It promised to be an interesting evening. So many preparations, so much anticipation, and very few inhibitions had come together for what did promise to be a very interesting evening, indeed.
The weather forecast had temperatures plummeting with cold winds moving in during the evening, and storms overnight. It definitely felt like winter when she arrived an hour ago. The chill had wrapped itself around her legs, uncovered below the black leather skirt she wore, and permeated her leather jacket and the silk blouse beneath. She really must remember, she thought, leather is not ideal for cold weather. Although, the chill created some interesting protrusions in her blouse that immediately caught the attention of the clerk when she checked in.
The poor clerk behind the registration desk had a hard time finding the reservation and looking at her at the same time. Of course she hadn't helped him any, when she leaned over the desk, her white silk unbuttoned to the point directly between her full breasts, revealing enough but not too much. She reveled in the attention.
With her key in hand, she looked straight into his eyes, lightly tracing her red nails into the folds of silk. "Thank you," she purred. "Other than my companion, who will be arriving this evening, I expect to be left alone and undisturbed. No calls, no visitors. Understood?" As he nodded his understanding, she turned and left.
She needed no direction to her cabin, but knew exactly where she was going. Nothing was going to be left to chance this weekend. She had visited more than a few areas, and checked out every cabin available. This one was perfect, and she knew it when she first saw it. Secluded, with a rough natural look in its setting of thick trees, it was just what she had been searching for, she was reminded as she pulled to the front steps. She carried boxes of groceries, luggage, and a few other things she brought for the weekend, to the front door. She stopped there for a moment to close her eyes and enjoy the sounds of the surrounding trees creaking in the winds and the rustling of the fallen leaves on the ground. Finally, the cold rushing through her, she turned her key in the lock to open the heavy oak door. The wonderful aroma of the pine floor mixed with the smokey whisper from the stone fireplace and the rich scent of the leather furnishings enveloped her as she walked in.
For a moment, she allowed herself to drown in her surroundings and in her thoughts.
This encounter, this tryst, had a rather strange beginning. They were two people who had never met in real life, never shared a glance, never been in the same place at the same time, and yet had developed a bond that defied logical explanation. But what had logic and feelings to do with one another?
Their relationship wasn't the only thing that defied logic in this moment. Usually so cautious, she had agreed to this, this assignation. She still was amazed at herself and even questioned her own sanity. Then, slowly, a smile played across her dark red painted lips, and a glint of delight caught in her eyes at a memory.
She met him in a chat room, well OK, an erotic chat room. He came in and ambled over to the bar, where he sat and propped his feet up, lounging back in his chair. He poured himself a drink and watched what was going on around him. She'd noticed him immediately, had noticed his self-confidence, his composure, his ease. He was dominant, a dom, a top. She was sure of that, as she cyber-strolled over next to him.
"Is there room for me here?" she asked, and sat down with her own drink in hand. From that easy meeting the relationship grew. They just seemed to click, two friends who just met. They could talk about absolutely anything, and did.
Although they'd never met, they'd had sex at least a dozen times. She felt her own warm, wet response as she recalled those times. They were so intense, so tender, and simply incredible.
She had been quite adept at phone sex when she was still in high school, some twenty years ago, but the power of cybersex was a completely different animal. The anonymity of it allowed a higher degree of response, a considerable lack of inhibition, and a greater use of imagination. They had spoken on the phone several times, but both preferred the cyber world. It was just different, perhaps more intimate, and definitely more freeing. However, each deeply longed to actually meet, face to face.
How many times, she wondered, had they talked about this. In how many hushed conversations, hidden chat logs, or secure e-mails had they discussed this very possibility? She couldn't count them. Now it was real, at least it would be if he ever got there.
