One of my favorite things about writing these stories is the feedback I get from the readers. I love when people tell me how excited they get reading my stories. Now I realize that the internet is the world of anonymous people, and you can never really be sure that people are who they say they are. I also realize that it doesn’t really matter if you’re willing to be a part of the fantasy. So, I just take everything at face value, and let myself be a part of the whole thing. I mean, I never understood the people who go into the chat rooms, and spend the entire time trying to figure out who is for real and who isn’t. What’s the difference? You’ll probably never know for sure, so just go with it!
Anyway, I was checking my e-mail one-day, answering feedback from readers, when I came across one from a girl named Jessica. She described herself as a 19-year-old female, who said she read and enjoyed all my stories. She told me that my stories had a lot of her fantasies in them, and that she would love to talk to me sometime. I replied to her letter, and gave her my e-mail address, and told her whenever she saw me on-line to say hi.
About a week or so had gone by, and I was on-line, killing some time when I got an instant message from her. I instantly recognized her screen name and replied. I won’t bore you with the details, but we got to talking, and we discovered that we were both like-minded in a lot of ways. She described a lot of her fantasies to me, and even sent me parts of my stories that she liked, and told me how she would love to do the things that I had described. I was definitely flattered to say the least, and also very excited to know that there was someone who got off on the same things as I did. The more we talked, the more excited I got. We traded masturbation techniques, and I found myself telling her things about myself that I had never told anyone before. Some of the more explorative things I had done when I was alone. By now I was rubbing myself as we talked.
A few minutes later, she sent me some pictures of herself. Nothing too revealing, but sexy just as well. She was definitely beautiful. A cute face, with a body that I wanted to devour from head to toe. She told me that she was into girls, but had never been with anyone, girl or guy. I was amazed that a girl this hot had never been with anyone. I was getting hot, and I told her that her picture was turning me on. I masturbated to her picture, and told her how hot she was getting me. Now I know this sounds like a typical on-line encounter, but for some reason, this was different.
Over the next few weeks, we talked a lot. I told her more of my fantasies, and she told me hers. We spent time talking about how we pleasured ourselves, and described what we would do to each other if we were given the chance. Unfortunately, we lived several states away, and I knew that there was probably no way we would ever actually meet.
Now I know what you’re thinking. You’re probably sitting there, reading this saying “Anne you’re nuts!” That may be so, but I told you, it’s all about the fantasy. Besides, I never thought I would actually try and meet in person, someone I met on-line. Sometimes fantasies are better left at that. At least that’s what I had always thought.
One Thursday last month found me in my usual daily grind at work (no pun intended), when my boss called me in her office. It was a little strange, seeing as how I work in a pretty laid back atmosphere. My boss was never the type of person to have private meetings, so I feared the worst.
My boss sat me down, and launched into a whole rehearsed story about teamwork and blah blah blah. The bottom line: I was asked to do some traveling for the company. It was definitely a first for any employee at my company. Usually the only one who ever traveled was the boss. As it turned out, she double booked herself with two clients at once, and since I was the most familiar with their accounts, she asked if I would take her place. I would have been crazy to turn down an all-expense paid trip for two, even if it was just for the weekend, and even if there was no “two.”
On my way home that evening, I realized that this trip was taking me close to where Jessica said she was from. I really didn’t give it much thought, but it was definitely something to think about later!
Later that night, after I got myself all packed, I decided to go on-line for a little while. No sooner had I got on, when Jessica sent me a message. We started to talk, but I didn’t tell her about my weekend plans. I asked her what she was doing this weekend, and she told me that she was going out with some friends on Saturday night. She told me the name of the place, and where it was and I jotted it down on a piece of paper. I still really had no intention of trying to meet up with her, but I figured “just incase.” Besides, I was probably going to be a few hours away from wherever this place was.
I checked into the hotel Friday afternoon, and stayed in for the night, going over the client information I would need to know for the next day.
Saturday morning proved to be successful. The meeting went extremely well. I even managed to drum us up a little extra revenue, something that was not expected of me, and I felt good. The meeting took less than half the time I expected, and even though I would have liked to think that it was my knowledge of the client and their needs that made things go so well, I knew the extra bit of cleavage my blouse revealed didn’t hurt either.
It was around two in the afternoon, and I was sitting in my hotel room wondering what the hell I was going to do with the rest of my time here. Afterall, I really didn’t know the area, and I was just about to see if there was an earlier flight home when I remembered Jessica. I figured It might be worth seeing at least how far apart we were. After doing a little searching, it turned out that we weren’t very far away at all. Damn close as a matter of fact.
I spent much of the afternoon contemplating what I should do. I finally decided that it couldn’t hurt to at least check it out.
I tried to dress sexy, but not too revealing. As I got ready, I felt nervous, and I almost backed out like ten times. I kept telling myself how crazy this was. I mean, I really knew nothing about this girl, if she even existed. And even if she was who she said she was, how did I know if she actually wanted to meet me? Maybe she wanted nothing more than just an on-line fantasy.
All these thoughts kept running through my head, even as I pulled up in front of the place she said she was going to be. I sat in the car for like 15 minutes, debating weather or not to go in. I figured that I came this far. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. As nervous as I was, there was a part of me that found it very exciting, and besides, if I had been here and made no attempt to at least see her, I may have regretted it. At least that’s what I kept telling myself.
I sat at the bar for well over an hour, fighting off the advances of drunken frat boys. After a few too many drinks, I decided to just give up. What was I thinking? I really started to feel stupid, and was eager to get the hell out of there.
I signaled the bartender to settle up, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a girl hurry past me to the bathroom. It was her! I couldn’t believe it. It was actually her! My heart fell into my stomach, and I sat back down quickly. I had no idea what I was going to do. I spent the whole time thinking that this wouldn’t actually happen, and no time thinking what I would do if it did. I quickly grabbed a pen from my purse and a napkin, and made my way into the bathroom. She was standing at the sink, fixing her hair in the mirror when I walked in. She gave me a slight smile, and her eyes quickly looked me up and down before returning back to the mirror. I quickly jotted my screen name with my hotel name and room on the napkin and folded it in half. I stepped next to her and ran my hands under the water. I turned to look at her. She was just as pretty as her pictures.
“Jessica right?”
She turned and looked at me.
“Yea. How’d ya know?”
I smiled.
“Just a lucky guess.”
“Really. How do you know my name?”
