The Meeting

The meeting
She dashed about the apartment in and out of each room. ‘Keys – check, purse –
check’ went the list she was running through in her head.
Gini sat on the sofa watching the show – giggling ‘will you chill out girl?!’
She just frowned at her friend as she loosely pined back her flaming red hair,
allowing tendrils to fall around her face and down her back.
‘Do I look ok?’ she pleaded with Gini
‘Hell bitch you always look OK’
‘Ha ha, can you be serious just for a moment please’ she pleaded again, knowing
full well that Gini was finding this all very amusing and had no intention of being
serious.
She had dressed in her favourite denim shorts, they were frayed round the edges
and had seen better days but she loved them and felt good in them or rather,
she knew her butt looked good in them! She wore a simple pale vest on top and
flip flops.
She never bothered with bras, it was too hot. She was also acutely aware that
when she stood in the air conditioned room the cold would make her nipples
erect and poke through her thin vest! Though she did question on this occasion it
might be more appropriate as she did not want to appear too? Slutty perhaps?
Naturally sexy, a little sassy and casual was the look she was trying to go for.
She snatched up her purse, shouted ‘laters’ to Gini and was gone.

As she turned the ignition in her old beat up car she said a little prayer and willed
the engine to life.
‘Come on baby, don’t let me down today’ on command the little engine began to
raw and she was off. She flicked on the air conditioning as the temperature
outside hit 100 degrees. Grateful that at least this guy she was meeting had
expressed how he loved heat!
She weaved in and out of the traffic trying to figure out why this guy was making
her so nervous.
She kept telling herself to get her act together. Hell! Just two nights ago on-line
she had been telling him to lick her clit and to fuck her hard in the ass and now
she was nervous!! But now it was real, He was real and she was about to meet
him for the first time. What if he didn’t show? What then? Her stomach knotted
up as she fort back the feeling of nausea.

She parked up at the bar and headed straight for the bathroom. She could not
remember the last time she had needed to pee so much. She stood there
studying herself in the mirror and now wished that she had not sent him so many
of her ‘glamour shots’. What if he is disappointed? What if he does not find me
sexy? What if? What if I do not find him sexy? ‘Shut the fuck up’ her inner voice
screamed at her. She reminded herself that the chemistry between them had for
weeks been so powerful so strong. She took a few deep breaths, checked her
reflection in the mirror one last time and strutted out the bathroom with purpose.
Her eyes flashed around the room. She had arrived early in the hope she could
catch a glimpse of him before he found her, chance to study him.
She drifted to the bar her eyes still flashing across the see of faces. Women with
their shopping bags engrossed in meaningless gossip. Young fellas stopping in
for a drink on their way home from work trying to look all grown up and
important in their ill-fitting suits. She stood off to one side and moved back a
little, slightly hidden by a rather large gentleman who needed a shower. There
she hoped she could catch a glimpse of him before he found her.
Her heart racing she began to feel conspicuous and uncomfortable. Maybe she
should have put on more clothes and the looks from some guy drinking alone at
the bar confirmed her thoughts. All her life she thought she could ‘hide’ no
chance! Her mane of red hair made her stand out no matter where she was.
Feeling claustrophobic she made her way out in to the bright warm sunshine and
made her way to the only vacant table in the corner of the garden. This will do
nicely she thought, a little detached from the others and partially shaded by a
parasol that had seen better days.
His eyes found her immediately.
She stared at him, paralyzed, unable to move as he wandered from the car park
through the garden towards the patio doors. She inhaled sharply as she took in
the sparkle in his eyes and envied his confidence as he casually strolled past the
chattering clusters beneath their parasols not appearing to notice anyone at all.
Yet here he was now approaching her table with purpose.
‘Hi’ she said as if talking to someone she had only seen yesterday. Feeling
incredibly awkward and about twelve years old! She now remorsefully wished
she had not been so under dressed. Despite his pale blue eyes remaining firmly
fixed on hers, his gaze made her feel totally exposed as if she were standing
before him naked. The thought made her feel a heady mix of shame and
excitement. He was some years older than her and yet his face despite the
ravages of time had a soft boyish quality. She had to force herself to keep her
hands down such was the temptation to touch his soft skin. What was he seeing
as he gazed upon her? She searched his face for any flicker of regret or
disapproval but found nothing, nothing that gave him away apart from possibly a
tiny touch of humour at the corner of his soft pink mouth. He was frustratingly
impossible to read, a talent she had always prided herself on but which now

failed her completely. She pushed all negative thoughts out of her mind, she
knew him enough to know he was proud, possibly vein and she knew he had an
ego. What man wouldn’t want a hot shapely red head on his arm or in his bed?
“Drink?” he said as if he had said it to her a thousand times before.
“I’m good thanks” she smiled up at him.
“Back in a mo” he returned and wondered off heading for the bar.

It was not until his back was turned that she felt released from some kind of
hypnotic grip and to her horror also realised that she was neither sitting nor
standing. In their introductions she had started to stand up to great him and
somehow never made it all the way upright. How or why she had no idea as she
now slumped down on to the hard wooden bench feeling like a total idiot.
They had been talking to each other every day and every night for months online. From the very first moment she had excited him and he her. In the cold light
of day the whole cyber-sex thing seemed really freaky and a little perverted but
with him, it came so naturally, he was so easy to talk to and she knew her words
(as well as her pictures) thrilled him. He delighted her in return.
It wasn’t all about the sex; they had talked about everything and anything. She
had shared things with him that she had never shared with anyone before.
There was something about this man, no matter what she told him, she never
felt judged by him, somehow she was not afraid that he would disapprove or be
turned off by anything she said and she hoped he felt the same way about her.
They had connected, could read each other’s minds, make each other laugh.
Now as she waited for him to return she longed for all those feelings and she was
not to be disappointed. She giggled at his anecdotes and the wild adventures of
his past. He was a good story teller. She flirted and teased him and he almost
appeared to grow bigger and taller, relishing in her attentiveness.
As the hours past and the sun slowly disappeared behind the tree line she felt a
chill and shivered. “Your cold” he observed, “best get you home.”
Little did he know that her chill had little to do with the disappearance of the sun
and everything to do with her thoughts of how the evening would end?
She nervously stood up and side by side wondered back to the car park. ‘For
god’s sake say something to him’ her head screamed at her. As her mouth
opened to speak she heard his voice beside her. “Do you live far?”
“No not at all, a couple of miles.”
“Good, don’t know about you but I would love a cup of tea.”

“OK, follow me.” The words were out of her mouth before she even knew she
had said them.
She drove, he followed. She just drove, she did not think, she did not analyse,
she did not question. As if once again under his hypnotic spell she just drove.
They arrived back to the apartment; she walked from the front door to her
bedroom as he followed her in silence. Now inside her home she had to focus on
stopping her hands from shaking and the short distance to her room seemed to
take forever, he legs feeling like heavy weights beneath her.
As she entered she realised just what a mess she had made trying to get ready
earlier. There were clothes thrown all over the place where she had changed at
least three times before settling on her shorts. She ran in and began scooping
everything up. She swung around to see him watch her intently from the
bedroom door.
She stood there for a moment frozen just staring at him and him at her. She was
suddenly filled with an over-whelming sense of calm. All her nervousness just
melted away as she stared deep in to his pale blue eyes.
He was here; he was actually here, flesh and blood, he was right in front of her.
Whatever she had scooped up was dropped; she walked over to him, never
taking her eyes from his.
She found his hand and pulled him in.
Exactly who was this the man before her? A man she had shared so much of
herself with, he was here now, his face calm and relaxed but unreadable. Her
eyes scanned him, seeking out all of him, the body she had imagined and that in
her mind had driven her crazy. He was no Adonis. Good food and good living
showed on his waistline and she loved it.
She gently raised her hands and cupped his face, looking deep in to his eyes for
any signs of what he was thinking. Tracing his cheek bones with her thumbs, she
pulled his face to her and kissed him a lingering kiss. As if feeling her way in the
dark she tentatively parted his lips with her tongue and his tongue willingly met
hers.
His hands moved around her pulling her in to him as her fingers ran through his
soft hair, every cell in her body exploding with excitement and anticipation.
He kissing both corners of her mouth and then kissed he passionately, his hands
exploring her body. She felt his longing, his wanting for her grow, his hard cock
pressing against her through his jeans, sending her into a frenzy of wanting.
She pulled away suddenly to be met by his shocked and confused gaze. She
gave him a coy smile and thought to herself ‘on no baby we are gonna take our
time.’

She moved back in to him placing her hands on his chest, tracing the muscles
the contours beneath his shirt, his shoulders and his arms. She needed to feel his
skin, to feel his skin against hers. Her hands speedily but smoothly undid the
buttons on his shirt one my one steeling little glances up at him as she did so.
He gazed down at her with a coy knowing smile as she pushed his shirt back
down over his shoulders. The warmth and softness of his skin under her fingers,
she needed him now. Her vest top was gone next, exposing her firm full breasts
and erect nipples to him. He gazed at her with lust and longing and it thrilled her.
She kissed him again; both took pleasure in feeling each other. She felt like she
could touch him for ever.
She pulled away again, this time there was no look of shock in his eyes but a look
of hunger, a look of anticipation. She swiftly un-zipped her shorts, sticking her
thumbs down either side she removed her shorts and panties in one swift
movement.
She delighted at the exhilaration in his eyes as he took in all of her naked body.
Taking his hand; she placed it against her cheek, gently kissing the palm. These
incredible strong hands that had in her imagination, done so many incredible
things to her.
Taking his hand away from her face she curled her lips round his index finger and
slid her mouth down along it and back up again teasing him. She slowly and
deliberately sucked each of his fingers before guiding his hand down between
her legs. She did not have to do anymore! He knew exactly what to do as his
fingers began to explore her. He smiled at her as he felt how wet she was for him
already and he loved it. He loved having this kind of power over her.
She held on to his shoulders for support as he probed her and thrust his fingers
inside her again and again, the muscles in her thighs, butt and cunt tightening
around him. ‘No, no not yet she begged herself, keep control.’ And as if it were
the hardest thing she had ever had to do she pulled away from him gasping as
she releasing his fingers from inside her.
Before he had time to object, falling to her knees, with skilled hands she
unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down to release his cock which sprung up to
meet her.
‘Oh yes!’ He whispered .She gazed at his erect cock and thought it was
beautiful. She cupped his balls in one hand and circled his cock with the other,
sliding her hand down the length of his shaft. Gazing up at him she explored the
head of his hard penis with her tongue before closing her mouth around him.
High above her she heard him gasp. She took him deep in to her mouth and felt
his hand gently rest on her head. He started to move into her as she sucked him,
his hand now dropping to the back of her head and holding on to her tighter. ‘I
know what you want baby but not yet!’ She smiled to herself, knowing that she
had to pull away now or he would be lost. Her mouth released his cock and she
licked down the side of his shaft to his heavy sack. With her hand gently cupping

his full sack she licked and teased and sucked each ball in turn before licking
back up to his to his cock. She took him even deeper then not protesting when
his hands held her head there as his cock throbbed deeper in to her throat. The
feel and sounds of her gagging on him gave him such a rush that he swiftly
released her
Using his strong arms for support, she picked herself up off her knees. She gave
him a dazzling smile before provocatively climbing on to her bed. Every move
was slow and deliberate as she lay down with her head propped up on cushions.
She parted her long legs wide; she was completely exposed to him.
He looked apron her sweet pale pussy with delight; he mounted the bed and
knelt between her spread wide legs. Bending over he kissed her gently on the
face then on her mouth, planting soft lingering kisses down her throat before
finding one of her hard nipples. He took it in his mouth his tongue toying and
playing with it. She arched her back to meet him consumed by exquisite
pleasure.
He slid one hand down her side cupping her butt cheek. Shift his position he
gazed up at her for a moment before entering her, pushing his cock deep inside
her and holding it there. Both overawed by the incredible intense sensations
that flooded their bodies.
She let out a gasp and held on to his arms trying to catch her breath and re-gain
control over all the sensations that overwhelmed her. He began to move, pulling
his cock almost out then slamming it back in to her. Slow and determined. ‘You
bastard’; She was lost to him; he was the one in control now. He repeatedly
penetrated her with incredible controlled force, the way she had dreamed so
many times he would.
She succumbed to wave after wave of exquisite pleasure, her breathing rapid
and her body glowing.
Flipping her over as if she were as light as a rag doll; he grabbing her waste with
his strong hands and pulled her up on to her knees to meet his cock relentlessly
slow deep strokes.
He then bent forward and whispered to her in such a way that she knew she
could not protest even if she had wanted to ‘I am going to fuck you in the ass.’
The sound of his voice was enough to drive her in to frenzy.
He pulled his cock out, teasing her asshole for a moment. Feeling between her
legs he covered his fingers in her juices to lubricate her tight are hole his fingers
gently persuading her to open up to him before driving his cock deep in to her..
She let out a cry of pleasure as she felt the initial resistance then opened up to
him to slide his cock in deep.
She reached down between her legs to find her clitoris and played with herself
while he fucked her hard. The intense longing building in both of them, she could
feel him, she could hear him. She reached deeper so that she could put her

fingers in to her cunt and rub the wall of her passage, knowing he would feel it.
The rapture in his voice as he whispered words of approval drove her into fever,
meeting his thrusts, harder and faster. Driving every muscle in her body in to
spasm as she came again and again crying out as she did. Her vocalised
pleasure only served to intensify his penetrating thrusts until he released an
agonised moan “fuck”! For a few moments it was as if all was in slow motion as
her body froze to feel the wave after wave of hot cum filling her. He collapsed
breathing deeply beside her, his skin glowing in the lamp light.
They lay motionless listening to each other re-gain control of their breathing,
their bodies spent exhausted.