He sat nervously at the hotel bar, his hands idly playing with the edges of the napkin that his drink was resting upon, his third drink. He didn't often drink like this. Normally one or two beers will suffice over an entire evening. But today was different, today his throat was perpetually dry and his hands needed something to do. Finishing his drink, he looked at his watch again and noting the time he ordered another Captain and Coke. How much longer, he wondered. How much longer till she arrives?
His mind began to drift, back to the time they first started chatting over the Internet. That first fluke contact. A simple missed capitalization and he received mail meant for someone else. He deleted it the first time it happened; it wasn't the first time he got someone else's mail. The second time it happened from her he decided to read it because her screen name intrigued him. So he decided to check out her profile and after reading it his interest was truly piqued. He sent back a little lighthearted message informing her of her misaddress mail and even tried to get her to elaborate on the question she was asking the other person in hopes of helping her out but expected little to nothing in return, maybe an apology at best. What he got was much more. It was an apology but it was also very witty and open, inviting a response. So they traded e-mail for a while and discovered they both had the same favorite author. Not a huge beginning, you understand, but it was a start.
Soon they were conversing via instant messages and their conversations started to get more and more intimate. Over time they both became quite apt at typing with only one hand. And at times one would do all the typing, just with the knowledge of how much pleasure the one was giving the other. After a time they just had to hear each others voices having already exchanged pictures. Their first conversation was simple and short but she had the sexiest voice, he could still hear it in his dreams days later. And even though they lived a thousand miles away from each other, the long distance charges be damned, they had great phone sex. It was some time later that the proposition was made, a simple get together in a city that neither called home. Everything was hinted at but nothing was suggested.
"Eric?"
His roving thoughts were returned by the voice, her voice. He turned to her and took her in for the first time. She was right, that picture that he had of her did not do her justice. The first thing he saw was her eyes, bright and beautiful. Then her hair, falling about her shoulders, sandy blond streaked with red. The streaks made him smile. He knew she hated those streaks but she also knew just how much he loved the red. "Hi," he responded in turn and hoped she did not notice the slight nervous quiver in his voice.
"Have you been waiting long," she asked in a sheepish manner that somehow put him at ease.
"Not long, not long at all." It was not a lie because for this, he would have waited till the end of the world. He reached forth with his hand and cupped her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. He looked deep into her eyes and whispered, "I can hardly believe it's you."
She leaned into his hand and closing her eyes she breathed a deep sigh. Upon opening her eyes she laid both her hands upon his chest. After leaving them there a few moments, as if to assure herself that he was indeed real, she moved them up his form, letting one come to rest along the side of his neck while the other ran up into his silky dark hair and began to stroke it. "Neither can I," she breathed and smiling she added, "My wolf mate."
The pet name filled and suffused him. Laying his other hand to the other side of her face, he drew her to him. His deep brown eyes were filled with her vision, her beauty. Then their lips meet, for the first time. In those few moments the world ceased to exist. Their bodies were on fire. There were only their lips, their tongues and their embrace.
After what seemed like hours passed, they broke the kiss and she laid her head on his shoulder. "Have you checked into your room yet," he asked, stroking her hair.
"Nor yet," she sighed. Pulling away slightly she looked at him with a wicked glint in her eye and a grin on her lips, "But I could always use help with my bags."
Impishly, he reached down and squeezed her firm behind, causing her to jump a little and emit a small squeak. "Naughty, naughty," he replied with a grin of his own.
Pulling away, she gave him a playful swat. "Just for that you are going to carry my bags." She took his hand in hers and they started for the door. After checking in they headed for her room, which not so coincidentally was just down the hall from his own. She opened the door and enters first. As she continued on in to survey the room he set her bags down just inside the door and closed it behind him. Then as quietly as he could, he quickly moved in behind her, embracing her about the waist and chest, and with a little wolfish snarl, he gently bit the base of her neck. A sighing moan escaped her lips as she arched her neck to the side, allowing him more access and hugged his arms to her tighter. She is so soft, so supple, so hot. He trailed his bites and kisses up her neck until he reached her ear lobe, which he chewed on for a bit before speaking.
"I've never wanted anything as much as I've wanted this, as much as I've wanted you."
Reaching up she entangled her fingers in his hair and grasped it firmly, guiding him back to her throat. With her other hand she reached around behind her to feel his hardening package. "Aye, my love, so I see," she said through her broad grin.
He moved his hands up to her full breasts and massaged them, and pinched her hardened nipples through her blouse. He wanted more. He needed more. He needed to feel the bare skin of her heaving breasts. He reached for the top button of her blouse and undid it. He then set to the rest until her blouse hung open at the waist and then pulled the rest out from her skirt. He slowly slipped it from her shoulders. She lowered both arms to allow it to fall to the floor. Then he undid her lace bra and let it fall next to the blouse. Her hand returned to stroking his cock through his slacks, as his hands glided up her waist to the base of her now bare breasts.
His kisses trailed around the back of her neck and his nibbling began anew on her other side. His hands began a deep kneading about the base of her breasts and he slowly pulled the hot, soft flesh out toward their peaks. He ended it with a soft yet firm hold on each nipple and gently tugged out on them. She groaned deeply and pushed herself back into him. As each nipple slipped from his grasp she shuttered, grunted and squeezed his shaft. She hugged her arms about her chest and he wrapped her in his as he gently rocked her to and fro.
After a few moments she turned to face him saying, "You're going to pay for that you know." Kissing him fiercely, while grasping his head between her hands, she backed them toward the bed. Feeling the bed hit the back of her legs, she turned them both around and breaking their kiss, she shoved him backward onto the bed. It did not take her long to remove her shoes and skirt and with them lying to the floor, she stood naked before him. He had little time to appreciate the scene though as she threw herself on top of him. Her passion was raging as they kissed again. He tried to take her in his arms, but she but she had other ideas. Grasping his arms she pressed them down onto the bed. Her hands then went to the middle of his shirt and grasping it firmly, she tore it open. Buttons flew in all directions. Her fingers were now free to roam about the curly, downy soft hair on his chest. She broke the kiss and began to move to kissing and nipping his neck and chest, emitting little growls along the way. She stopped for a moment to bite and suck his nipples till she heard a satisfying groan of his own, before moving on down to her true target.
Reaching his pants, she looked up into his eyes and could see the lust burning there and she could feel his lust straining to be removed from its encasement. She undid the top and slowly lowered the zipper. Reaching around to the back of his pants she pulled at them until his cock sprang forth and they were on the floor next to hers. As he struggled to remove his now somewhat tattered shirt she went on with her joyous business. She licked and kissed at his inner thighs and then up to his stomach, letting her hair ever so lightly brush his ragging cock. She then moved down to kiss the head and then kiss down the shaft, driving him crazy.
