A little disclaimer first. This was posted as a blog on a page I started for my erotica.
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So I've been visiting family the last couple weeks. I had a few days with nothing to do and somewhere along the line, I decided to start this Erotica page. I had written the New Neighbor story for a site called xxxxxx. It was fun writing it but I never had much motivation to write another one and I thought starting this page might give me that extra push.
Pretty much the first day I started this, I had a few new friends, some were just 'hot chick' pages like suicide girls and 666chicks. But a few were actual people too and I started trading a few messages with them, so I knew they were real. I even received a couple requests right away. I am still working on a couple, but one took off pretty easily an quickly. I was getting a great response from the woman who requested it so it inspired to keep going with it.
That turned into the Chance Encounter story. She wanted a story about two strangers meeting and there is that immediate chemistry and lust there and... I had to fill in the rest. Of course they were going to fuck. Eventually. It was an Erotica story after all - which is just a pretty word for written porn, isn't it?
I wrote three of the little chapters and so far o was fairly slow, drawn out tension of the man and woman circling each other and figuring out a way to meet. It was a lot like a night out with very physical dancing, maybe some intense kissing, then hours of foreplay... and meanwhile both your heads are screaming "I just want to fuck this person already... enough foreplay!"
So I tried to step it up in the fourth section, then the story got back to her place so it was finally on. And I released all that tension in a quick wham-bam up against the wall, bang session. No love-making here.
So I finished the story, at least to that point. I got a response from the woman who requested it saying something like "Wow... You got it going on... You actually made me cum... I will sleep good tonight..." That was all I was really waiting to hear. It turns me on to know that I got that reaction.
Well, we kept trading messages the next day, talking more about ourselves now than the story. And it was pretty obvious we had a little chemistry of our own going. So, were we going to act on it, or just let that stranger in the story pass like we normally do?
She lives nearby but I am only here for a few more days now, so I told her if we were going to get together that tonight (last night) would be my only chance. And that was the truth. I had plans for every other day and three days later, I would be on a plane. I think she was leaving work or was not able to sign on for awhile. I was about to be leaving for the night too, so I took a chance and sent her my cell phone number saying that we might not get another chance to talk online, so if there's any chance you can get together tonight, give me a call.
A few hours went by. It was about 7, I think. I thought I wouldn't hear from her so I sat down to watch a movie. Around 8:30, my cell phone rang with a strange number. I picked it up and it was her. We talked for a few minutes about where to go and how to get there. I'm visiting so i don't have a car. Being a city boy for several years now, I thought I could just call a cab and meet her. Boy, was I wrong. This really is the middle of nowhere. Nine at night and no cab places were even open.
So I called her back and gave her directions to the house. I had grown up here, but it has been awhile since driving these streets so I don't remember some of the names. But I got her there. And the house sits way back in the woods, so I had to go down to the end of the driveway in the black of night to wait so she could find me.
She called when she was close and we talked until a car started slowing down in front of me and she said that she saw me. The car stopped and she let me in. I looked in and she looked better than she did in her online pictures. In fact much better. She was shorter than I pictured (guess I never read the height on her page - oops) but had a pretty face, nice legs and HUGE tits. I'm a guy - I notice these things right away, and that's pretty much how it sounds in my head.
Then I was in and shut the door. She said that she didn't even get a good look at me but we drove off anyway. We talked on the way and the conversation was good, not awkward like it could be in these situations. So I was feeling pretty good at this point.
We ended up at a little Chinese place the next town over. A few drunken young guys were giving the bartender shit and he gave it back in broken English. It was pretty funny. We had a few drinks and talked about everything from how we had met to our online experiences, to funny situations sending naked pictures and being online at work, her girl on girl experience(s). It was fun and slowly turned more and more sexual and our hands and legs started making more and more contact until we were holding hands and moving our hands up each other's thighs. I took her hand at one point and guided it between my legs so she would know I was hard. She kept her hand there for awhile, feeling me even though we were 100% visible just sitting there at the bar.
We decided we should go somewhere. Neither one of us could go home, with other people in the house, so we headed towards my house and pulled down a little dirt road that I knew led to a sand pit. I thought it would be pretty hot to park in the middle of the sand pit and I don't know, maybe fuck her on the hood of the car or something.