She had been waiting for this day longer than she cared to admit. He always thought she kept her emotions for him under control, but in reality, she let herself feel them. What she controlled was her desire to be with him in real time. The idea that the two of them could one day share the same physical space or breathe in and out the same air just never seemed possible, so she relished the time they had online and never really hoped for more. Did she love him? Yes…desperately. She would do anything for him and she trusted him more than she had ever trusted anyone else in her life. But she knew that the only way they would ever be together was through the virtual life they created online. What they never realized was that once the connection was made, severing it could be detrimental to both of them. They were two parts of one soul, separated at creation and now that they found each other, they should never be apart again.
As she made her final approach into the city, she looked back at their relationship and all they had been through. Virtual or not, their relationship fostered true connection, absolute honesty, and it fulfilled something in her she never knew she was lacking. They were meant to be together, she felt that much, but it just didn’t make sense how they had come to this day with her driving halfway across the country to meet him. He was married when they met online. She was married too. They were supposed to be safe for each other. Maybe no one is ever truly safe when it comes to matters of the heart. Shaking those memories from her mind she focused on here and now. She had to keep it together and not have any hopes for the meeting except that of two very good friends who met on the internet meeting in person for the first time. In the end, even if they didn’t have a real time connection, at least they had their friendship. They knew they would always be friends.
She called him as she reached the city limits. Seeing the skyline of downtown sent a shiver down her spine and butterflies churned in her stomach. What the hell am I doing? I drove halfway across the country to meet someone who may end up just being my friend. An argument started in her mind as she reminded herself she was dying at home. Nothing was right there anymore and now she had a chance to make it different. When he answered, it jarred her back to reality, “Hi! Are you almost here?”
“I just came into the city limits, but I’m sure I still have a few minutes. Where are we meeting?” He proceeded to give her directions as he got on the road to meet her for their first date. He wanted to take her out to dinner when she got into town. It was partly a first date and partly a chance for them to check each other out and be certain the other wasn’t a serial killer. After some wrong turns and a realization the original plan for dinner wasn’t going to work, he told her to pull into the parking lot she had driven past 3 times and he would just meet her there.
She pulled in, found a parking spot and waited. Her heart pounded in her chest and the butterflies kept swirling around in her stomach. Then she saw his car and he pulled into the space in front of her. He was so handsome in person and her heart leapt for joy just knowing she would be in his physical presence. They stepped out of their cars and headed for one another, arms outstretched, and they shared the most heart-warming hug. It just felt right for her…almost like she was home. She wanted to kiss him badly, but refrained because at this point, she still didn’t know if he was feeling any of the connection she felt. Their first hellos were a little awkward, but the smiles exchanged and flutter she felt in her heart as they touched for the first time sent her hopes into high gear. She wanted this and she knew it was right. Now, to see if it’s what he wanted too.
They went to dinner and they sat across from each other, neither one able to contain their smiles. She thought back to the first few times they spoke of possibly meeting in person. She remembered saying to him that if they met and had a relationship, she wanted him to be her real time Dominant partner. She had discovered that to be something she needed to be happy and healthy. She needed a strong man. One who would correct her when she was stupid and spank her if she needed it. The thought scared her to death. Up until now, she had only experienced playful spanking during sex, nothing “real” or disciplinary. (The last time she had been spanked as a disciplinary action was when she was 15 and called her dad a really horrible name.) She also remembered telling him that if they ever met in person, she wanted to sit at his feet and lay her head in his lap as they watched television. She was serious about giving herself to him in real time, just as she had given herself to him virtually.
Their conversation was easy. It was like old friends who hadn’t seen each other for some time getting together for a bite to eat. It was so comfortable and she just sat there in complete awe of him. His face was so handsome. She had seen pictures of him and they saw each other on web-cam occasionally, but in person, he was beautiful. His eyes sparkled when he smiled and his teeth were straight and nearly flawless. Looking at his lips, a tingle in her belly radiated through her body. God, his lips are so perfect. I want to kiss him, she thought. But, she would have to wait for him. She knew how she felt and she would figure out a way to convey that to him, but he had to kiss her first.
“I can’t believe you got lost,” he quipped. “It’s really not that hard to get around in Austin you know.”
“You shoosh. I didn’t get lost. I got stuck. There’s a difference,” she sassed back.
He looked at her sternly and raised an eyebrow. “Did you really just shoosh me? Do you think that’s something you should be doing?”
Her core radiated with heat at his admonishment. He’s really going to do this, she thought. She smiled her crooked half smile and said, “You’re really going to do this, Sir?”
“Well I know Thom wouldn’t allow Wendy to sass back at him, so I shouldn’t allow you to sass back at me.” (Thom and Wendy were their online personas.)
She smiled at him then lowered her eyes, “I’m sorry, Sir. It was incredibly rude for me to shoosh you that way.” He reached across the table and placed a finger beneath her chin and lifted her face so she was looking at him. He smiled and his eyes lit up making her feel warm all over as she got lost in the sea of brown.
“I think it’s time for me to take you home,” he said as he got up to go pay the bill.
“Yes, Sir.” She got up and gathered her things then followed him out. She walked a step behind him checking him out and found herself thinking how much she wanted to reach out and grab his perfect ass.
“You want to grab my ass, don’t you?” Her heart stopped a fraction of a second. There was no way he could know what she was thinking.
“How did you know?” She couldn’t imagine him actually being able to know, but then again, they had always been strangely connected in an almost psychic way.
“Don’t you worry about how I know and it’s ok because I kinda want you to.” The laughter they shared and the quick, knowing glance acknowledged their desire for one another. She reached her hand forward, cupped his ass and gave a firm, yet gentle squeeze.
“You know, I kinda want to hold your hand too,” she whispered as she held her hand out. He grabbed it and their fingers intertwined as a shiver ran through her body. Again she felt the comfort of being “home.”
She followed him to his house and found herself lost in thought all the way there. As they pulled into the driveway, she had to redirect her focus to what was actually happening, not the fantasies that played over and over in her mind. She still held no actual expectations, but her desire was beginning to change that. He helped her bring in a few things and then they sat on the sofa and chatted a bit.
It was strange sitting in the same room as him; sitting right next to him on the same couch. She never in a million years imagined she would be able to actually meet him, yet here she was. The best part is it all felt very natural, almost like she was supposed to be there with him. As they sat talking, she found her thoughts wandering to her fantasies in the car. She wanted to kiss him more than anything and she hoped he felt the same way. And in that moment, while she thought about kissing him, he said, “Wasn’t there something you promised me you would do when we met in person?” He didn’t have to say what it was. She knew. Of course he was talking about her promise to kneel at his feet, so she lowered herself to the floor and knelt in front of him. She looked up at him and smiled, not saying a word, and he returned the silent smile. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she put her head on his knee.
Safety and comfort washed over her. For the first time in months, she felt secure and sure about what she was doing. She kissed his thigh and stroked his leg, massaging it as she looked up at him, smoldering desire apparent in her crystal blue eyes. He reached down and grabbed her shoulders then pulled her up so her face was next to his. Her heart pounded in her chest and her breathing picked up as he pressed his lips against hers. Soft and gentle at first, their kiss quickly grew urgent and hungry. He stood them up and one fluid motion, he pressed her to the ground and pulled her shorts off and then her shirt. She grabbed the tail of his shirt and pulled it up over his head then tossed it out of the way. They only stopped kissing long enough to get their shirts over their heads, each kiss becoming more urgent than the last. He managed to wiggle out of his shorts and finally, they lay completely naked on the floor, a tangled mess, unable to see where on ended and the other began.
He stopped kissing her for a moment and pulled his face from hers so he could see into her eyes. She returned his gaze and she saw desire and wanting as the deep brown seemed to melt like chocolate. Again warmth flooded over her from her heart straight to her core and she felt a rush of wetness between her legs. Her mind raced with wild thoughts, but she was snapped back to the present when her fantasies became reality. He spread her legs as wide as they would go and guided himself into her, pressing firmly until she gave way, opening up and inviting him in. His cock felt perfect as he slid into her warm wetness. Unable to control herself, a soft moan escaped her lips, “Mmmmm…oh God.” Instinctively, she raised her hips to meet his as he thrust into her. She wanted him, more and more as he slid slowly in and out of her, his cock filling her and stretching her to accommodate him. Each time he pressed into her, a wave of pleasure rushed through her body and she moaned louder and louder.
Without realizing what she did, she wrapped her arms around him and grabbed his beautiful ass, giving it a squeeze, and pulled him deeper into her as she pressed her hips up into him. She wanted him deep and hard, so she did everything she possible to get him there. Each time he pulled out and pushed back in, she matched him, doing the same with her hips. They found a steady rhythm, their hips grinding together and their bodies flushing with the warmth of desire and exertion. He rose up slightly and looked into her eyes. The connection she felt with him was intense and it sent a wave of pleasure over her building at her core.
She dreamed of this moment, but never imagined it would ever be real. Closing her eyes, she let the entire experience wash over her and she moaned softly as the pressure between her legs built. The floor was growing uncomfortable, so he pulled out and stood up holding his hand out for her. Taking his hand, she allowed him to lead her to the bedroom where he guided her to his bed. He grabbed a condom from his nightstand and quickly put it on then resumed his position on top of her. He pressed himself into her once again, but this time his pace was a little more frantic. She felt his desire build, knowing he experienced intense pleasure, and all of this excited her beyond anything she had ever experienced before. “Mmmmm…baby, you feel so good inside of me,” she whispered. He moaned in response and continued thrusting in and out of her warm wetness.
As the intensity in her core grew, she felt it peaking and knew she was about to reach her limit. Her body reacted instinctively as her hips bucked against his matching his every thrust with as much vigor as he gave. Both of them were covered in sweat, their skin warm and pink. Her breathing was labored and her heart pounded, not only from exertion, but also from the intensity of yearning that enveloped them. “God, baby, I’m gonna cum,” she breathed out. “It’s…”unable to speak, all that came out were unintelligible moans and screams as she plummeted over the edge and her pussy tightened around him, squeezing as she came. He kept thrusting and pushing her for more. The pleasure was more than she could take, but she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him more now than ever and as they maintained a steady rhythm, her moans became progresovely louder. She didn’t care if the neighbors heard or not.
He moaned, almost growled, now as her pussy grew tighter, squeezing around his cock. Picking up his tempo, he was ready to cum and she could tell. His sounds were more animalistic, low and deep in the chest, almost guttural. That turned her on even more and she felt herself ready to cum again. Her clit throbbed and her pleasure radiated from her core throughout her body, building on her first orgasm, making it even more intense. She came again, squeezing tightly around him as he continued thrusting in and out of her. She watched his face and could see the fire in his eyes and his moans became more urgent and deep. She went over the edge again and dug her fingers into his back as she cried out, “Oh GOD BABY! YES!”
As her orgasm lulled, he finally reached his and with a final hard thrust, he came, “AHHHHHH!” His deep, guttural groan filled the air and she just looked up at his face, red with exertion and a look of pure ecstasy. He collapsed on top of her and the weight of his body sent another wave of pleasure through her. They laid there for a moment, catching their breath, their two hot, sweaty bodies pressed against each other. Her mind raced. She couldn’t stop thinking about what they just did and how quickly they ended up there.
He rolled over onto the bed and held out his arms, inviting her to cuddle up against him. As she pressed herself against him, she found her comfortable spot and smiled because the tingle between her legs was still there. Then she looked at him, trying to take in his beauty. Leaning in close to him, she presses her lips against his and whispered, “That…was amazing,” and kissed him again.
He smiled back and said, “Yes, it was pretty amazing, but what the hell are we doing?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t care because I like it,” she quipped back.
He kissed her forehead and she hugged him tight and nuzzled into his neck feeling safe and secure in his strong arms. They fell asleep this way and woke up the next morning without appearing to have moved in the night.