Newly divorced after several years of marriage, I decided to get back in the dating game gradually so I began talking to people in the online chat rooms on the internet. I figured they could give me some idea of what dating was like after so many years away from it. I am shy and live in a small town so meeting new people is hard for me. As near as I can tell I am average looking with long, brown hair and brown eyes. I am 5’8” so I am taller than most of my friends and most of the single men I know are shorter than me as well. The chat rooms gave me an opportunity to flirt and get acquainted with a wide variety of people without any pressure. The last thing I expected from the experience was to find someone who seemed ideal for me, but that is exactly what happened.
The chat rooms can be a lot of fun and I started flirting with guys who said they were taller than me. Matt fit that criteria. We started talking and before long we were sharing our life stories. I learned that he was divorced and that we had similar childhoods with both of us growing up in small towns. We like the same types of music and movies. We watch some of the same television programs and both enjoy a good comedy as well as a good drama. It didn’t take long before we graduated from online chatting to talking on the telephone to exchanging photographs. The only problem was the distance. He lives 600 miles away. When I first starting talking in the chat rooms I didn’t care where anyone lived, I just wanted to talk and laugh without any strings. Now the distance between us really bothers me.
You see, I really like Matt and he likes me and we would like to have a real date and see where this thing we started might lead. One weekend we were both really having a hard time with the distance between us. I had done some shopping and watched people holding hands and laughing at the mall and it made me wish even more that we lived close enough to do that ourselves. Matt had been having a tough week that seemed to drag on endlessly and we talked on Friday night about how much we wished we could be together even if it was just for one night. It didn’t seem like that was ever going to be possible with our schedules and the little things that tend to crop up in the lives of adults who are parents.
Saturday morning I woke up feeling a little better so I logged onto my computer to see if Matt was feeling better, too. I was surprised that he wasn’t online, but I had an email from him saying he was going to be busy so I didn’t think anything else about it. I checked back periodically to see if he was online but the day passed without any more emails and he never did log in. I was disappointed when the entire day passed without any further word from him. I toyed with the idea of calling him on the phone but I was afraid he would think I was intruding so I decided against it. As the evening wore on I decided to pay bills. My dining room table is positioned so that I can see out the picture window in the living room. I spread everything out on the table and sat there alternately looking at it and looking out the window.
The traffic on the street was slowing down as it got later. Sometime after ten I heard a motorcycle coming up the street. As it approached I thought about my being alone in the house with all the doors unlocked and readily accessible to anyone stopping by. I thought about how someone could come inside without my being able to stop them and my heart sped up a little. Telling myself not to be so fanciful I got up to lock the doors. The motorcycle was right outside and I saw it was waiting for traffic to pass so it could turn left onto the street beside my house. I went into the kitchen and locked the back door as I heard the motorcycle engine stop. I assumed it belonged to one of my neighbors as I walked back in and over to the picture window and closed the drapes.
I thought I heard a sound on the front porch but I didn’t pay any attention as I grabbed the lock on the door and prepared to close it. I looked up when I heard the screen door open. There in front of me was the motorcycle rider dressed in leather pants and a jacket. His helmet covered his face and he was holding my screen door open. My heart skipped a beat before speeding up as I wondered who he was. His left hand reached up and undid the strap under his chin. I thought to just close the inner door on him even as his hand pulled the helmet from his head. The motion stayed my hand as I found myself looking into the smiling blue of eyes of my online friend.
He was everything he had said he was and more. He was tall and muscular with dark hair and blue eyes. He looked fit and oh, so handsome standing there. I was struck dumb by my own excitement. I didn’t know what to do first. I wanted to pull him inside and touch him to make sure he was real. I was afraid to do that for fear he would turn out to be a fantasy from my fevered imagination. Before I could do anything, he stepped across the threshold and into my living room. He shook his head a little and ran his free hand through his hair. He set his helmet down on the table beside the door and stuffed a pair of gloves inside it. Then he straightened up and looked at me. I pushed the door closed and turned the lock to shut out the world.
“Hi baby,” he said. “I thought about how much we wanted to be together and when my ex-wife showed up at noon to take Samantha home with her to spend the night, I just said to hell with it and got on my bike.”
My face had the biggest grin of my life on it as I looked at the man whom I had dreamed about for so long. He shrugged his shoulders out of his jacket and let it fall to the floor as he yanked me into his arms. Our lips met hungrily. My arms were trapped at my sides by the strength of his hands as he held me prisoner against him. His lips rubbed against mine and I opened my mouth to let his tongue inside. He teased my tongue with his as I strained to get closer to him. His hands eased their grip on my arms as we held each other closer.
“Oh, baby. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long,” he groaned out against my lips. My answering moan was swallowed by another long kiss. Our tongues continued to dance against one another as our hands explored. Mine ran up and down the firmness of his back and shoulders. I buried my fingers in his hair and pulled his head down against mine when he would have drawn away.
His hands ran from my shoulders down my back and finally he grabbed my ass and pulled it closer to him. I could feel a bulge against my lower stomach and knew he was as turned on as I was. I pressed my hips up against him and felt myself tremble with excitement. Finally we broke apart and stood looking at each other. His gaze ran up and down the length of me from my bare feet to my tight jeans to the soft, cotton t-shirt that covered my breasts. My nipples were hard and pointed and clearly outlined even though I had on a bra under the t-shirt.
He had on boots and his legs looked strong under the leather covering them. His western shirt was tucked into his pants and I smiled, remembering our conversations about my longing for a real cowboy. Matt looked good enough to eat and I wanted him naked right then. I am usually shy and reserved with people I don’t know but I felt none of that with him. I don’t know if it was our many conversations or simply that our kisses left me so hot I couldn’t think, but whatever caused it, I found myself reaching out to touch him again.
