I arrived in town full of apprehension. It had been a long trip and the anticipation had built over all the miles from Toronto to San Antonio. Would this be as good as I'd imagined a thousand times? Or would it be a disaster, an encounter destined to fail because of what we'd built up in our minds and talked through in our fantasies?
I checked into the hotel and had a quick but soothing shower. Freshened up, I checked my watch and made my phone call. My voice nearly broke from nervousness. She answered, in that soft Texan drawl, " Hello." And I simply said, "I'm here darlin'." Both of us laughed and the ice was nicely broken.
I'd wanted to take her out for dinner so she told me how to get to a stylish Italian restaurant within a short walk of the hotel. We agreed to meet within half an hour. I paced the floor and thought of all I had to say as I waited.
When I arrived at the restaurant, I saw that it was sparsely inhabited and was steered to a table near the back. I ordered the house red wine and waited for Deb to show up. I didn't have long to wait. In walked a dark haired woman who I immediately began to undress with my eyes. Great legs, big titties on a small frame and a pretty face that made me want to grab her with both hands and kiss her full on the lips. She smiled as she approached and I knew it was her. I stood up β almost weak from the excitement - and we hugged and gave each other pecks on the cheek. A long, passionate lip lock would have been somewhat showy and inappropriate. We took our seats staring into each other's eyes.
We chatted and talked non-stop for the next two hours. Despite the tension, both sexual and nervous, we had so much to say with so much in common. It was like talking to an old friend and picking up from some long-ago conversation. As we talked there were moments where I got goose bumps. Once, to emphasize a point, Deb touched my arm and it gave me a thrill, just to feel her skin on mine.
The meal was quite good, the wine had relaxed us a bit and we were both so comfortable that we remarked on it a number of times during the chat. To think that we'd met on-line and now we were here together in person blew both of our minds. Little did we know how much better things were going to get.
I paid our waiter and took Deb's hand as we left the restaurant. It felt wonderful just to hold her hand in mine. Almost like high school and a date with the beautiful girl I'd admired from afar. She led me to her car and we got in. As the door closed and she settled in, I moved closer and our lips met for the first time. The pent-up passion of the months on line and the hours spent talking about everything from sex to our love of the same music, was poured into that kiss. Our lips swirled and moved against each other and as I parted mine slightly, her tongue darted into my mouth to lick my front teeth. I held her face in both my hands and pushed my tongue deep into her mouth as well, tasting her and savouring the warmth of her breath. My hands stroked her hair and her neck and she pulled me closer, our mouths devouring each other.
Finally coming up for air, she put the car in gear, gave me a wicked smile and pulled out of the parking lot, heading for my hotel.
I sat back speechless. Just kissing her was fabulous. What would anything more be like?