It starts with a simple email message:
"Hey gorgeous, I'm gonna be in San Diego for training next month. I've love ta finally meet ya."
Dates, flight arrangements, and contact information are exchanged, and two cyberfriends will finally get to meet face-to-face.
Training week arrives, as do I into San Diego. I get settled into the hotel room and give you a call. My training runs from Monday to Thursday and I depart Friday morning. We agree to meet Thursday evening for dinner.
"There's only one hitch," I say, "I don't have a car so we'll either have to eat at the hotel or you'll have to pick me up."
"Sounds like a cheap ploy," you laugh.
Expecting this reaction, and aroused by your throaty laughter, I giggle, "No, really. I don't like driving in strange cities and the training center is only a couple of blocks away. Honest."
You decide to believe me and tell me you'll pick me up and take us someplace better than the Radison dining room. We agree to meet in the lobby.
An eternity passes and Thursday arrives. Training wraps up and I rush to be freshly showered and dressed for your arrival. I make my way to the lobby very early. I do not want to miss a moment of our time together.
You arrive. My heart leaps to my throat as I see you come through the lobby doors. You are stunning in your button-down blouse and tight, slit skirt. Blood rushes to my loins watching you walk toward me. Your breasts gently bounce behind the fabric of your blouse. The sight of your legs though the slit of your skirt.
I stand. You approach. We embrace as old friends, even though we are meeting for the first time. I drink in the smell of you and time stands still. I feel electric heat where our bodies touch.
"Ready to go?" you ask, eyes twinkling at my flushed face.
"Lead on, my lady!" I reply as we walk out of the lobby.
Dinner is good and we find that we have as much a bond in person as we do in email. The sexual tension builds over the course of dinner. We both feel it. As you slip your bare feet into my lap, you invite me to your place for a nightcap.
We arrive at your house. You ask what I would like, and I reply with a word...
"You."
We embrace. Our mouths each seek the other. The first kiss is hot, hurried, and sloppy. My glasses steam from our mingled breath. I break away, holding your face gently in both my hands and slowly trace the curve of your lips with my tongue. You gently moan and I tease you with short kisses with a hint of tongue. Your eyes are closed, your breathing is slightly heavy, your body presses hotly against mine. I kiss you again, passionately, our tongues teasing each other, our hands starting to explore each other's bodies.
I turn you around and with my hands on your hips, I pull your ass to my groin. You rub my growing erection with your body as I kiss your neck, my hands slowly sliding up the sides of your body and tracing over your breasts.
I slowly unbutton your blouse and pull it free of your skirt, my mouth now sucking and gently biting your neck and ear lobes. I pull my upper body away from you long enough to let your blouse drop to the floor.
With my erection still pushing against your ass, I undo the front clasp of your bra. I bring my hands over the tops of your breasts, sliding my fingers under the fabric of your bra. I gently lift each breast out of your bra and let the bra drop to the floor. I gently cup your breasts in my hands. I love the weight of them and gently squeeze them. You gasp slightly and turn your head, kissing me on the mouth again.