We met on line and talked anonymously for several weeks. We are both professional people and very careful about our identities or even acknowledging where we were. Finally, though, the chat got serious and then sexy and then crazy cyber sex. We discussed every fantasy we ever had and every lover we ever had.
There was no question that we both loved sex and were willing to experiment. We traded pictures, clothed and naked and she even sent me a video of her being fucked from behind by one of her lovers.
Finally we agreed to get together on one of my business trips.
I had a client in a city a couple hundred miles from her and arrived early. She had to drive the distance, but kept in touch by cell phone. She said she was hungry so I ordered room service and had it waiting for her. I was as nervous as a teenager because I knew I was going to get laid by a woman I had only ever met on the internet.
The pictures we had traded revealed a woman with a great body. She had long brown hair, blue eyes, medium sized tits with large nipples and legs, oh those legs. They were long and curvy and came together at a perfectly shaved pussy. I became obsessed with having my head between those legs forever. I cannot tell you how many times I looked at those pictures and jacked off.
I'm 37 years old, divorced, a businessman and kind of athletic. I stand about four inches over 6 feet, weigh about 210 and have an average package...maybe a little longer and am uncut.
She had asked that I meet her wearing only a pair of tight white Jockey shorts. They were made much tighter by the obvious erection they contained. Then, there was a light tap on the door, I opened it and there she was, just as pictured. She was wearing exactly what I asked her to wear. A low short sleeve shirt with a very loose scoop neckline and no bra. All she had to do was bend ever so slightly and almost an entire tit would be revealed. She did and I could not take my eyes off of her nipples. We embraced in the doorway and kissed hard, lots of tongue a very horny "fuck me" kind of kiss and my hand was in her shirt immediately as she began to rub my cock.
I backed off and looked, the short black skirt was, well, very short. She broke the trance.
"I'm Carol," she said.
"Jonathon," I answered. "Come in," I said and motioned toward the small table and chair. "Your dinner is waiting." She sat and sipped from the wine glass, while nervously eating the club sandwich she asked me to order. We talked but it was a nervous talk because I kept staring at her tits. Every time she bent just a little, I could see her whole tit. She was half way through her sandwich when I stood in front of her. She stared at the outline of my cock.
"I'll bet that tastes better than this sandwich," she said.
