Gerald would be just the same, she could feel it, she knew in her heart she would be used and then left like so much flesh put away as her worth was forgotten. She wished she could be stronger, but only on line could she be outgoing and bold. She had so many fears of what reality would bring she remained aloof whenever reality mixed with the fantasies of the internet. Gerald had offered to bring a smile to her face more times than she could count, but he’d only written stories to bring the gush of hope to her thoughts and body. She’d loved his erotic tales, even to the point of recalling the vivid details as she plunged her small toy in and out of her wetness. “Yes,” she’d cry out as her climax welled, and then, “Holy Fuck,” as the juices flooded her canal and escaped over the base of the toy and her rapidly pumping hand. Her breaths came in short gasps as she imagined it was his allegedly large cock taking her to ecstasy’s haven. Soon though the reality would set in and she was left with only longing, wanting to know what a real relationship was like, what a loving bond would be after a month, a year, a decade or even for the rest of her life.
He was a friend, but could he be more? Only time would tell as she chatted with him, got to know the honesty he promised was a reality. He’d never been less than honest with her, she knew he was married and would remain that way. She sighed as she stepped into the bath tub, washing away the recent evidence of her need, rinsing her body but not mind of the joys of the fantasy of his massive cock’s stretching feel in her all too rarely fucked pussy. “Why?” she whimpered as the warmth of the water washed away the tingling muscle of her vaginal entry.
“Why can I not find a man who is loyal to his word, would remain through thick and thin, in sickness and in health?” It wasn’t like she wanted to marry a man for his dick, which was but a small part of a real relationship. Although to find a man willing to fulfill her erotic dreams would be nice either way.
It was almost the fourth of July, yet another holiday to spend with family, or alone as she’d been so many times that should be shared with a man she loved passed into the annals of history. Gerald had written her a story, one that had made her face blush, one that made her pussy weep, and one that would be a dream if it could but come true. Or would it be spelled “cum” true? He had said he would visit her over the long weekend. It was a long trip from Oklahoma, but he’d fly to the nearest airport and rent a car, meet her in a hotel of her choosing to meet face to face for the first time.
She was excited in a way, but dreaded it at the same time. He’d seen a couple of pictures of her and said she was pretty, but what would reality bring? Would he really think she was worth meeting, getting to know, talking face to face? Would he still be willing to hold her as he’d said so many times he would love to do? There were so many questions, and so much insecurity to drive her to distraction as she anticipated his arrival on the Friday night of the long weekend. The fourth fell on a Wednesday, and so he’d be there for five days and five nights. Could she believe he would stay with her the whole time? God she was going to go nuts before he even got there. Would he use her and then fly back to his wife, leaving her again . . . alone?
They chatted on Thursday evening; he’d be on the plane the next morning, arriving at about midafternoon. She had suggested a room at the Marriott hoping he would think it fancy enough.
He laughed and replied, “Fancy-schmancy, I just want to be with you Suzy Q.” He closed the chat box with one final comment, “I hope you haven’t really taken me seriously about everything, the length of my cock for instance; some things will be different than what you’ll expect,” and added a smiley face to add to the mystique.
She wanted to ask what he’d meant but he had signed off by the time his twisted humor sunk in enough to wonder if maybe he’d lied to her about being well endowed. It wouldn’t matter; to her it was about talking, getting to spend time with someone she had known as a friend for months on line. Besides, she’d never been with a man with the kind of length and girth he’d boasted of, sent pictures of in fact. Maybe it would be better if he was more normal than so huge. Damn she was getting so frustrated with the questions and nerves of anticipation.
She shut down her computer and went to take a bath. A long soak in the tub would help calm her, besides, she could think of what was to be and find a bit of joy all alone as she’d done so many times before. As she settled into the warm pool of water scented perfectly with lavender and chamomile she sighed softly as her mind recalled the picture of Gerald standing beside a tree, his cock erect and angled upwards as if ready to fill her needy cleft. Her fingers pinched her clit as her mind took her to the bliss of knowing that soon he would be filling her with cock, small or large, thick or thin didn’t matter, it had been too long since a man had fucked her. Her other hand pushed the latex cock into her yearning pussy and she moaned out the pleasure of penetration as her mind considered it his member dipping into her for the first time. Slowly the latex cock filled her, brushed over her g spot and sent a wave of joy through her body, heating her veins to the boiling point.
It didn’t take long before her breaths matched her pounding heart, her orgasm was so close, closer than she’d been able to find without images of him fucking her to oblivion dancing in her head. She cried out as she came, the milky fluids mixing with the clear hot water as her body quivered with the bliss of completion. She took a couple of deep breaths and calmed as much as her aching pussy would allow, she wanted him to be big, wanted him to fill her full, stretch her tight with the girth of his manhood. She came again just thinking about what it would be like.
She drained the tub, though not as effectively as her body had been drained of energy and will to go to the loneliness of her bed. She smiled weakly thinking about spending the night with a virtual stranger in a hotel. She wasn’t that woman, not usually, at least she never had been. Romance was important, not just getting laid, not just feeling the rush of orgasm with a man she barely knew. Or was it? God, she was hopeless, she wanted it all.
She slept, she dreamed, she was writhing in agony as every nerve yearned for what could be, what should be and yet would be denied her. Gerald was married and could never be hers completely. When she awoke in the morning, she knew she shouldn’t call in to the book store; she really should go to work and forget that a man would be waiting for her in a hotel downtown. She picked up the phone and called the book store to call in sick. She’d see how the afternoon, evening and night went before deciding whether to call in a second day or not, or so she justified as she told her boss she was coming down with something. It wasn’t a total lie; she’d be going down on or with something without a doubt.
She showered and washed her hair, brushed it out and dried it to a perfect sheen, supple waves of succulent red lightened with shades of strawberry blond; all her natural colors. She stood before the full length mirror in her bathroom after her shower and twisted her lips into a smile as she picked up the razor and began the process of smoothing away most of her pubic hair. One thing led to another and before she was done her mound, pussy and entire groin was void of any of her lush tight curls. It felt naughty to have shaved herself bare, but she knew Gerald would enjoy licking her flesh more than tangling his tongue into her pubes. She slipped into a cotton robe and walked through the flat to the small kitchen. A sigh escaped her as thoughts of what she was about to do filled her mind. She wanted this, but so much more than just a man to fill her world with joyous fleeting pleasures. She toasted an English muffin and buttered it, slathering it with blackberry jelly. Another pleasure she denied herself more often than not, her figure wasn’t perfect and took work to maintain a weight she could abide.
At her age it wasn’t that easy to stay fit, but she managed to keep the forces of gravity from taking away her figure completely. Her tits, one of her finer assets, were still reasonably firm and filled out a D cup nicely. Her tummy wasn’t that of an 18 year old, but she doubted he’d care once he saw her naked smooth pussy glistening with wetness for his caress or tongue. She turned her head over her shoulder, the reflection of her butt in the patio door revealing as she lifted the robe to gaze at her rear. Her cheeks almost as taught as when she was in college, she smiled thinking he’d enjoy cupping her globes as he pulled down on her with his allegedly monstrous cock. She wondered again about his final comment, it was unnerving to think she’d fantasized over his big thick member for months only to find out he was one of those men with a scrawny pencil dick. She burst out laughing, there was no way his photographs could have been altered that much.
She ate her muffin and washed up the couple of dishes she’d dirtied for breakfast. She knew why they had chosen a hotel instead of her place. It was to preserve her ability to escape, he’d promised to let her run away if she felt scared or intimidated, or if they just weren’t compatible for one reason or another. He really was too good to be true, but only time would tell the rest of that story. She puttered around the flat, cleaning out of nervousness, or maybe if they really hit it off he could save the hotel bill and stay at her place for his visit. Again, only time would or could tell the story’s ending.
By noon she had scrubbed every piece of furniture and washed every surface of glass in the place, dusted, washed, wiped, vacuumed and polished. It looked as if nobody even lived there it was so clean. “Perfect,” she sighed as she walked to her bedroom to change. His flight would land in an hour, and she was to meet him in the lobby when he arrived at the hotel in just an hour and a half. She had long ago decided on the dress she’d wear, a nice cotton shift, some would call it a sun dress, but in reality it was a bit more dressy. She pulled the new lace panties and bra set from her drawer that was bought especially for their first night, just in case they got physical. Who was she kidding? They would get about as physical as two adults were able if it went anything like their recent chats.
She slipped the French cut panties on and felt a twinge of naughtiness fill her tummy with butterflies as the smooth thin lace snugged against her freshly shaven slit and mound. The bra was a half bra style, lifting her already firm globes to full perfection, covering only the lower swell and up enough to hide her nipples. Not that they would hide long, the lace would allow them to show through the thin cotton dress if she got the least bit excited or chilled, God help her if the A/C was on very cool in the hotel lobby. She slid the dress over her head and dropped it down to where the hem covered her, actually a little longer than she’d remembered it came just above mid-thigh. It was a good length though, not too slutty, not too conservative. She donned her medium height heels and stood to review her choices. The pale ecru dress with tiny purple flowers matched the purple of her new lingerie set well and the way the neckline dipped to reveal her, how else could she say it, stunning cleavage was what some would call, “Hawt.” She turned and looked at her ass, the fullness of her curves were subtle but sultry in her opinion. She hoped Gerald would agree.
She picked up her purse and walked to the front door of the flat. “Ready or not, here I go,” she murmured as she twisted the key in the lock. The car started just as it always had, though not new, it was reliable to a fault. She drove the 40 minute drive down town, thankfully nowhere near her place of employment. She parked in the hotel garage and made her way to the lobby of the Marriott, one of the nicer hotels in the city, but not overpriced. She’d been sure to have him book it early enough through to get a good rate even though Gerald would be paying for it. He’d made all of the arrangements, promising her a visit she would long remember.
She moved gracefully into the lobby, a settee was facing the elevator from the parking garage and she chose that as her position of watchfulness. Glancing at the large clock behind the reception desk she took note that he should be arriving in the garage any minute, if the plane landed on time and he was able to find his way to the hotel in a city he’d never been to before.
“Why didn’t I just go pick him up at the airport?” she quipped at her stupidity. She knew why, he wanted to meet her and take her to his room immediately without having to drive 30 minutes before having his way with her. He’d said as much though not in so many words.
She was nervous, as each tick of the clock passed her belly got tenser, she tried to think of something to relieve the stress of uncertainty and only made it worse as her pussy began to seep her anxiousness to have him, face to face, flesh to flesh. She grinned as she saw him walk into the lobby through the very elevator door she had. He was old, but as she already knew in fair shape. Who was she kidding, his abs and chest muscles were defined beneath the polo shirt he wore, and even the color was perfect to match her choice. Purple looked great on him with his dark skin, grey white hair and mustache. She had seen pictures, but her belly did a flip flop as she glanced down over his tummy and thought him even trimmer than he’d said. One final glance and she knew his final comment was bull shit. She could see the bulge even across the room that ended just above the knee.
He scanned the room to see if she was really there. He’d flown all this way and still couldn’t believe a woman of her caliber would be willing to meet up with a man she barely knew. Yeah, they’d become friends on line, but so many things on line are shaded to protect one’s self. He’d lied, she would know it soon, but he hoped she would understand. He saw her, the glow of her red hair radiant in the afternoon sun’s bath of the room. He tugged his shoulder bag a bit higher on his shoulder and dragged his suitcase behind him as he took the final steps to meet his on line lover and friend.
His eyes glistened as he took in her image, she was far more stunning than her photos had revealed. Her hair was but the icing on the cake as he saw her eyes, her sweet button nose and the heart shaped lips he’d dreamt of so many times. His eyes flowed down over her, knowing she was doing the same to him. His hips swayed a bit more than usual to accent what he could tell she was staring at, his partially erect member that stretched along his right leg to a couple inches above the knee. He never wore underwear, much too confining for a woman’s man to wear.
Her hips were full enough to make him want to pull her against him, allow her to feel even the beginnings of his excitement. His gaze landed on the vast orbs of her breasts and he couldn’t help swiping his tongue across his lip. “Damn she’s beautiful,” he thought as he finally drew near enough to speak to a lady he knew only as Suzanne. He hoped she’d not been offended when he’d typed out Suzy as they had cybersex, but surely she’d have said she didn’t like it if that were the case. He stopped a foot away, not quite as close as he wanted to be, but close enough that she had to tip her head back to look him in the eye. His eyes, hidden behind his oh so necessary glasses, sparkled as he spoke with husky tones and his abnormally inviting words. “Hi there; I think I know you from somewhere, want to get a room?” His smile may have been false teeth, but it sparkled as delightfully as his eyes as he looked deep into her soul.
She decided he liked to play; role play was something they’d done before, but now it would end with the real deal . . . she hoped. “Hello,” she said with a smile as inviting as the vast cleavage his eyes feasted on with every chance he had to look down. “I doubt that we’ve met before handsome, but somehow I feel as if we belong together. I think you might need a reservation to get a room here at the Marriott fine sir,” she played along with the game and would continue as long as it was done in a positive way, a way that would take them to his room and bed. She was being naughty, she’d never felt so alive and couldn’t believe she was actually hooking up with a man she barely knew in a hotel. She smiled as he turned and cupped her hand in his to lead her to the check in counter without another word.
When they got to the counter, she wasn’t sure why but figured he had booked a room for one until he asked the clerk to find his reservation for, “Mr. and Mrs. Dawson.”
The clerk found it and took Gerald’s card to confirm the account. He handed Jerry, the name he’d said was easier to type, his card and a room key saying, “Room 1432 as you requested sir. I trust you will enjoy your stay.”
“Shall we Mrs. Dawson?” he asked with a smile so flirtatious that she blushed. His smile became even more alluring as he took her hand and led her towards the elevators. He pushed the up button and looked over at his friend, a woman he barely knew, but knew he wanted to be with in so many ways. The doors slid open and he gestured for her to go first, something she already knew about Gerald, he said ladies always go, and cum, first. As the doors slid closed his hand slipped around her lower back and he leaned close to her ear, whispering for reasons only he might know, “You look delicious Mrs. Dawson,” and slid his hand down over her buttocks, pulling the hem of her dress up enough to feel her panty clad ass. It quivered with her nervousness at the unexpected advance.
“Gerald, you are so naughty. The elevator could stop on any floor, and then what would we do?”
He burst out laughing, not loudly, but a full-fledged laughter. When it subsided he said, “We’d tell them to mind their own business and catch the next car and shut the doors of course.” He was nervous as well and was overcoming it by acting out his own fantasy. His fingers slipped between her cheeks and he crooked one into the valley of her cleft. He wasn’t sure she would abide his playful advance until he felt her buttocks tighten and then her hips move towards rather than away from his hand and oh so naughty finger.