AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am most grateful for the assistance of my editor Rovijack43 with this story and for his unfailing support. You are fantastic, Rovijack43, and I thank you! I would also like to thank Patrick, for his inspiration and encouragement, and for being the fabulous Irish man he is.
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Renee had been edgy all day, as the hours ticked away so slowly, but finally it was time for her to leave for the airport to meet Joseph. Equal amounts of terror and excitement battled within her, as they had been doing for days. Her hands trembled, as she grabbed her keys and purse, checked her hair and makeup in the mirror, took a deep breath and got into her car. Adrenalin was pumping in her veins, her breathing shallow as she started the car and began her drive to pick him up.
They had been corresponding on the Internet and phone, exchanged a few pictures, but mostly they had lived in each other's heads for the entire time. Renee had often wondered if their feelings were similar to those that were acquired for a wonderfully drawn character in a novel. Even now, she couldn't decide. Did she really know him, or had she agreed to meet a total stranger? Does he really know her, or had he projected onto her some kind of role she would never be able to realistically match? Would their chemistry survive the light of day? Their experience together had indeed been love at first keystroke, yet, within only a few hours of emailing her answer, she began to experience episodes of fright-induced butterflies, the same things she vividly recalled from her teenage years.
As she turned the car into the parking lot, the radio station began playing Bob Dylan's 'Lay, Lady, Lay.' As the next line began, 'Lay across my big brass bed', Renee forcefully hit the off button and slammed on the brakes. Alone for these last few moments, it was evident that a little self-talk was in order. "Okay, you are a grown woman. He knows you better in many ways than you know yourself. He has been unfailingly kind and generous, and certainly knows all your hot buttons." She smiled to herself as the recollections came flooding back. "Pull yourself together lady. Put on that smile and deal with this."
She opened the car door and her tanned legs emerged. It was summer and she was wearing emerald green strapped sandals with a long summer skirt, halter top, and matching leather belt slung low over her hips. She had let her blonde hair dry naturally so it was sweet smelling and soft as it flowed down over her shoulders. The swing of her hoop earrings followed the swaying of her hips as she walked to the baggage claim area to meet Joseph. Looking quickly around, she located a spot where she could watch for him without him seeing her first.
As Joseph stood patiently in line waiting for his turn to clear Homeland Security he started to realize that he would soon meet the woman who had consumed his every waking thought for so long. His anticipation of this meeting had grown exponentially over the past few days and has resulted in him now being so nervous that he was almost jumping out of his skin. It was hard to believe that all those months of IM's and phone calls were finally going to come to fruition. It seemed like they had known each other so well how could it possibly be that they had never met? They had so much in common: books, movies, politics, humor, and, underlying all of this, a sexual hunger still remaining to be fully satisfied. The cybersex exchanges lasted for hours and were more fulfilling and satisfying to him than practically any physical encounter he had ever had. She seemed to know him like no other woman ever had and it was that knowledge and openness that had drawn him even closer to her. Last night was a perfect example. They had been on their respective computers for hours chatting back and forth, anticipating their first meeting, when suddenly she told him to imagine laying his head in her lap and to just relax. He had lain there, naked in the dark, his eyes half closed, breathing the deep breaths she asked for, thinking of her holding him and stroking his head as he slowly unwound from a tough week.
"Think of my warm breath on your skin," she typed, "my long hair trailing across your chest. Massage your neck like I would." Joseph sighed and began rubbing his neck. "Now, slowly bring your hands down and touch the soft skin on your shoulders," she seemed to whisper. "Enjoy the feel of your skin just like I do. Stroke your pecs, feeling the muscle ridges."
Then she got bolder. "You should be close to your nipples now. Lick your fingers and tweak them for me." He reached up, put his fingers in his mouth, wet them and swirled them around his nipples, giving them small squeezes, feeling them stiffen at her touch. Her words were intoxicating. "Place your hands at the bottom of your rib cage, take a deep breath and feel the muscles tighten across your chest and belly." A few moments later, she typed, "Stroke your hands across your belly, lightly drawing circles around and around. Now move the circles slowly lower," she continued. "Trail your fingers down the creases of your groin. Now move farther down along the inside of your thighs."
Joseph did so, squirming as a result, noticing his breathing becoming erratic. Her sentences became more erotic. "Spread your legs apart, and with both hands, reach down and lift your sac." He did so and moaned, but she continued, "Gently shift the weight back and forth between your hands, first one, and then the other." He complied and felt the heaviness of his scrotum as his balls shifted from palm to palm.
"Place your pinkies behind the sac," he saw her type, "and press them against the flesh there. Do this as you gently manipulate your sac." Joseph's cock hardened at his touch, with the image of her hands tugging at his testes. "Now," she typed, "move your hands up to your cock. Imagine me breathing up and down it, licking it." He did so and found it thick and hard in his palms. "Touch yourself lightly, trailing your fingers up and down." He felt his hard shaft, the bulging veins, and the thick protruding head.
Suddenly she shifted direction. "Get some lubrication and put it on your hands. Rub them together so the liquid will be warm against you, like my mouth." He reached for the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a small bottle of K-Y, quickly squirted some on his hands and vigorously rubbed them together like he was trying to start a fire with two sticks while falling heavily back on to the bed. Her instructions were dream-like. "Now, with them warm, put your hands on either side of your hardness. Don't grip it. Just put your hands on either side. Slowly put one hand on top of the other and close your fingers around yourself."
His breathing quickened, his eyes closed with the pleasure he was feeling. Lightning shot through his body, his nerve endings at their most sensitive. When he opened his eyes a moment later, she had left more directions. "Very, very slowly move your hands up in unison. When the first reaches the top place it under the other hand." A few seconds later, she said, "Very slowly, do this several more times, be patient, enjoy the sensations." Then a word of delay, "Don't touch the tip! Just experience your cock, warm in your hands, leaping occasionally at the feelings, moving one hand over the other, gently, slowly." Joseph moaned as his world shrank around his hands and cock. "Keep moving one hand over the other, gently, slowly." She egged him on, "Think of me tightening myself against you. Now as your hand moves from the top, let it graze the tip, like it would if you were teasing my pussy with it."
