There was a tension between them. They were friends, yet they had never met. They exchanged sensual, if not downright graphic emails, which evolved to daily texts, which then turned into weekly chats via phone. The conversations heated up with each phone call and soon they were full on phone sex sessions, with one or both of them cumming over the phone after several juicy minutes of dirty talk.
After about a year, they decided to finally meet. As it turned out, he was getting married within several weeks. They had never touched, kissed or even exchanged face-to-face glances. It was all a mystery.
Finally, the day came to meet -- they both decided that after much fanfare the best approach would be to meet over a simple glass of wine. The rest would flow from there. She had many things on her mind concerning her work and personal life, so it did not matter to her that no sex would be involved. He, while curious and always horny, made a pact with himself to behave. He dared not take things any further than this casual meeting to satisfy his curiosity.
It was a rainy evening. The kind of night when the wind literally knocks you over and the rain comes in from all directions. She lived near the river and they had decided to meet at a wine bar nearby. As the rain pelted down, she did not feel like venturing out. She sent him a text message "why don't you just come to my place and we can talk here?" After several minutes, he replies back a simple 'yes.' She figured his coming her apartment was no big deal, in fact, his coming to her flat for some reason seemed to ease the awkwardness of meeting in a public place. She did not like feeling as if she was on a first date and much preferred this no-frills approach.
As the time drew nearer, he began to send her a few suggestive texts. They both became horny, although neither of them knew it about the other. Soon she was nearly at her peak. Her 'Ms.Hyde, as she jokingly named her horny alter ego, was out in full force. In fact, even though she knew this meeting would not be a sexual one, she was tempted to push a few boundaries to see what might happen.
She had rushed outside for a moment to take away some of the trash that had collected in the kitchen. As she dropped the bag in front of her house, she saw him parking his car on the street. As she stared at the Jeep, she began to think of all the stories and fantasies they would share around that car. There she was - windblown, cold, dishevelled. Not quite adequate, but oh, so fired up by the sight of that vehicle.
She walked over to his jeep as the wind nearly knocked her down. "Hi there" she says, surprising him. "It's nice to finally meet you."
He seemed taken a bit aback to find her there outside. He was nervously adjusting himself. It looked like he was zipping up his trousers. "Oh, hyena...what are you doing outside?"
"Just took out the trash -- you're a bit early, aren't you?
Yes, I had some time on my hands, so thought I'd use it to find a parking space. It is difficult to find parking here sometimes.
They stared at each other for a moment and the nervousness fell away. It felt relaxed, fun and natural. He walks around to the passenger side and says, "hey, why don't you jump in and we can take a drive?"
With that, she crawls into the front seat, no coat, no purse, nothing. Just her house keys in her pocket.
They drive for a moment in silence, they he speaks up. "Would you like to check out the Woods - you know, because we've joked about it?" Something in her stirs. She is not expecting anything sexual, yet the chemistry between them is undeniable. She decided to let go of any inhibitions and just go with the feeling.
"Of course" she purrs.
They drive for a few more minutes. More silence. Just the sound of the rain lashing against the windshield.
"Do you want to know what I thought about when I drove here to meet you?" he asks. "I thought about one last time - I thought about my time with the girl in Belfast and how much fun it was to just let loose with someone for a truly carnal fuck session.... and, I could not get that feeling out of my mind. I had a hard on coming here, which is why you saw me adjust myself just now. You might not be able to see it, but my cock is still rock hard.
She turns her body so that she is practically facing him and asks "will you masturbate for me while driving, then?" I would love to see you stroke your cock while talking to me.
Without words, he pulls out an engorged dick. Truly swollen, rock hard, sticking straight out like a flag pole, dripping in pre-cum.
"Oh my god....she mutters, "that's one fucking hard cock. "Mind if I touch it?"
"Please, I wish you would!" he stammers
with that, she leans over and puts her hand on his throbbing pole. It feels amazing and soon she is gently stroking and caressing it, massaging it, hard then soft...giving him a hand job as they drive to the infamous Woods. All she can think about is sucking him off right then and there. All he can think about is sliding his cock into her pussy and fucking her senseless. Bending her over submissively and fucking her good and hard, like he knows she wants it.
Neither of them shares such carnal, lusty thoughts aloud until she bends down to put her mouth on him. "Oh God, yes...suck my cock -- get me as hard as you can so I can fuck you good and hard."
