I sat in the lobby of the Hilton Hotel in downtown Chicago, waiting for my online lover to arrive. We'd never met in person before, so I was nervous as Hell.
It started in a strange way. She read some of my lesbian stories on Literotica and emailed me to say how much they turned her on.
I'll call her 'Jan' in this story, but that's not her real name. She's a married woman, and I don't want to mess up her marriage.
Jan sent me feedback that she rubbed her pussy when reading my stories and got off that way, quite a compliment to a writer of erotica, or smut, call it what you will.
Our email messages got steamier as time went on. After telling me she was married, Jan said she had a computer upstairs in her home office, from which she searched the Internet while hubby was asleep at night. I told her how her messages got *me* aroused in return, typical conversation of people who send each other sexual email messages on the Internet.
She often sent messages saying she was home for a lunch break, not far from her office, checking for email from me and writing her replies. She's the loan officer for a bank in a suburb of Cleveland, Ohio and lives close enough to go home for such activity.
Over time, the female writer of smut in New York (that's me) and the female banker from Ohio became online lovers. The only problem, of course, is that email messages about kissing nipples, licking pussies, etc. are absolutely not like the real thing! It's titillating, but no more than that.
One day she startled me by suggesting we meet in person, at a banking conference in Chicago that she was attending. At first I thought it was crazy, but after dreaming about being in bed with her in Chicago, I awoke with a wet cunt.
One pic from her was amazing! It showed her naked, lying on a bed, with her legs spread, and her cunt exposed. When I asked how the Hell she got that one, did anyone help her, she had responded, "Time release, my dear. I set the shot up, focused the camera, and set the timer. Did you like it?"
I liked it so much that I emailed her back that I would be in Chicago and asked about reservations, that sort of thing.
Two days later, Jan replied that she had a suite big enough for both of us, reserved in her name. It was supposed to be for "interviewing job candidates" : to make it seem above board to her management.
I emailed her back.
"I'll be you're candidate. Are you looking for someone who can eat pussy, lick your nipples, that sort of thing?"
"Just what I'm looking for," she replied. "See you in Chicago."
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Since we'd exchanged pictures previously, it was easy to spot Jan when she entered the Hilton and walked up to the Registration Desk.
I got up from my seat, walked over to her, and simply said, "Welcome to Chicago!"
She turned around, saw me, and met my kiss on her cheek with her own on my lips.
"It's marvelous to see you, at last," she said. "Have you been waiting long?"
"Not long. I've been waiting here, with my suitcase, for you to check in."
Jan proceeded to check in to the hotel and then led me to the room. We held hands on the way. I could almost taste her pussy as we approached the room!
After she unlocked the door and opened it, we embraced for the first time. I held her in my arms and she had her arms around me, with her hands right on my ass! Jan is very direct about such things, which is what I wanted.
"How does that feel?", she asked.
"Great," I said. "I'm so fucking hot that I want you to take off all your clothes for me!"
Suddenly the phone rang. Jan picked it up talked to someone for a few minutes. She turned to me, saying that she had to take care of business. I craved more sex but said I understood she was there on business.
"I'll be right back," she said. "Make yourself at home."
I took Jan at her word, taking off my dress, bra, and panties. All I had on were shoes, stockings and garter belt. I kicked off the shoes and lay in bed, on my back, and played with my pussy. I was lost in images of sex, with a dripping wet cunt.
Then I heard Jan. She must have come back to the room without my noticing.
"You look marvelous, my dear Lesly," she said. "Make room for me."
I watched her put on a strip show for me, until she had on only a black garter belt and stockings . Her curly black cunt hair was framed by black stockings and black garter belt straps, an almost obscene show - just for me!
I knelt before her, kissing her soft inner thighs as she lifted one foot, then the other foot. Her lightly furred mound was inches from my face.
Inhaling, I leaned forward and slid my tongue over her mound, tasting her sweetness. She held my head in position as I ate her.
Then she got into bed with me. We embraced and kissed.
"Get on your back for me," I said.
Rolling down my stockings, she paused to kiss my thighs, knees, and each toe.