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.

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 "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. 

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