This story was inspired by a member of The Lit. Forum.
The story in about a woman I met through various threads over the last month. Since I have gotten to know her, I found out I have a great deal in common with her. It started as just some playful remarks while visiting this thread and that thread.
It was a post here and a post there. It continued on to the pm stage. We would pm each other ever now and then. I would send her a joke everyday. When we both felt comfortable enough with each other, we exchanged e-mails address and photos.
The very first day she had my e-mail address, she sent me some very beautiful photos of her upper body. Later on she sent me photo of her wearing a pair of cute little glasses. It took me a while but I finally posted a pick of my gray boxer briefs with a soaked spot on them, a spot she help make. Since then I did post a pick of myself so see could what I looked like.
Time passed and we found our selves speaking via IM's and through certain threads in The Lit. Forum. She always told me that if I ever found myself alone some day that I should let her know.
Well, one day the time came and I was not with anyone so, I sent her a message and asked her if we could meet. She quickly responded with a yes and to tell me her name was Becky. I responded to tell her my name was Mark. We made plans to meet over a holiday weekend, that way if things work we would have to travel on a Sunday to be at work on Monday.
Beck suggested that we meet close to me, because she really needed to get away from things where she lived. I told her about place, it was a shopping center with restaurants and a hotel and at one time, it was a train station many years ago.
By the time our weekend arrived, I was so nervous. I always get nervous when meeting new people, even though we had expressed our feelings with one another time after time. We knew what each other looked like and had so many in common, I still wondered if we would hit it off in person.
On my drive to meet Becky I could not stop thinking of how good it was going to feel holding her in my arms. Since I did not have as far to drive as Becky, I showed up early. I parked my car, stood outside, and waited for her to show up.
"Mark?" I her a soft voice call out.
I turned around to see Becky standing there, she was so cute and even had on her cute little glasses that I liked so much.
"Becky!" I shouted, "It is so nice to finally see you in person."
"I feel the same way." She assured me.
After a long awaited hug and just holding each other, we went inside to look around and get to know one another face to face.
"I've never been here before." Becky said.
"It used to be a train station many years ago," I told Becky, "My dad left for basic training at that this station."
"They have a hotel here as well," I said, "Which by the way is Gene Simmons' favorite hotel he ever been to."
We spent the next several hours shopping, eating, talking and laughing; we even managed to sneak a few kisses in here and there. We were both enjoying the day so much, it was nice to get away from all the stress of work, family issues and relationship problems were both had faced over the last couple of months.
"Would you like to spend the night with me?" Becky asked.
