She contacted me through private feedback from one of my stories. I was as surprised as anybody else would be - I've gotten feedback through the website before, but nothing as immediately direct as this. As I scanned the message, I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I got more and more excited:
(reproduced with permission)
"Well Jack, first I want to say how much I love your stories (I'm a female). Very hot!!! I've thought about this fetish for some time, but you really bring it to life!
I was looking at your profile and noticed that you're in the same area as my sister. I'm visiting her next week. I know this is crazy, but what do you say? Want to meet up?"
I was dumbfounded, definitely not expecting to see this in my inbox early Friday morning. Of course, I needed to know more about this woman; well, that and verify that she wasn't completely nuts.
I replied with an email asking her a few questions about herself: looks, age, what she was looking for. She responded with a few tantalizing pictures of herself (showing herself to be a very pretty blonde), and some details (including her name: Lily) - mid-twenties, married young then divorced, now just looking to explore some fantasies. By our correspondence, she actually seemed like she had a good head on her shoulders, and just wanted to try something out with someone with no strings attached. Myself, I'm single again after a very passionate, but ultimately unsuccessful relationship. Right now, I'm finally open again to have a little fun without looking for anything more (particularly not the emotional weight of a serious relationship). I'd forgotten how much of a thrill I'd get when I went through my "hook-up" phase, and here it was again, with a girl who already knew my fetish, and sounded like she wanted me to introduce it to her. Life can be pretty amazing sometimes.
Lily verified that she was going to be in town to visit family, but was getting in late so she would be booking a hotel overnight and would have the next morning free, so she thought it might be fun to meet me. That actually worked out great with my schedule, so we set it up. She invited me to meet her at her hotel bar (definitely no illusions that this was a date). At that point after we met, if either one of us didn't want to go through with it, there'd be no harm done. She asked me what I looked like, and I told her it'd be more fun to find out in person, but not to worry, no one's ever complained. For her part, she sent me a picture of herself wearing a sundress that she said she would wear in the bar so I could find her easily. Time and place set, I just had to wait in excruciating anticipation for the day.
I arrived at the nice hotel by the airport where she was staying. Making my way to the hotel bar, I was flushed with excitement. It was early in the day, but the breakfast crowd was clearing out so the area was nearly empty, making it all the more striking to see her sitting at the bar by herself. Wow! Lily is a Swedish-American blonde, short to medium height, with great curves and long, straight blonde hair and blue eyes. She was even more pretty than the pictures that she sent - I admit, I was a little concerned about a bait and switch. As I approached her, she looked up uncertainly, then as it became clear who I was, her face broke out in an incredibly sexy smile as I saw a brief wave of relief wash over her face. Phew - looks like I passed the first test!
"Jack?"
"That's me. So this is Lily... you look beautiful."
Lily blushes. "Thanks," she looks me over again, " You look different than I expected."
"Is that good or bad?"
"It's definitely not bad, just different... Let's just say I'm pleasantly surprised."
"Wow, you must have imagined me pretty ugly before. Yet you still came to see me..."
"Not at all, just when I was reading your stories, I pictured them one way, and now I'll have to picture them another."
"Fine, we'll leave it at that before I get too self-conscious."
"Ha! And you talk like you do in your stories."
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing, I guess. Just kind of clipped and intense. Just a feeling..."
I'm smiling because this is such a strange interaction for me - I've never actually met anyone in the flesh who has read my stories. And fuck, she is actually pretty hot! "Well, that's because that's how I actually talk. Did you expect me to give some sort of seductive monologue?"
Lily laughs. "No, no, no. Unless you had one in mind."
"Nothing coming to mind right now, but I'll work on it."
We stand for a few seconds in awkward silence, still looking at each other and feeling the situation out.
Lily breaks the tension. "Can I admit something to you? I'm actually crazy nervous right now." I definitely believe her - she isn't as confident as she came off in her e-mail messages to me.
"Yeah, well so am I."
"Really? You make it sound like you do this sort of thing all the time!"
I try to draw her out, maybe add some levity, so I play dumb, "Do what sort of thing?"
Lily looks at me, scrunches up her face and whispers, "Lick girls' asses!"
I laugh, "No, not at all. Not nearly as much as I'd like. Obviously, I do have some experience with it, but it's not like I'm meeting a new girl every night..."