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.