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.
