The PT Cruiser dodged in between an SUV and a semi, trying to make it over to exit the heavily clogged freeway. Just as the car attempted that third lane, another car sped up totally ignoring the turn signal and cutting it off.
Inside the car Victor Stephens cursed and slammed his fist down on the steering wheel. What else could go wrong today? He had to fire his assistant manager and work a double shift just because he caught the rat stealing, and his other manager was still on vacation. At least they got vacations. Being the owner of an up and coming game store in the mid sized college town was a busy job, but always a job he lived for.
He lived and breathed his store, from way before it opened in the morning till long after it closed at night. He wouldn't want to be anywhere else. He took great pains to develop a playful and interactive store and he'd always enjoyed the lighthearted atmosphere he had created there. He held monthly tourneys in almost every game he himself excelled at, which were a lot. At his home he held monthly casino nights and had a lot of friends. And the money was nice. Damn nice. He had a dream job – he got to play, he got to meet new people and he got paid very well for all of it.
The only problem he could have even complained about was the fact he didn't have someone to share all this with. There were girls, most definitely. He was a fun loving guy who loved to laugh, but he was also very sexual. And he'd been equipped well by Mother Nature for all the explicit games he liked to play. The only problem was finding someone he could consider his equal. Most times they were pretty, petite, highly sexed girls, but in the end that's all they were. Girls. He needed something more. And what he longed to find more than anyone was someone who could challenge him in bed and out, who was beautiful AND smart, and a true class act.
And he didn't mind at all biding his time until he found her. He had other things he could do to ease the pains of loneliness in the meantime. There were his playmates he met on the job, for one, and he enjoyed the Internet to the fullest. He belonged to several X rated sites, a few of which helped him find other bed mates for clandestine one night stands. He had a full erotic movie collection and a really strong right hand. But best of all, he had Literotica.com, a place he could read stories that came from like minded people.
His cock jumped a bit as he drove along, thinking about how his journey on Literotica had changed lately. A few months ago he had unearthed a writer who knocked his socks off, she was eloquent and insightful, and she was a master of the art of seduction through story. He read all her stories, most of which were rated H for hot, and had to send her an email letting her know how exciting he found what she wrote.
He wasn't expecting her to write back. He found out she wasn't just a sexual powerhouse of words, she was also gracious and just plain nice. So he wrote her back to tell her so, and she wrote him back again. Within days he found himself anxious to leave his store and head home so he could open up his email and find her handle amongst all the spam. He got more daring with his casual, fun, chatty emails – trying his hand at writing erotica for her – just to ask for her opinion of course. To hell with that, he was hoping she was sitting on her end of it, moist and dripping wet thinking about him too. When they began writing chain erotic stories that he'd start, she'd continue and then he'd pick up again, it became clear that she was as interested in him as he was in her. After an all night session of the back and forth writing session, she begged him for his phone number to finish the story with the sound of his voice.
Victor shifted in his car seat as he remembered her hushed, husky voice on the other end of the phone. His cock was straining against the fabric of his pants, as desperate for her as Victor was himself. The traffic was stopped, so Victor wasn't going to get home too soon. He figured, fuck it. He wasn't going to drive home with this erection. He was going to come right there and then write a story about it that he'd send to her later. That's just how sexy she was, the mere thought of her made him insane with desire and he had to come.
He zipped down his pants, keeping an eye on the other cars. No one seemed to notice him, and his windows were mercifully tinted. His warm hand surrounded his stiff shaft as he went over that first phone call yet again.
Her voice was soft, like a touch against his skin, as she told him what she would do to him. She described how she'd take him into her mouth and suck his cock until he came, shooting all that cum right into her throat. Her intense words had him pumping his cock as they spoke, and he could tell by the way her voice quivered she had her fingers shoved deep in her pussy – right where she wished that big hard cock of his was. Or so she told him. When she came she screamed out loud and that was all it took for him to go over the edge. He had the most intense sexual experience of his life and he hadn't even touched her.
Yet.
He moaned a bit as he played with himself. This is why he had to get home. Tonight was the night they were going to take what they did online and make it real. The details would be waiting for him at home, in another email from the screen name he'd come to passionately lust for. Renee Grisholm had him tied up in knots, and if his instincts were right, he got to her the same way. Even though he didn't need to see her to want her, by the time she actually sent him a picture a few weeks ago there was no doubt in his mind that they would meet and they would take this passionate affair to a new level. It didn't matter if they hadn't already met; the phone calls that followed that first one all added up to one very important thing. He needed to meet her. It seemed fate they ended up in the same area, and now everything was in place for them to finally get together.
He felt that old familiar rush as his hand pumped up and down on his hard cock. He wanted to come, but he wanted it to be with her. The foreplay for their first time together had started long ago with that first email, and he knew now he wasn't going to spend one more drop until he could shoot it into her hot, waiting pussy. They hadn't even had phone sex for about a week as they planned this first meeting, although the stories never stopped, and now she had started a whole new section of stories on Literotica just for him. From Pen to Passion, she called it, and each installment was about wild fantasy dates that always ended up with all he wanted - she and he together at last.
She told him how much fan mail she received, and he got totally hot thinking of how many men wanted her just from who she was online. Yet he was the one she was going to be with. Tonight and hopefully many more nights to come. He had spent the last few months thinking of nothing else, and if they had the same chemistry in person as they did on the phone or online, he knew that this could possibly be the girl he'd been waiting for.
And she was just as crazy for him, she said. He began taking digital photos of himself as he jacked off to her stories, and he'd send them to her in emails. She wasn't allowed to open them until they were on the phone together, and whenever she did he could hear her moan in anticipation. She had confessed to him that she'd never before had a vaginal orgasm, just clitoral ones. Seeing that magnificent, hard, thick cock made her contemplate the possibilities that he'd be the one to finally accomplish the impossible.
So Victor put his dick away for now, still throbbing, still hard, but a soldier who had a mission for the evening. To make her come not just once, but multiple times. He was confident he could do it too, because Mother Nature also made sure that he not only had an impressive member, but one that never went limp right away even after he'd come. That was one secret he had kept from her. She had no idea what was coming.
He was still firm as he finally drove up into his garage and head into the house. Their conversations had been daily – sometimes many times daily – for months, and for the last week they had not allowed each other to go all the way. He was about ready to explode.
