Denise lay in bed in her room at the "Ramada Inn" in "Eugene, Oregon," staring at the seam of light shining between the closed drapes and the side of the window frame. This seam of light bothered her because she liked sleeping in complete darkness and quiet. However, neither was possible in motel rooms.
Denise was a night person who still had the vitality and energy to face the day after little or no sleep. During her high school days she worked as a waitress at a well-known, underground restaurant called "The Gateway Plaza" located near what is called "The Point" or The Golden Triangle in "Pittsburgh, PA," where three rivers meet.
She worked night shifts, but being a night person it wasn't hard on Denise except for the fact that while going to high school Denise went without sleep from Friday morning when she got up to go to school until she crashed Sunday evenings. That was about sixty hours running on youth and adrenalin.
This was not the case this time. Denise was now a mature woman in her early thirties living her own life successfully; however, something had been missing in her life for some time. A lovemate with whom she could share her life. Oh, yes, she did the bar scene, often meeting someone with whom to spend the night, but she hadn't connected with any woman thus far who was special and whom she could love, both giving and receiving. Someone with whom she could share her life.
This is the way it was for Denise until she met Nan on the Internet in a Website set up for people of "Irish" descent and any who loved things that are "Irish" and the lifestyle.
Both being "Irish" Nan and Denise met on this Website called "Irishpenpals," and as the name implies this site was not a dating service nor for people looking for sex. It was intended to get those who were "Irish" all over the world to have interactive togetherness.
One just looked for other "Irishmen" and "Irish" Colleens with similar interests and email them through the Website "Irishpenpals."
Denise's first "Irishpenpal" was Meg from Downunder/Australia. What caught Denise's attention about Meg was that she played the "Irish" whistle just as Denise did, and so the two had an immediate bond between them even though they were a half world apart.
As time went on Denise had about twelve "Irishpenpals" from all parts of the U. S. and throughout the world.
One day Denise received an email from an "Irishpenpal" named Nan who lived in "Southern California" above "LA" while Denise lived on the Mid-West Coast of "Florida." This made for quite a geographical distance between them, but Cyberspace not being bound by time and space made it seem as if they were next door neighbors. Thus began a sharing of emails, ecards, and eventually phone calls which they called "phone dates."
During their correspondence Nan and Denise surprisingly found they had many things in common. Both were born in "Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania"; although, Denise was three years older than Nan, and while Denise grew up in "Pittsburgh" until she went off to college, Nan's parents moved her to a little town north of "Pittsburgh" named "Franklin." They also knew out-of-the-way nameplaces such as "Zelienople" and "McConnell's Mill," and also had family contacts in "Wheeling, West Virginia."
As they became closer with one another, they felt the need to put faces on one another and voices to go with them. Therefore, they exchanged photos which led to their phone dates which could go on for hours.
This went on for about a year until Denise took the initiative and sent Nan an email, asking if they should meet one another. She did so with trepidation since she didn't want to press as well as get turned down, but the only way the two would meet was to ask.
When Denise sent the email, her heart pounded in her chest, and her breathing was fast and shallow, causing her breasts to rise and fall with each inhale of air. The cloth of her T-Shirt rubbed against her nipples with each breath, causing her them to become hard with sexual arousal.
Despite the uneasiness she felt having sent the email, her misgivings were soon answered. Nan's reply came to Denise that very evening when she checked her email, and Nan's name jumped out at Denise in the Sender column as if it were the only email in her Inbox.
After a moment's hesitation and a deep breath, Denise clicked onto Nan's email highlighted in blue and opened her letter.
"Dear Denise,
I must say I was surprised, if not shocked, with your suggestion of our meeting one another after all this time and the many emails, ecards, photos, and phone dates we've exchanged and had. However, I admit, the same thought had gone through my mind many times as the months turned into years of knowing one another through Cyberspace and "Snail Mail."
I remember our first phone date when we told one another later how nervous we were when we heard the phones ringing and listening to our voices for the first time, adding another dimension to our friendship. Trying to match our voices with the photos we had shared. :-) However, after the first few words, we talked and talked for two hours which lasted for you on the East Coast until 3:00 A.M. and me 12:00 A.M.
Anyway, despite the fact I've thought about our meeting one another, I'm glad it was you who asked since I'm somewhat shy regarding "firsts" and usually don't make the first move.
Be that as it may, Denise, my answer to you is 'Yes!' I think it is time for us to meet one another.
There, I finally got around to answering your question when a simple 'Yes' at the beginning probably would have been better and obviously more direct. LOL
Now my heart is beating faster and my breaths are coming in shallow gasps from every thought about our meeting one another. I can't wait. It will be like us having a present to open. :-)
With Affection,
Your friend, Nan"
Denise repeated Nan's letter so often she knew it by heart, and now lying naked in bed on the sheets, her legs held slightly apart with sweat all over her body from the excitement of just remembering what tomorrow would bring, her and Nan together, she repeated the letter once more.
Now with Nan's image before her, Denise knew she wouldn't get to sleep right away. Besides, the lustful thoughts having run through her mind had aroused her libido, and she knew she would not sleep until she had an orgasm.
Denise brought her hands to her breasts and cupped them. She felt her nipples already stiff and erect as she let her fingertips play with them, moving them back and forth. Sometimes she squeezed her breasts in her hands, causing her nipples to rise and sit up like two pink cherries on top of two mounds of vanilla ice cream.
Denise's feeling herself up sent messages to her brain, and her brain sent back feelings of sexual arousal, the mind-body connection even in that which is sexual. These messages started Denise to lubricate inside her vagina, and she felt wet between her legs.
Because of her wanton desires Denise knew she had to cum. It wasn't a matter of "if." It was a matter of "need."
Feeling flushed in the face, Denise slid her right hand from her left breast, down her side, over her taught belly that dipped inward towards her hips, and immediately felt through her blonde pubic hair to her pussy. Denise continued to cup and massage her right breast with her left hand and immediately, without hesitation, thrust her first two fingers of her right hand as far as they would go up her vaginal sheath.
"Oh, my...mmmmmmmm. I'm so hot and horny," sighed Denise, "and my fingers inside my pussy feel so good. So damn-fucking good."
Now Denise was really sexually stimulated, and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter and her vagina closing around her two fingers as she moved them in-and-out as she finger-fucked herself.
When she felt the first signs of her orgasm, Denise withdrew her fingers from her pussy and slid them between her blood-swollen labia, going right to her clit.
With her fingers Denise felt the sensitive nub of her clit that had expanded and become large beyond its protective hood, and even though she could not see these parts of her clit, nevertheless, they were there enlarged by the flow of blood to them: the shaft and legs of her clit that are long, thin bands of firm tissue that flare outward from the shaft along the pubic bone into two points, the cross/crus.
"Oh, my lord," Denise sighed to herself. "I love my pussy, and I love pleasuring it until it thrills me with my orgasms that cum and that sometimes even ejaculate from the spongy area inside my vagina...my G-Spot...and squirts fluid out of my vagina and/or urethra. Sometimes it's just a few drops of fluid, but at "other times" it can be a cup or more, and I might ejaculate again and again if I have multiple orgasms. I also love the taste of my love juice."
All these thoughts passed through Denise's mind as quickly as lightning strikes and is gone.
"What a wondrous thing a woman's pussy is," Denise sighed again within herself.
By now with her fingers moving quickly back and forth over her clit, Denise was just about there, and she knew which buttons to push.
With her sexual tension mounting, Denise's heart beat faster...her breathing came faster and deeper...and she was ready for her orgasm.
A powerful surge of sexual energy built up just waiting to be released, and Denise pressed her fingers onto her clit that by now was so overwhelmingly sensitive that a final touch sent Denise over the edge, and she was engulfed in the wonders of her orgasm.
"Oh, yeah! Yeah! This is what I want. This is what I need," Denise thought through the tremors of her cumming, the quaking of her body.
Denise's orgasm seemed to go on and on, and even after it was over, she lay in bed soaked in sweat until her body relaxed and was still and her clit wasn't as sensitive to the touch as it had been.
Now she could breath more easily, and with a breath Denise brought her cum-covered fingers to her mouth and sucked on them, tasting the very essence of her erotic pussy cream.
"Mmmmmmm, yes. That's what I enjoy. The taste of pussy. Mine will do, but I love eating other women and tasting their cum even better."
