could barely mumble as I felt his warm hands slide down my back.
We took off our coats and he hung them up for us. I was starting to feel warm and comfortable yet nervous and excited. I noticed a bottle of champagne chilling on ice in the corner with delicate strawberries and a bowl of cream in a silver bowl sitting on the round mahogany table.
We looked at each other and time froze as he walked over to me and put his arms around me.
