You and I have been enjoying βcyber-sexβ for many months. We are geographically too far apart and both have family responsibilities that make taking our feelings from the virtual to reality impossible. Our correspondence has become increasingly hotter and more graphic in our sexual desires.
Fate steps in, bringing a gift. We are in the same industry and there is a seminar we are to both attend. As we write, apologizing for our future absence, we learn we will be attending the same seminar, which is to be held in a hotel where we will both be staying. Suddenly, the trip away from home is something to be looked forward to, not avoided. We each fly to the distant city from our own. We travel with others from our company.
Obviously, business must be attended to. But the first one to check in would inform the front desk of the other one's arrival, and ask for adjoining rooms.
Then down to the business of why we are there. Maybe that first day, one might arrive early and the next one might be later. There are afternoon sessions and we probably have to attend a dinner.
But later, as each group and person is left to return to their rooms, we would each notice a certain urgency about our walk. Perhaps you get to your room first. I wonder, what you would be wearing, knowing I would be in the next room. I would get to my room, and remove coat, tie, shoes, and take a deep breath. Then I would walk over to the door that joins the two rooms. I open my side, and find your door already open. It was waiting, just as you are.
I step inside and say βAmy?"
You turn, rush over to the door. Even though we have never met, we hug and kiss like old sweethearts who haven't seen each other in years.
You are hot to get started, but I am old fashioned.
I push you out of the embrace, and grab your right hand with mine and say "Hi, I'm David".
You say "Hi David, I'm Amy. How are you?"
"I'm fine, and you?"
You answer that you are fine too, and we walk nearer to the bed.
I grab you arm and say, "Now that that is over...." and push you onto the bed, and fall on you. We kiss, over and over again, enjoying the rupture of being together.
You move me to your side and open your robe. You were expecting me, and so you dressed comfortably, but you have nothing under the robe. I sit there, staring at a body I have longed for. As I stare at you, you move to me and I watch your body as you move. Still staring, barely able to breathe, I am so enamored with what I am looking at. You startle me as you start unbuttoning my shirt. You slide it back, off my shoulders. As it slips off, I reach over and hold your left breast. With the slightest of pressure, I push you on to your back and kiss you, while holding and now squeezing your breast.
We kiss again and again, our tongues playing games with each other, my palm is now pushing against your breast. Our breathing becomes shallow and quicker. As I move closer to you, my belt buckle comes in contact with your abdomen and you twitch. We stop and I stand up.
I pull you up and say "Wait just a second", and I pull back the bed sheets. I turn to you, laying my hands on you shoulders, inside your open robe and step in to kiss you again, as my hands drop your robe behind you. Then, taking your hand, I put you in bed. I unbuckle the offending belt, unzip and drop my pants and underpants. I move to join you in the bed, but you hold out you hand to my stomach and stop my approach.
"Not yet you don't", you whisper. I look quizzical, but you lean over and take me into your mouth. A moan slips out of my mouth.