A story written about meeting someone from the 
internet for the first time.  If you DO that sort of 
thing, please be careful and take precautions.  There 
are quite a few wackos out there. Just a public safety 
announcement for the holidays.  :)


The Meeting by Pami (pami1968@aol.com) (M/F rom)

She waited nervously, sipping her coffee.  She truly 
couldn't believe this was happening.  The typical "I 
met you on the Internet and now we are meeting" 
nerves, she supposed.  Not that she really MET people 
off the computer.  "I don't use the computer as a 
dating service" was the standard line she used 
whenever someone pressured her to meet.  Still, she 
reasoned, they had been chatting for MONTHS.  It 
wasn't like she was meeting someone romantically, they 
were just having coffee as two friends.  Ok, well, 
maybe they HAD had a few somewhat steamy 
conversations, but really not much.  Just an 
exploration of each other's likes and dislikes.  For 
general information, of course.  

"Wow", she thought, "I am really rationalizing THIS 
one!" And she chuckled out loud.

She glanced up as the door to the coffeeshop opened.  
A tall man with dark hair walked in.  He looked over 
at her, and she knew.  It was HIM.  No, she had never 
seen a picture of him, but she just knew.  He walked 
immediately over to where she sat, and all kinds of 
thoughts ran through her mind.  She hoped that she 
didn't have stained lips from the mocha coffee she was 
sipping; she hoped that the dress she wore was at 
least somewhat becoming ; was her hair straight, 
etc....

"I would know you anywhere," he said as he looked down 
at her.  True, she had sent him a couple of pictures, 
but pictures can lie, and he was pleased that
she looked "nice".  No, not a model, or centerfold, 
but kind of like a real person.  The girl next door.  
Except that he knew that her seeming wholesomeness 
masked a deep sensuality.  Indeed, as he looked into 
her brown eyes, he thought he saw a spark of 
something.  And she looked up at him and BLUSHED.  Did 
women really blush anymore? he mused.  He had thought 
that they didn't.  Especially her.  They had discussed 
some incredibly private things before.  He had seen 
the pictures!  And she BLUSHED!  He smiled, and said 
he was going to get a cup of coffee.

She felt it.  She felt the heat in her cheeks.  Damn, 
was she actually blushing?!  With HIM?!  He was just 
her type, she thought.  Those deep brown eyes, that 
olive, almost tanned skin, those shoulders!  And he 
had smiled at her like he liked what he saw.  

He came back to the table, with a steaming cup of 
coffee.  "Cute place", he remarked casually, as he sat 
down opposite her at the tiny table.

"I hate to sound trite," she started, "but it's really 
nice to meet you.  And am I really blushing?"  She 
stopped suddenly, embarrassed that the statement came 
out of her lips.  And she blushed harder, if possible.  
She thought she must look like a tomato now!

He chuckled. "Not trite at all.  I have been looking 
forward to this for a long time.  Yes, you are 
blushing.  And it is very charming.  I think I am 
yours already!"

"Ar, Ar." she replied back at him, sticking her tongue 
out.

"Ar", he added.

And they both looked at each other and suddenly they 
were comfortable.  Laughter rang out across the quiet 
shop.

******************************************************

Much later, they were seated at the restaurant next 
door, finishing up a terrific lunch.  The conversation 
hadn't lagged at all.  And both were secretly 
relieved.  After all, meeting someone for the first 
time was always a harrowing experience.  The jokes and 
quick rejoinders had flowed, and indeed, the other 
diners had looked at the couple enjoying themselves so 
much and a few had been jealous of the obvious 
rapport.

Finally, the meal was obviously over, and a pregnant 
silence dropped over the table.  "Can I give you ride 
home?" he asked.

"Well, ok, but no funny business, buster," she 
answered with an exaggerated tone, ruining the line 
with a giggle at the end.

"Scout's honor" he told her, solemnly holding up his 
hand in the boy scout salute.  And one eye lazily 
dropped down in a wink. "I just want to see the place 
with The One and Only You calls home.  You know, kind 
of a psychological glimpse into the inner workings of 
your psyche."

"Damn", she responded, "I KNEW I should have vacuumed.  
Did I ever mention that I HATE to do dishes?" she told 
him with a mock frown.

"I promise not to look at the kitchen, ok?"

"Well, ok.  But only because it is about 90 degrees 
out and I don't want to walk home."

******************************************************

They pulled up in front of a brick building.  An old 
Victorian home.  

"Here it is.  My humble abode," she told him as they 
walked up the stairs to the second floor apartment 
that she called home.  "But you have to close your 
eyes, because you promised not to look at the kitchen 
and that is where we go into the apartment."

"Uh oh, you mean I have to TRUST you to guide me 
through?" he grinned at her, with a mock scared 
expression on his face.

"Yes, you awful man, now just shut those eyes," she 
countered swiftly.  

"Aye, aye, ma'am."  He closed his eyes and heard the 
door open.  She grabbed his hands and he felt a twitch 
in his nether regions.  Not now, he groaned.  This was 
not the time for THAT part of his anatomy to wake up.

She pulled him gently forward about six steps.  "Come 
on, I'll be gentle....THIS time," she throatily 
giggled at him.

"Wench!"

"Ok, now turn right," and she pulled him forward about 
five steps.  He heard a rustling behind him, and she 
told him he could open his eyes now.

He looked around.  He was in a dining room.  And he 
could see the living room.  He looked behind him and 
there was a curtain blocking his view.  "The kitchen?" 
he asked, pointing his thumb at the curtain.

"Yes, sir," she rejoined, "And remember, you 
promised!"

He walked forward.  It was charming, eclectic.  There 
was wood furniture.  A grey recliner.  A patterned 
HUGE sofa.  A butcher's block table in the dining
room.  Sheer white curtains with a green leaf pattern 
on them.  They matched the carpet on the floor in the 
living room.  There was a fireplace.  A fake one.  But 
still cute.  And two large diplomas on the mantle.  
Pictures everywhere.  And the candles!  A faint floral 
scent lingered in the air.  It was a perfect 
bachelorette pad, he thought.  He could just glimpse 
the two bedrooms off the living room.  He wondered 
what they looked like, and then mentally berated 
himself for wondering.

"Well?" she asked expectantly.

"It's...nice."

"Nice?!  That's IT?"

"Its....you.  I like the candles.  And what is the 
smell?"

"Ummm...I forgot to take out the garbage?" she asked.

"No, silly girl...it smells GOOD," he smiled at her.

"Oh.  Well, I like flowers.  And candles.  The scented 
ones.  And probably some of the lotions that I use.  I 
have a real shower gel and lotion fetish, see? 
Smell..." and she put her arm up to his nose.

He inhaled deeply, and sure enough a faint smell of a 
potent flower was on her delicate arm.

"I don't know...let me smell more", he wickedly 
grinned, as he turned he arm around and pulled the 
inside of her wrist to his nose. "Mmmmm..." he hummed 
as he quickly kissed the vein he could see pulsing 
below her skin.   

"Smells terrific", he told her, as he abruptly 
released her arm.

Her veins felt like fire had rushed through them.  The 
chemistry between them was pretty potent stuff, she 
thought.  She felt her nipples harden and the spot 
between her legs pulsed suddenly.

"Ah, ah," she wagged her finger at him as casually as 
she could.  "You promised...no funny stuff.  You know, 
you toy with my affections this way and watch out, 
mister," as she put her fists on her hips.

He looked at her.  Her long hair was wavy, falling 
about halfway down her back.  Her brown eyes seemed to 
have suddenly gotten darker and more...melty.  Her 
hands on her hips only served to accentuate her 
curves.  The large breasts curved down to her waist, 
and then out into generous hips.  And her dress was 
short enough to show him that she had shapely legs 
too.  God, she was wonderful, he thought.  No, not 
every man's ideal, but then, he wasn't every man.

"Can I get you something to drink?" she asked, in her 
best remote hostess voice.

"A glass of water?" he answered, past the dryness in 
his throat.  And he watched her disappear behind the 
curtain.

He walked into the living room and seated himself on 
the couch, and idly flipped through the latest issue 
of Cosmopolitan, which was sitting on her coffee 
table, next to a couple of sewing pattern books and a 
photo album.

She came back into the room, with two glasses of water 
full of ice cubes.  She sat next to him, folding a leg 
underneath her and handed him one of the glasses, 
taking a nice long sip out of hers.

"You know, this has been a lot of fun," she told him.

"I know."

"I was really nervous," she grinned, "but talking with 
you is like talking on the computer.  It 
just...flows."

"I know.  I am glad that we met. Even if I have seen 
pictures, it isn't the same as seeing you in person," 
he told her.

He put the magazine down and put the glass next to it. 
"Can we put on some music?" he asked her, glancing at 
the stereo across the room.

"Oh.  Sure," she replied.  She walked over to the cd's 
scattered on the table.  "Any requests?"

"You choose.  I am sure I'll like whatever you want."  
He watched as she bent over the table, wondering if 
she knew that he had thought about her in that very 
position many times, but she was never clothed, and he 
was behind her, listening to her cries of ecstasy.  At 
least in his fantasies.  His cock jumped again.

The strains of the band Chicago floated across the 
room.  "Good?" she asked.

"Perfect," he answered.  He got up as she came back 
across the room.

"Going somewhere?" she asked, with a somewhat faintly 
disappointed tone in her voice.

He laughed.  "Heck no, just going to ask you dance." 
He pulled her into his arms.  He slightly shuddered as 
her body came into contact with his.

"Oh." she said with a note of surprise, but she 
matched her steps to his.  Her pulse raced as she felt 
her breasts press up against his chest.  She hoped 
that he couldn't hear her heart pound.  After all, she 
thought, she DID tell him no fooling around.

They danced around the small room for a while, and she 
looked up at him.  "Damn, he has nice eyes", she 
thought.  "I am such a sucker for eyes."

He drew a deep a breath as he looked down, gazing into 
her eyes, hoping that she couldn't feel his hardness 
against her.  Or did he WANT her to feel it?  He was 
unsure.  What should happen now?  It would be easy to 
say goodbye and walk out.  No harm done.  Just a great 
meeting between two simpatico computer friends.  Or, 
he could push it.  He wanted her.  Badly.  But not at 
the risk of making her unhappy.  She DID make him 
promise not to try anything.  And he didn't want to 
ruin it.  He knew that trite phrase about eyes 
speaking, and he swore hers were telling him to kiss 
her.  He breathed deeply again, and felt her breasts 
swell against him as she breathed deeply too.

"I am glad that we did this", he told her.

"Me too."

"And aren't you proud of me?  I haven't tried 
anything," he pressed.

"Yes," she replied, and his optimism plummeted.

"But..." she started.

"What?" he blurted.

"Well, I think...."

"What?!"

"Ummm.  Well.  This," she stuttered, as she reached up 
and pulled his head down.  

She kissed him.  Lightly at first.  And when he 
returned her kiss, her mouth opened and she lightly 
bit his lip.

He groaned and pulled her against him more firmly.  
His tongue ventured into her mouth and dueled with 
hers.  They kissed.  Deeply.  Wetly.  Her nipples grew 
so hard they hurt.  She wanted him to touch her there, 
and she pulled his hand up to her breasts and placed 
it on her.  "Feel that?" she asked, knowing that he 
could easily feel the engorged tip through the thin 
fabric of her dress.  He pinched it lightly and she 
moaned into his mouth.  God, he felt good.

He couldn't believe her.  She made him so hot.  Her 
nipple was huge.  It must be as big as his thumbnail, 
and he hadn't even really paid homage to it yet.  He 
felt like fire and ice water were alternating running 
through his veins.  And his cock was so hard he was 
afraid he would come in his pants.  He knew what she 
liked.  They had discussed sex before.  He pulled away 
from her mouth and licked his way down her neck to the 
base of it.  He licked and sucked there, and she 
ignited in his hands.  "She wasn't kidding", he 
thought, "this really DOES set her off".  He released 
her tit and reached around behind her.  He slowly 
unzipped her dress and it fell, puddling at her feet.  
He pulled back and looked at her.

She was wearing a purple lace bra, that barely 
contained her full breasts, and matching lace panties.  
They were high cut, showing off the delicate line 
where her legs joined at her most sensitive place.  He 
reached both hands out and grabbed her tits.  He 
squeezed them firmly, and she moaned.  He pulled the 
cups down, exposing her nipples to his eyes.  "Oh God, 
they are glorious", he thought.  Dark pink nipples, 
the tips of which were as big as a nickel, and her 
areolas had to be the size of half dollars.  

She stood there quietly, shifting from side to side in 
an effort to stop herself from crying out for him to 
take her.  Ravish her.  Make her orgasm over and over 
for him.  Fuck her.  She wanted him so badly.  She 
felt slightly humiliated by his inventory of her body, 
and she hoped that he liked what he saw.  

Suddenly both of his hands shot across the space 
separating them and latched onto her nipples.  He 
pinched them slightly.  Twisted them.  Watching her 
face as he did.  She looked like she was about to 
explode, he thought, and he wanted to watch.  He 
pulled her, by her nipples over to the couch and sat 
down, with her in front of him.  His mouth opened, and 
he engulfed her left tit with it.  He sucked and 
nibbled and drank in the taste of her.  He listened to 
her moans and felt her hands run through his hair and 
hold him close to her.  His hands reached around and 
cupped her bottom.  Rotating the flesh around and 
around.  His fingers were close to her heat.  He could 
feel it pouring from her pussy.  He moved his mouth to 
the other nipple and delicately took it between his 
teeth and flicked his tongue back and forth over it.  

She was concentrating on the feelings in her tits, and 
was stunned when she felt his long fingers slide up 
between her legs.  His hands pushed her legs slightly 
apart and she felt the cool air against her hot 
wetness.  And she knew she was wet.  She could feel 
the juices flowing out of her.  Soaking her panties.  
He bit harder on her nipple.  And one hand pulled the 
gusset of her panties aside and the other hand flicked 
back and forth across her nether lips.

She was sooo wet and hot, he could feel.  And when he 
pulled her panties aside and saw her shaved pussy, he 
really thought he was going to come without her even 
touching him.  He ran his fingers across the smooth 
lips of her cunt.  Spreading her juices over her 
entire vulva.  And she spread her legs a little 
further for him.  His fingers pulled her lips apart 
and he caressed her inner lips.  He found her hard 
clit at the top and he flicked it.  She jumped and 
moaned loudly.  He pulled back and found her hole.  
And thrust his middle finger inside her.

She thought she was going to die, it felt so good.  
His finger slid inside her heat and she felt her 
muscles grip him.  "Please," she muttered.

"What?" he asked, looking up at her flushed face.

"Please," she repeated.

"Please, what?" he persisted.

"Please.  Please, fuck me with your fingers."

"Since you asked so nicely..." he smiled up at her as 
his index finger joined his middle finger and he slid 
them back and forth.  He felt her spasm lightly around 
his fingers and marveled at the amazing heat engulfing 
his entire hand.  Her juices were flowing freely down 
her thighs by now.  

Her moans grew louder and he knew she was close to 
coming already.  Coming for him.  But he didn't want 
her to come just yet.  He wanted this to be an 
incredibly unforgettable experience for both of them.  
He pulled his fingers out of her, and he asked her to 
take him to the bedroom.  She pulled his fingers to 
her mouth and cleaned her juices off of them, and then 
she tugged on them.

She led him around the corner and into the eggshell 
white bedroom.  The bed was the dominant piece of 
furniture.  A queen-size bed with emerald satin sheets 
and about 12 pillows on it.  On the table next to the 
bed stood about seven candles.  He marveled anew at 
her sensuality.  She was an amazing woman, he thought.

She pushed him gently down on the bed and removed her 
panties finally, showing him that bald pussy that made 
his mouth water.  She started undressing him.  She 
removed his shirt, and as she unbuttoned the front of 
it, she took the time to briefly kiss and suck each of 
his nipples.  She unbuckled his belt and opened his 
pants.  He raised his ass briefly as she pulled his 
pants and shorts off in one motion.  

His cock jumped up and slapped his belly.  Her mouth 
watered.  She wanted a taste of THAT, she knew.  She 
pushed him further back against the pillows and 
crawled up between his legs.  She leaned over his 
prick and looked up at him with her almost-black eyes, 
and told him, "I HAVE to suck you, you know.  Is that 
ok?"

She didn't wait for an answer, but swooped her mouth 
down and engulfed the head of his cock in one gulp.  
He groaned loudly.  Her mouth was almost as hot as her 
pussy.  And she sucked.  Lightly.  Flicking the head 
with her agile tongue.  "Mmmmmm..." she murmured.  

He was in heaven.  She alternated her methods.  She 
would lick just the head lightly, and then swallow 
almost all of him and suddenly she was like a vacuum 
cleaner, sucking as hard as anything he had ever felt.  
She cupped his balls and then would pull her mouth off 
his cock altogether and lick them all over.  He was 
counting the alphabet, doing multiplication tables, 
thinking of current events...everything he could think 
of to prolong the pleasure.  Finally, though she 
looked up at him.  "I want you to come in my 
mouth....please...." she told him.  And she bent back 
down and thrust her tongue out.  She placed the head 
of his cock on it and as she looked in his eyes, she 
slid her open mouth onto him.  He watched himself 
disappear in her wet mouth and couldn't stand it 
anymore.  He let out a yell and started pulsing the 
come into her throat.  She swallowed it down as he 
watched.  God, she was amazing, he thought.  

He sank back onto the pillows as every muscle in his 
body relaxed.  She crawled up to him and kissed him.  
He wasn't sure about it, but he was sure there was 
something not quite right about enjoying the wet kiss 
she gave him right after swallowing his jizz.  He 
didn't really care.  The kiss was hot and he loved the 
feel of her tits against his bare chest.

After a few minutes he rolled her over on her back and 
told her to lie there.  He scooted down and spread her 
legs wider.  He gazed at her red pussy.  He could feel 
the blazing heat pouring out of it, and he could 
practically see the juices dripping out.  He placed 
her legs over his shoulders and dove in.  He licked 
her juices off her lips, enjoying the tangy taste of 
her.  "Delicious", he thought.  His fingers firmly 
pulled her lips apart and he saw her clit pulsing 
madly at the top of her cunt.  He flicked his tongue 
over it, and she leapt like a fish.  He flicked again, 
and she did the same thing.  He latched his whole 
mouth on it and started sucking it.  She let out a 
long moan and bucked up to his face.  

He worked a finger into her hole.  She twisted, 
forcing the finger deeper.  He kept up his maddening 
sucking on her clit.  Another finger joined the first.
And she felt the first waves of her approaching 
orgasm.  She started begging him to make her come.  
And just as she was on the edge, he pulled his mouth 
off of her and his fingers out.  She was stunned.  
Until she looked down and saw his face, wet with her 
juices, between her thighs, looking up at her.  

"Watch me", he commanded.  And she did.  His tongue 
came out of his mouth and he straightened it and 
hardened it and then bent his head and thrust it deep 
inside her burning cunt.  In and out, he fucked her 
pussy with his tongue.  And she watched.  And 
suddenly, she was there.  She cried out, and her cunt 
muscles tightened around his tongue.  She pulsed over 
and over, around him.  He licked her until her back 
straightened again and she relaxed on the bed.

He crawled up on top of her and kissed her, much as 
she had done to him, and she tasted herself.  They lay 
like that for a while.  It was comfortable on top of 
her this way, he thought.  And she thought that she 
liked the weight of him on her.

Finally, though, each became aware that his cock was 
still hard...pulsing against her pussy.  She shifted 
slightly, and the head pushed right up against her 
slit.  "I want you in me", she told him.  

"Your request is my command", he answered her, and he 
slid into her still hot cunt.  

"Ahhhh..." they moaned in unison.  And looked into 
each other's eyes and laughed.  

He thrust back and forth, getting a nice rhythm going, 
and she thrust her hips up at him to take him deeper 
inside her.  Her juices flowed ever faster, coating 
him as they fucked.  He grunted each time he hit 
bottom and she made little noises of her own.  As they 
picked up speed, she encouraged him.  
"Harder....Faster..."

He pulled out of her and told her, "Over.  I want you 
on your hands and knees."

She did as he requested.  She felt his cock slide up 
and down her slit, rubbing from her clit to her 
asshole.  "Oh God....fuck me....fuck me....fuck me..." 
she chanted.

He couldn't take it anymore and rammed his cock inside 
her cunt.  He grabbed her hips and thrust hard and 
deep into her.  "Take it", he told her.  "You love my 
cock inside you, don't you?"

"Oh yes...more...please...more..." she moaned back at 
him.

He reached under her and grabbed her tits, using them 
like handles to pull her back onto him.  He pinched 
the nipples as he did, and every time he pinched, he 
swore he could feel her pussy muscles clench around 
him.  

She reached down and cupped his balls.  They were so 
full, and she couldn't wait to feel him explode inside 
her burning pussy.  She massaged them and she felt 
them tighten.  She was getting closer to her own 
climax and she wanted to come with him.  She pushed 
back onto him.

Finally, she felt him thrust even faster and she knew 
it was time.  She was about to come and she cried out, 
"Oh God, I am coming on your cock!  Come with 
me....come inside me..."  And he thrust into her one 
last time and held it.

Her cunt muscles clenched in orgasm around him and 
milked the sperm from his prick.  He shot four, five, 
six times into her hot grasping pussy, and she felt 
every pulse against her clit as she came on him.  

She collapsed on the bed, his cock still inside her, 
and he lay on her back.  He whispered into her ear how 
amazing it was.  And how incredible she was.  And how 
she made him come harder than he thought possible.  

And she thought that her first foray into meeting 
someone from the Internet was certainly something 
special.
