Β©Hitchhiker and Fredricka 2009
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Adam and Fredricka had been working on line together for nearly two hours, as always they'd turned one another on to a point that was sheer torture.
To be in a heightened state of arousal created great writing from both of them. They had become so good at their online writing sessions each could work on their own story whilst putting great input to the others.
Adam spoke into the microphone "Hey sweetness I'm going have log off pretty soon there's a storm coming my way with lightening striking the ground and I know what lightening does to computers." Before Fredricka could respond....... FLASH!!!! BLACKNESS!!!!!
Adam saw a bright flash and then nothing, just blackness. He felt as if he was floating not up nor down just a huge yet comforting warm void then after what seemed a few seconds he sensed a smaller space as if he were in a room and then he was standing on a bare floor
'Where was the carpet that he left?' He thought. He knew he wasn't dead but he wasn't in his home either. Thunder crashed outside and the lightening lit an unfamiliar room, but to Adam there was a sense of belonging, like he had been here so many times before.
Frustrated, Fredricka came back into the room, "Damn door," she mutters "And there was not even anyone there. Rotten luck, it was just getting hot. I wonder if I can still get Adam on line, I really need a good orgasm."
Hidden in the corner, Adam can only stare. She doesn't see him; her only intent is to get back on line. Adam still dazed looks at the woman who seems very annoyed as she sits back down at her computer.
"No it can't be? It's impossible. But from the photo I'd say it is Fredricka." But it is her, his Fredricka. Unsure of what happened, he feels the lovely tingle in the head of his cock, the start of arousal.
As Fredricka sits at her computer, she doesn't see the mystified Adam in the corner supporting himself by leaning against the wall.
She pushes the on button of her computer; Fredricka waits for the familiar blue glow to fill her room, the one that will bring Adam back to her.
"Hey sweet one," he says, "No need to turn it on, I'm here."
"Yeah right," she responds believing it to be the inner voice she has imagined so many times.
"I'm here!" he repeats. "I don't know how, but I am bloody well here in Minnesota."
Startled, she just simply stares at the screen.
Hoping beyond hope, she slowly turns around, and standing behind her is Adam in a dressing gown open at the front with his manhood at half-mast. Fredricka just sits there, in stunned disbelief. First, she looks at his face, and smiles with recognition, her eyes slowly drift downward. A sly smile spreads over her face as she notices Adams cock, watching as it grows and swells before her.
Meanwhile, her body is responding, coming alive again with need... want... desire... Happy and at the same time but wary that this is just her mind playing another trick on her, she decides to throw caution with the wind. Standing, she almost runs toward her cyber lover, desperate to know if it is real or just a dream.
His erection grows even larger as he grabs her, crushes his mouth to hers and pulls her to the floor. Adam lays her on her back as he kneels between her open thighs, grabbing the waistband of her sweat pants and her panties at the same time; he pulls both articles of clothing off with one quick tug.
She lifts her hips off the floor to assist as her ex is revealed to her lovers gaze, although one foot takes some tugging to come out of the pants leg. She is left lying there, almost naked and completely vulnerable.
He grabs her hips and pulls her by brute force toward to his rampant member. As the shiny purple head nudges her outer lips, she spins sideways, grabs hold of his cock and sucks it into her mouth. She wants to feel his tongue on her first, the need to taste as well as feel is strong.
It is him...she has tasted this cock in her imagination only a few minutes before. Glorying in the taste and the scent, she takes his cock deep in her throat.
"So this is the way you want it?"Adams chuckles as he buries his face in her fiery red hairy snatch. "This has got to go!" he exclaims. But still buries his tongue in her musky slit and savours her femininity.
He sucks so hard on her clit that she almost explodes in orgasm.
Her stomach muscles contract as he pushes his face into her clit. The release is quick, complete, and leaving her gasping, it is exactly the release that she wanted, needed. But still it is not enough. She bucks into his face demanding more, all the while sucking on him. His tongue and lips are just pure perfection teasing and exploring the folds of her flesh Fredrick's pussy clenches again and another climax course right to her very being as her hips lift off the floor again she feels the invasion of two no three fingers into her body.
Fredricka clamps the muscles of her vagina around this invasion, she relaxes and in a moment she feels stretched as Adam inserts his whole fist. The orgasm that blasts through her almost takes away consciousness. He pumps his hand gentle in and out of her dripping cunney.
"I think someone was a little frustrated before arrive. That's enough for now or we might kill you and I wouldn't want that."
Still in control and wanting to keep it that way. Adam lift her from the floor and says almost demanding "Where's the bathroom?"
Fredricka is unable to speak, but with a nod she indicates the direction that they need to go. When they arrive in the bathroom he sets her down on a bench and then removes her remaining cloths a t-shirt and a sweat top and then begins to fill the tub. Warm vapour floods her senses as the tub is filled. He finds the bottle of shower gel he sent her through the post and smiles to himself.
"Well look what we have here the perfect addition to Madams toilet." He then pours a little into the hot water and swirls it around this makes soft bubbles appear and fill the tub. "There that should add to the fun." Adam grins at her playfully, and the fragrance of a warm and inviting foaming bubbles, permeate the steam filled atmosphere.
Standing, Adam begins to probe around the room. Looking to Fredricka for help, she merely holds out her hand and smiles. In her hand is the razor that Adam is looking for. With a warm glow in his eyes, he reaches out and, takes the razor and bends and kisses her softly.
She has known this moment might arrive if they ever met but in reality she never expected to actually have it come true.
"I think it will be easiest if you lie down on the bench. Please stand and I'll move it into the middle of the floor."Adam picks up the 4 foot long padded bench that Fredricka had purchased just because it went with the fairytale mural on the bathroom wall.
Fredricka lies again down as instructed, her legs astride the bench her feet on the floor, her thighs are forced apart by the width of the bench.
"I need you to be with your bottom right at one end." So Fredrick obeys Adams instruction and shuffles her body along the bench until her bottom is right at one end. With her legs so wide apart, and her body laid out naked for his gaze Fredricka feels nothing but lust and a little trepidation.
"Now that is what I call a beautiful sight. I think we are ready to begin making you really naked. First though I need a pair of small scissors." Realising that the moment of truth has arrived and she is going to be shaved Fredricka says a little nervously "Uh yes... in the... uh cabinet." and points toward the wash hand basins where a small medicine cabinet stands to one end of the counter top.
Adam opens the door to the cabinet and there on the second shelf is a small pair of nail scissors. He takes the scissors picks up a hand towel from the rack opens it and lays the towel on the floor directly under Fredericka's open thighs and crotch. Adam then kneels down between her legs gives her thatch a tiny peck and begins to clip away the hair, dropping each little tuft of curly red hair onto the towel below.
"Mmmhh... excuse me young lady but could you control yourself? Your slit is leaking and with all this cut hair I can't do much to stop it." Says Adam mockingly. He knows what effect his close proximity to her quim is having.
Fredricka is keeping so quiet she can feel his hot breath and his even hotter gaze burning into her flesh. Her pussy almost has a mind of its own as it twitches and pulses.
Adam picks up the bottle of shower gel, pours a small a small amount onto the palm of his left hand and rubs the gel into lather and then coats Fredericka's clipped mound ready for shaving.
As the soapy lather is rubbed over her mound and down over her slit Fredricka moans "Aah... Please... hurry, you are... torturing me. I want you touching me, loving me, and most of all... fucking me."