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Author's Note: As with all my stories, this is a work of fiction. It may be based on real people and places, but it never actually happened.
Jess is from the Philippines. Jess is a nickname. We met in a chat room when she was in nursing school in the Philippines. I am disabled widower, in the United States. I seem to have an easier time talking to women in a chat room than in person.
We chatted a few times. It seems most PCs over there have webcams, so she would let me watch her. From the first time I saw her I was taken by her beauty. From the beginning, our conversations were somewhat "R rated." Since she was always in a public place, she could never show me any more skin than if we were on a public street.
When Jess finished her training, she moved to Hong Kong, and ended up getting a job as a "nanny." I would see her online late on Saturday nights, which turned out to be Sunday morning her time. Once again, she did not have her own PC, but on her day off, used some sort of cyber café, where she rented PCs with internet access by the hour. If I saw her come online, I would say "hi" and ask if I could view her cam. Some weeks that would be about all would say to each other. I figured she must have thought I was a pervert, but I just enjoyed looking at her so much; I could do it all day.
Then one day, everything changed. I saw her online, and decided to say "Hi." That time, something was different. Jess wanted to talk, more than we had in a long time. We talked for two hours that night. We made plans to meet every Saturday night my time--Sunday morning her time. We spent all her time online talking. We emailed each other pictures too, so that we had something to look at the other six days of the week.
Jess eventually got a work visa to Canada. Soon after she was there, and settled, I came for a visit. The first night together, we made love all night. It was the best sex either of us had experienced during our 40 plus years. We both knew how special this was.
The second night, I proposed at dinner, and she was yelling "YES!" before I had finished. Our last full day together was spent ring shopping.
After about a year of marriage, Jess went home for two weeks to spend time with her mom who was now close to 80, meaning a trip to the U.S. would be too much for her. This would be the first time we would be apart since the wedding. Although being in our 40s and 50s, we had a good and active sex life, better than either of us had ever known.
On the way home, Jess called me when she arrived back into San Francisco, to confirm when her flight was due into Denver. She wanted to make sure I would pick her up alone. However, she would not say why. I assured her I would be there and was talking the next two days off work.
I was at right at the edge of the Security area, on my scooter when she ran over, dropping her bag at my feet and plopped down on my lap with a big hug and a couple of long kisses. We hugged tightly. The two weeks apart was now over.
We picked up her carry-on, and started towards the luggage area, holding hands. Her first bag was already there, but the other seemed to take forever to show up. Meanwhile Jess quizzed me about where I had parked. "Was it in the parking garage?" "Was it close?" Did anyone (like my parents) come with you? This was not like her to be so anxious.
She grabbed both bags and headed for the door. When we were in the garage, I directed her to our van. We have a mini-van with and electric ramp. There are no middle seats, which is where my scooter rides. As we approached the van, I hit the button to open the back hatch, then the other to open the ramp. Jess lifted each of the three bags into the back, and then started around to the passenger side as I closed the hatch. As I got in the van, I realized Jess was on the back seat not the front seat. She immediately hit the inside button to raise the ramp and close the door. Her expediency was now undeniable! The door was only half closed, when I realized Jess was undressing.
I heard her say, "Get over here! I need you in me NOW!"
"We'll be home in an hour."
"I CAN'T WAIT ANOTHER HOUR!"