He was nervous as hell.
"What in the world am I doing?" he thought for the thousandth time.
Currently he was sitting in a hotel room, on assignment in Hawaii. Normally it would be something to put him at ease. Although not a beach person, the tropical climate, ocean breeze, and general island attitude appealed to him. Not to mention all the scantily clad babes walking around Waikiki day and night!
Yet here he was, sitting in his hotel room, his heart racing in trepidation.
It was not a job interview or conference or anything work-related putting him in this state. It was not money-related; being all caught up on bills and past debts so such worries were now behind him. Nor was it anything to do with family life or friends. Instead, it was a woman.
Not just any woman he thought, but one of the most interesting women he had ever met. Well, not really met he mentally corrected himself, as he had never seen her in person he chuckled, but he HAD seen plenty of her.
It all started out innocently enough with her corresponding to him through an erotic story site. She enjoyed his stories—something he passed his time with to relieve both mental and sexual tension built up after being divorced for several years. In her e-mail she told him how she enjoyed his stories and wanted his opinion of her own she was writing.
Willing to help out—he himself had contacted an author whose stories he enjoyed in a similar fashion to assist him with his own writing—he eagerly offered his help. He knew full well some of the beginner mistakes of a new writer, having been through them himself in the past; as well as some of the misgivings and fears of posting your heart's desires openly before thousands, if not millions of anonymous viewers, many all too willing to flame a writer's works for no reason than to be vindictive.
Her first stories were short and lacked a bit of polish, diving straight into sex with little to no preamble. Yet even short and dirty, they awoke something deep inside him.
His first suggestion was to flesh out the stories more, working on the characters, describing their feelings, letting the reader sink into the life of the characters. He pointed out some of the more grammatical issues new writers often had, giving suggestions on improving.
His main fear was being too critical, not wanting to deter her writing or scare her away. Her stories were definitely hot, awaking a desire deep within him. Their shortness only left him wanting more as he taught her how to prolong the story, not diving straight into the sex but immersing the reader into the story until they began to feel a part of it, imagining every feeling, every emotion the characters had. He encouraged her on writing more, telling her how good they were, even if they were somewhat unpolished explaining how to improve them, giving examples to her with a few rewrites himself to demonstrate what he was saying.
Her next story sent to him was definitely an improvement. She took his suggestions to heart applying them as much as possible. Her stories awoke a passion within him causing him to start writing his own stories more, his muse awoken by helping with her writing.
His interest was purely professional. Yes she was female, but as with any of a thousand females on the Internet, she was either fat, ugly, a guy, or attached. He was single, but there was never a thought of anything beyond a professional interest in helping with her writing. Her being female had no impact on his willingness to help, male or female he was glad to help a budding writer.
At one point she commented about her biography on the site, mentioning a picture of her. The picture was of a gorgeous female. It was cut off at her neck so not showing her face, but the woman in a black bathing suit bottom, topless with her arms covering her breasts, was magnificent. The picture was incredible, and his first thought was wondering what professional porn site or glamor site it had been stolen from. It was provocative, but not sleazy, definitely a tease causing him to want more.
He told her how amazed he was at the picture, much to her delight. He expressed doubts about it being her—not to tease her, but because he fully expected the person at the other end of the internet to be everything the picture was not.
In response, he received an e-mail with two more pictures, more incredible than he could imagine. Both were full body shots of a woman in her mid to late twenties with the perfect body any man would die for. The pictures were of her in panties, again hiding her breasts, but of her entire self. Her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she looked into the camera. He could not believe how incredible she looked; again reasoning a woman so gorgeous was either married, engaged, or attached in some fashion.
Helping out with her next story, he tried to keep things purely on a professional level, again wanting to assist a budding author as much as possible. She asked about the pictures and he expressed how beautiful she was, giving nothing but true praise for her body, her looks, everything about her.
Over time they started writing about more personal stuff in their lives—their jobs, life, thoughts, feelings, and so forth. They became pen-pals, emailing each other almost every day as they talked about their day, work, sending each other their stories before posting them on the site they both were fans of.
In his heart he knew this was nothing but a fantasy. He was a divorced man, slightly overweight and not really any "catch" that would interest somebody so beautiful, but it was an enjoyable fantasy.
They continued to correspond as they got to know each other. She continued to send an occasional picture and again he could not believe how incredible her body was, her smooth unblemished skin outlining the most perfect figure.
Instead of seeing a naked woman, he was more entranced by the little things—the curve of the nape of her neck, the bend of her knee, the swell of her breasts from under her arms. All of these aspects pulled him deeper and deeper into her teasing. It was a fun fantasy while it lasted.
After several months his job was once again taking him to Hawaii. Jokingly he mentioned in an e-mail about having enough frequent flier miles to bring her with him, knowing no woman in her right mind would even consider his offer legitimate. No woman that beautiful would be interested in meeting a man who she only knew through e-mails. He was realistic enough to know such fantasies never happened to people like him.
Then her reply e-mail came: "I'd love to meet you and spend some time with you! Send me the flight information and your hotel and I'll be there!"
He stared at his computer screen forever...what the hell? Was this for real? What was he getting himself into? He sent her several e-mails over the next few days asking if she was sure about what she said, confirming this was really happening.
So here he was, sitting in a hotel room in beautiful Hawaii, waiting for a woman who he knew to be incredibly gorgeous, quick witted, as well as open and daring enough to take life by the horns and meet a man she barely knew but seemed to have so much in common.
Again looking at the clock, he wondered if reality had finally sunk in and she had not come. He had no use for the frequent flyer miles, so it was no waste he reasoned. He was there through the weekend for work so it was not like he had nothing to do, and things like this were too good to be true.
