"Til tomorrow," that message remained on his screen long after they had signed off. The two words held so much promise. Was this the beginning of something real and tangible or the end of something created in the imaginations of two amateur writers and sensually inclined people?
Maybe it was both, they would soon find out.
Carla and Don had read and enjoyed several of one another's stories on Literotica. They had begun their regular on-line exchange a few months earlier. Their virtual relationship had started out innocently with friendly exchanges and constructive comments on each other's writing. Carla's sincere enthusiasm for writing intrigued Don more and more as the days and weeks went on. Don had known women who truly liked sex, but few who would talk about all aspects of it openly. Her well crafted and very personal stories reflected her openness. Soon they both felt a certain and very real electricity between them, one that had only somewhat to do with their shared love for writing. Their e-mails and on-line chats became more intimate until they were visiting with one another every night.
As time went by, they flirted with the idea of a more intimate meeting. But that was all it was, just a flirtatious fantasy. That is until one late evening Don realized he really did want more. He needed Carla; he needed to see her, to really be with her. That night Don's fingers nervously danced over the keyboard. It was the middle of winter and it was not going to get any warmer anytime soon. He didn't want to wait three or four more months until summer to surprise Carla. Without being too forthcoming about his plan, he asked Carla questions about her upcoming schedule. Answering his innocent questions, Carla told him what her work and family schedule was for the next few weeks. By the end of their chat, Don had skillfully planned the best time to convince Carla to meet him for a long weekend. That weekend would be mid-February, President's Day weekend for him in Virginia and Family Day weekend for her in Canada. It was perfect, she had no commitments, he would add the days to the back end of a business to the west coast. More important it was less than four weeks away. With that in mind his physical arousal and his emotional excitement peaked as he continued to chat late into the night with Carla.
He was determined to persuade her to meet him in Las Vegas.
He had to see her and touch her. He had to realize the fantasy they had created in the short time they had been 'together'. It took a lot of convincing to get Carla to understand he was being real. He did want to meet her, in person.
Even more nervously Carla's fingers caressed her keyboard, but she finally agreed.
Before the week was out Don had made all the arrangements for a nice hotel room. He reserved a suite at one of the most prestigious and glitzy high rise hotels on the Vegas Strip, the Bellagio. He booked their respective flights, sending her an e-ticket to catch her flight from Canada. They would meet on Friday and then have a full two days and three nights together.
It was to be a three-day fantasy come true.
After nearly five months in the making, the moment had arrived.
Sitting alone in his row on the plane Don's whole body was tense with anticipation. Not that it should have mattered but sitting there flipping through the airline magazine he realized he had not masturbated all week. Even after a couple of very passionate chats with Carla in the past few days he had restrained himself somehow. He could not remember the last time he had gone a week or more without indulging himself with even a solo quickie. That morning was the toughest mostly because he had awakened from a dream filled with vivid images of Carla, her virtual body, her virtual smell and taste, all so real. He had been harder than he could remember as he laid there in the Seattle hotel bed. But he contained his physical arousal all through his normal morning routine, even through soaping up his manhood during his shower. He left the west coast town to complete his 'business trip'.
So there he sat with spoken promises from his last chat with Carla the previous evening sending thoughts reeling through his mind, all to the point his erection had fully returned as it had when he awoke five hours earlier. The duration and intensity of his arousal was bordering on both the ridiculous and the painful. The expectation of what was to come the moment he and Carla made it to their hotel room was beyond any blissful fantasy he'd previously written and posted to Literotica. He reached down to touch himself under the magazine covering his lap. He was wearing a new looser pair of boxers that allowed his stiff manhood room to expand. He was fully hard with excitement sitting there in seat 23B. He was surprised he could still be so patient, but then the thought of getting up and going to the plane's lavatory to have a good hot stroke was not all that appealing. He had waited this long he told himself, he was going to wait for Carla now.
Don's flight arrived on time in Las Vegas at 3:45 Friday afternoon. He immediately left his arrival gate and went off toward Carla's intended international arrival gate. As he made his way he wondered almost anxiously if Carla would be as excited to see him as he was to see her.
It was already 4:15 when he stood off to the side of the gate area to catch a glimpse of his 'lover' as she stepped through the entryway. He checked his watch for the fourth time. It had only been another two minutes, but then... The entryway opened and he began scouring the large group coming through the door. Every blonde woman that came through the passageway would cause him to crane his neck to look for Carla's face. After nearly a dozen women had come through and headed away, he began to wonder if he had missed her, or worse maybe she had changed her mind and not come. Don was beginning to feel dejected when from out of the shadowy entrance he saw her. He saw the lovely blonde-haired Carla he had seen only in e-mailed pictures up to this point. It was her and she strode out of the entryway, her back straight, her gaze fixed straight ahead. Her shoulders high with her carry-on clenched between her elbow and her ribs.
He watched as she walked between the roped pylons and closer to him. His eyes never wavered from her face and he immediately realized just how much more he wanted this woman, how much he had come to want her all these months. A part of him wanted to walk right up to her and introduce himself for the first time face to face, then whisk her off to a quiet corner somewhere and kiss the hell out of her. The other part of him was cemented in place realizing he was also as nervous as he'd ever been in his entire life.
Then her eyes met his.
Don smiled and slowly walked toward her. His anxiety raised another notch as he took in the rest of her. She looked so wonderful in her crisp white blouse under an open sweater. Her snug blue jeans hugging her curves like a racecar to a track. Her high heeled boots making a soft click against the tiled floor.
His heart raced as he looked at her, she was so inviting. The thought that he might actually get to realize all of his fantasies after all washed over him. He took another nervous stride and looked back to her face. He suddenly found himself almost frozen in place again as he stopped a couple of paces from her and looked into those beautiful blue eyes. They were so striking, so familiar. He had only seen a picture of them before this, but they were very much Carla's.
A renewed flush came over his body.
Carla smiled up at him, the nervousness apparent. Silently she held out her hand for him to take. "Hi Don."
"Hello Carla." The touch of her hand in his did nothing to ease the sexual tension he had built up to this point. "It's wonderful to finally meet you," was all he could muster to add.
They were together for the first time...the first time in the real world anyway. He looked at her and said what only naturally came to his mind next, "How was your trip?"
"Fine." The simple equally nervous reply came.
They both stood silent for the next several seconds, looking at each other.
Still holding her hand at arm's length, Don finally spoke. "Carla, I want to thank you for coming. Hopefully I will make your trip worthwhile. Just being with you this close is a pleasure for me already."
"Thanks for inviting me," she replied barely above a whisper. Reluctantly she pulled her hand back only so she could adjust the carry-on back on her shoulder.
"You're welcome." Don said his voice shaky as he watched her soft hand draw away.
