This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it is, its not what they 
would do. (not that you are likely to know them anyway). If you are under 18, go away, 
since I dont like to get in trouble. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you 
doing at asstr? In other words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! 
Have fun! Let me know  what you like!
Oh, and I work hard on my writingso guess what? Its mine. Thats right boys and girlsits 
copyrightedso if you want it? Just ask- well talk.

Dryad
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Oh, God, Im horny! she thought to herself.  She began looking through the chat room for 
fresh meat.  This one was too far away, this one wanted a submissiveShe started humming an 
old song, Where have all the good men gone she giggled to herself.  She teased this one, 
cajoled that one, was frankly a little cyber cock tease, hoping to entice someone within her 
range.  

She knew what she wanted. A hunger this deep was not going to be quenched with a single man, 
no matter how incredible he was.  She felt herself crawling her mental walls, shrieking in 
need.  For all the supposedly horny men in here, youd think I could find a few that wanted 
a good time!  She felt herself getting even wetter, and knew shed have to clean her chair 
once more after she got offline.  She squirmed, finding a few friends interested, but timing 
just wasnt there.  She moaned audibly, looking for some sort of relief beyond her humming toy.

Where do you live? How old are you? Are you married?  What do you like?
She felt like she was interviewing for a position; then she smirked to herself, in reality 
she was, her ass, her mouth or her pussy.

She got quite a gang going, even others looking for her, wanting a full report of the 
activities in repayment.  She made dates with a few, setting up one for that evening that 
might lead to something more group oriented another night.  With time and a public meeting 
place,  (She was horny not stupid) she got offline.

She squirmed.  After all, she didnt know these men.  She wanted to dress sexy, accessible, 
but not so sexy or accessible as to invite danger if the man wasnt all he was cracked up 
to be.  She wore a just above the knee miniskirt, one she often wore to work.  No nylons, 
theyd get in the way, and she hadnt worn underwear unless necessary for a number of 
years now.  She wore a soft sweater, one that would tease her skin, and possibly their 
hands.  No makeup, so perfume, so careful to think of their positions, as some were married, 
and who wanted to get snagged on a simple thing like a perfume?  She pulled her long coat 
over her outfit, fluffed her long hair, grabbed her keys, and headed out the door.

The first meeting. They were to meet at a local college.  She was there a few minutes 
early, between anticipation and location; it was much closer to her.  She sat outside, 
waiting to see who came up to her.  Students milled around her, some catching rides 
from friends and parents. She looked at the time, realizing he was late.  If it was one 
thing she couldnt stand, it was someone who was late.  But, to be fair, perhaps he had 
a problem finding it, or traffic, or parking.  So she waited.  

A half hour after the designated time, she got up and drove the short distance home.  
His loss.  While she was still violently horny, and getting hornier by the second, she had 
to laugh at her new lessonsome men were all talk, and couldnt follow up.

God, I need somethingand its not getting any better!  She gets back online, and starts 
over, picking up where she leaves off.  One who had spoken of meeting, but had been too 
late, catching her after the other.  Nothing really stood out about him; he was another 
in a sea of human sexuality. But he was close, really close.  Her mind went offline, and 
her libido took over, asking him to meet her at a McDonalds.

She shivered in anticipation, unable to keep her fingers out of her pussy on the way there.  
It felt so decadent, so crazy to meet a total stranger for sex.  She pulled up, looking for 
a blue foreign car.  She was a few minutes early, but he was closer to the place than she was.  
She saw one, but saw two men in it.  It wasnt exactly the model shed been told, but shed 
never been good at cars.  Perhaps seeing how she was playing online had made him bring a 
friend.  She saw them look at her, and wondered why they didnt come over.  They looked 
uncouth, scraggly.  She shuddered for a moment, wondering what shed gotten into.  When 
they didnt come over, she got out of her car, and walked up to theirs.

Are you here to meet someone?

Yes, we are. The one in the driver seat replied.

Do you mind if I ask who? she was still hoping.

Oh, just his brother. He jerked a finger at his passenger and he smiled with his tobacco 
stained teeth. You have a blind date?

Yeah, is it that obvious? she smiled, being polite, too relieved to mind anymore.

Lucky guy. He snickered as she turned away.

She sat back down in her car and waited, wondering if she was in for a repeat performance.  
She didnt have to wait long, as a blue car pulled up beside her.  He smiled brightly at 
her (he saw her photo, she hadnt seen his). And she knew.  She stepped out of the car, 
locked it, and opened his passenger door.  Her smile must have been brighter with relief 
because his brightened as well, and it was all the sweeter for the sense of nervousness she 
felt in it.  

You here to meet someone? He smiled at her.

Yeah, My name is Daphne.

Im Matt.  

They shook hands like business associates, and giggled.  She climbed in, as he asked where 
did she want to go.  Okay, maybe this is not a smart idea; it wasnt.  But something about 
him, something she couldnt describe, made her feel at home with him, like an old friend.  
Maybe it was his nervousness, how it showed through in the mundane chattiness she listened 
to. Maybe it was her own hormones outweighing her judgment.

With the thought of parking, they took off toward a large mall.  They drove through the 
darkness, feeling each other out first verbally, then a bit physically, hands traveling 
thighs, shouldershair.   By the time they reached their destination, they were 
comfortable with each other, definitely wanting each other.  But the parking lot was 
very bright, and not exactly conducive to what they had in mind.  They began to wander 
the back roads, and found an open lot.  They drove up, and shut the lights off.  

There was an awkward pause as they looked at each other. They smiled, and leaned into each 
other for a kiss. It wasnt a timid kiss; they fell to each other as one would at a feast 
after a famine.  Their hands pulled at their clothes.  She tugged his shirt out of his 
waist, as he slid hers off her shoulders.  Scrambling in the small car, they squirmed 
to rid themselves of barriers.  Still kissing, they lurched into the back seat.  She 
reached low and felt his hard, thick cock pointing upward.  She measured it with her 
hand, sighing into the kiss appreciatively.  She released the kiss, and slid down low 
to give such a beautiful cock the appropriate worshipping it deserved.  She flicked the 
head, watching it jump, and absorbing the guttural moan it incited from her companion.  
She smiled up in the half dark, and slid her mouth down over the head, applying pressure 
and a gentle suction.  Her hands moved over the rest of his length, until they reached 
his balls, which she lightly squeezed.  Her mouth continued its journey down, moving 
slowly up and down the length of him, savoring the wonderful feeling of cock in her 
mouth.  She would moan at the simple pleasure, and then smile at the jerk his cock would 
give at the added stimulation.  He sighed warmly, brushing her hair back, before pressing 
her on her back.  

She could see the pleasant smile in the dark.  He gave her a small kiss, then began to 
worship her in the same respect. His tongue teased her core, flitting one side, then 
the other; never entering, never hitting her clit.  She squirmed in delirium, panting 
wildly.  She stroked his hair, until he started entering her. Long slow licks finishing at 
her clit, making her squeal and jump.  She arched into his mouth, her legs unconsciously 
wrapping around his head, holding him in tighter as she neared her own orgasm. Her moans 
became louder, more insistent, as she felt the delicious tension getting closer and closer 
to breaking. She screamed his name as she came.  She felt him sit up, her legs limp around 
him, as she heard him open a package.  Then he was on her again, pressing into her.  She 
shuddered, so close already to another orgasm, so well was he filling her. She shuddered 
beneath him, her fingers digging into his back, careful even now not to scratch or 
leave marks.  He pressed into her slowly, eliciting a deep guttural moan from her.  
His pace quickened, both hungry for each other.  Her body began to bow as her second 
orgasm came upon her, shrieking into the dark.  As she came back down, she pressed him 
back, and straddled his lap.  She pressed her chest into his, kissing him warmly, and 
began to ride him.  She smiled into the kiss, shivering occasionally at the feeling of 
him inside her.  She sighed into the shared kiss, and felt him begin to tense. She rode 
him harder and faster, feeling his own completion nearing.  He groaned as he came, and 
even with the condom, she could feel it against her sides.  She continued to ride him, 
softly, slowly, drawing out his orgasm as long as possible.  She settled over him as she 
heard his breathing slow and become more controlled.  They kissed each other softly.

Wow. He whispered to her.

Mmmhmm, youre rather incredible yourself. She smiled back at him.  She gave him a soft kiss.

They moved to the front seats, and began making sense of their disarrayed clothes.  She 
leaned over and kissed him again.

Im glad the others stood me up.  This was FAR better. She smirked.

He smiled back, with a small amount of disbelief in his eyes.  He started the car, 
and drove her back to the McDonalds and her car.  They touched each other gently on 
the way back, asking about the small details of the others life, falling into the comfort 
of the others company, and she realized she liked him on a personal level as well as a sexual.

When they arrived, they exchanged email addresses. Yes, they did keep in touch

But that is another story.

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002