I recognized her from the picture on her web site. Her silken dark hair and those feminine curves I’d been studying for all those many weeks we communicated on-line. We’d traded stories we’d written and engaged in some very flirtatious, sensual correspondence, as though we were dancing ever-so-slowly to soft, gentle music. This woman--Mink was how I knew her--had an incredible eroticism about her, and I had decided that I simply had to meet her. To my surprise, Mink seemed as interested in getting together as I was.
I walked right up to her and introduced myself.
"Hello...You must be Mink." My words were direct and confident. What a thrill that I immediately sensed a great energy about her, which doesn’t always happen when VERY compatible cyber-friends meet.
Her eyes rose to meet mine, and I was taken by their depth and liquidity.
"Why, yes....Jack?" Her voice was gentle and feminine. I felt a flutter in my belly as she spoke, an almost shy, self-conscious smile over her full, moist lips.
"I’m Jack all right," I said, trying desperately not to reveal the rush of desire and emotion which was definitely flooding through my very essence. "How nice that we could finally meet."
"Yes, I’m glad, too." Her tone continued to coax my desire.
"Listen," I said, "I really need to check in with my work people. Can we go up to my room for a few minutes?...I promise it’ll just be a few minutes."
Mink glanced around the hotel bar pondering my invitation. This was one of Chicago’s better establishments, big and sprawling, and I sensed that our weeks—or was it months?--of communication convinced her that I wasn’t some crazy Internet psycho.
"Of course, Jack," she said. "Not a problem. In fact, I’d really prefer to be in a quieter place so we could talk."
As she spoke, I couldn’t help but notice her large nipples seemed to stiffen, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been taken by the same heated lust I was feeling at that very moment.
"Great....C’mon, I’m on the 28th floor," I said, as I placed $10 on the bar and took her small, soft hand in mine, as we walked to the bank of elevators.
As the elevator door closed, she spoke again, that softly feminine voice sending shivers up and down my body.
"You know, Jack, ever since that first Email you sent me in response to my story, I’ve been thinking about you and how we would be together."
"Really...? So have I," I said, trying to sound calm and in control. "You write so expressively....I just had a great feeling about you from the very start."
The elevator door opened, and we followed the arrowed markers on the wall until we reached my room. It was big and spacious, with a separate sitting room, and a gorgeous panoramic view of the city.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked, headed toward the small hotel room bar.
"Wine, please, if you have it," she said, "Yes, a glass of red wine would be just right right now."