Author's note: This story starts off slow; it's based on some true events and some fantasy. Names have been changed. If there is a good response to this story I will post more about the rest of our weekend together.
It's strange where you can meet people. You can meet people at work, crossing the street, at a bar, at a party or even on the internet. Let me start from the beginning. I'm a single thirty-something female living and working in the concrete jungle of NYC. While there may be eight million of us, it's sometimes hard to find the one person out of the eight million that you actually connect with.
On a rainy Sunday in May I was browsing the internet clicking around when I came across a free social networking website (not Facebook), where you could connect with people who had similar interests to you. Once I started poking around some more, I realized there was more of an adult content theme to this website than I had originally thought. There were both men and women posting about a myriad of topics from politics to sex to the taboo. Some people would even posts pictures of themselves, some regular like the ones you'd see on your friends Facebook page, but then some not so regular where people would be nude or even having sex.
After a few days of poking around this website, I decided to join. I filled out my profile, made up a handle and added some pictures. Within a few days I already started talking to several people. It became a bit of a past time. Something to do after work if I didn't have plans, something to check on my iPhone, it was my guilty pleasure, my dirty little secret.
I was checking out some of the male profiles, just clicking around when I saw him. I won't tell you that he looks like Brad Pitt, because he doesn't. He looks more like a young Tom Cruise. He was very handsome so I decided to send him a friend request. Him turned out to have a name, his name was John, 36, and lived about 5 hours away from me. I complimented John on his pictures and he in return complimented me on mine. Prior to John I had never given anyone from this site my personal email or IM information. We exchanged yahoo messenger names.
The first time John and I chatted on yahoo we ended up chatting for two hours. I hadn't done that in years. I'm usually pretty guarded when I first meet people, but he was different. I felt comfortable around him and I think he felt the same way about me. We started to tell each other things, that we don't normally tell our best friends or significant others (when we had them). Our IM conversations quickly turned into phone conversations. Our phone conversations were amazing; we'd talk about everything from politics, to books, to life experiences, to work, to our days, to our sexual fantasies.
John and I started to have phone sex regularly. I had phone sex before but not like this. John would get me so turned on when I would cum, it would feel like I was cumming from sex with another person, not just from playing with myself. The more phone sex we had, the hornier I got. It got to the point where I was playing with myself at work and sending him naughty pictures and he would do the same. I had trouble concentrating at work; all I could think about was fucking this delicious man. I had to have him.
I was thinking about asking John to meet me someplace the following week for a night, someplace in between when I got a text message from him. He was going to be about 90 minutes outside of NYC for work and was willing to stay the weekend if I would join him. I had met men from the internet before, but would always make a point to meet in a public place, nothing like this. It had been so long for me. More than a year since I had been with a man. I needed him. I didn't care about the risk.
The next week flew by, between work and some personal things I had going on before I knew it, Thursday had come around. I was in my apartment packing for my weekend with John when he called. We confirmed plans; I would take an Amtrak train from Penn Station after work and would be to the hotel before 9 PM. We agreed that we would probably both be exhausted from the work week and would just stay in and talk and see what happens. John told me his room had two queen size beds, so if I didn't feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed with him I didn't have to, although I think we both knew we would be ending up in the same bed.
When I was at work on Friday, the day seemed to crawl. I couldn't wait until 5 to get out and get on this train. My mind started to wander about what could happen. I started to think about him ripping off my clothes when I get into the hotel room and fucking me senseless on a desk. Then I started thinking about him laying me down in bed and making sweet love to me, holding me, caressing me. Before I knew it I was taking a trip to the ladies room and playing with myself. I kept getting myself really close and not letting myself cum. I put my leg up on the side of the stall and started to rub my clit like there was no tomorrow. My legs were starting to buckle I grabbed onto the side of the stall and came. I tried to muffle my moans by biting on my suit jacket. I don't think I did a very good job, but I was lucky that no one else had come into the ladies room at that time.
Finally, my work day was ending and it was time to go. I made my way to Penn Station and boarded the train. I texted John to let him know we were about to depart from Penn Station and I'd be there before 9. He replied back and asked if dinner and a movie in the hotel room sounded good to me. That sounded like an excellent plan to me. When I got to the hotel, I made my way through to the elevators and up to the 5th floor to room 517. I was nervous, had butterflies in my stomach. I knocked lightly on the door and heard some shuffling on the other side.
John opened the door and there he was, even more handsome than his pictures, with his cute top gun smile. He took my hand and picked up my overnight bag with his other hand and brought me inside. John was wearing a nice shirt and a pair of jeans. I however was still in my skirt suit from work with heels, stockings, button down shirt, the whole-nine as they say. John led me through the room entry way into the main room area, where I saw a small table, a desk (smiled to myself), and two queen size beds. He put my stuff down and handed me a glass of wine. John spun me around a little and told me how much he loved my voluptuous figure. John pulled me close to him and hugged me. It felt so good to be in his arms, to be this close to him after months of talking, texting, emailing and iming. John let me know that room service should be arriving in about 10 minutes with our dinner. I decided to change into a pair of jeans and a tank top. While I was changing in the bathroom, I decided to freshen up my makeup and hair. While I was fixing my hair I heard the room service being delivered. I was starving and when I came out of the bathroom I saw John staring at my already hardening nipples through my tank top. I gave him a knowing smile and walked over to the small table where room service had placed our dinner.