Their time together whether it was on the phone or talking on line were like brief pauses in the routine of life. Steady and sure, their conversations turned so deeply erotic it always left them breathless. The tension of the days melted in those conversations as their voices softened and they were able to guide each other into a warm state of being. Their hands would roam while listening to the guidance of the other and soon a climax would erupt for both of them, reminding them both of the simplest comfort in life, the intimacy of another person.
It is phenomenal that two people who live hours apart can share intimacy. It is a testament to the complexity of the human mind that two people can come together so intimately yet live so far apart. They shared all the little details of their lives and listened when things felt sour around them. They sought out brightness in the world when the routine would feel dark. They helped each other to understand their individual uniqueness and their time together helped them continue with all that was important on the other side.
They met once in the summer for a few hours. The fear of the initial meeting was palpable. They had grown so close and come to rely on each other for friendship. Their conversations were intensely erotic so it was natural to fear this would be lost.
They decided to meet at a mall and they would drive to a local park to go for a walk. She was so nervous she wouldn't have been able to read the map even if it wasn't upside down. Somehow they managed to get to the park and go for their walk. Like their conversations on line and on the phone they settled into a steady banter of life. She couldn't help but notice how beautiful his face was framed with his snowy hair. He was a distance runner and the hours in the sun left him deeply tanned. He radiated fitness and contentedness.
They walked the park but never touching. Her mind was racing with curiosity about what he was thinking. Did he want to touch her? Is she what he imagined? Did he have any regrets in coming? Her mind wondered these things as he chatted away. They sat on a park bench overlooking the ocean. She hugged her knees to her chest and turned towards him watching him as he talked. She felt her short shorts pull up as she sat and when he looked away she reached down and felt the outside edges and soft pubic hair of her closely trimmed pussy peaking out from her shorts.
Still a little nervous and getting a better sense of each other they went to lunch. A glass of wine helped stop the running mind and her foot longed to stretch beneath the table and stroke him. She had long lean legs and very flexible feet. As she watched him talk she knew what magic her foot could perform under that table. Both their bodies had spent miles and miles on the roads so she could only imagine the stamina they would have exploring. By the time lunch was over she was aching to touch him and explore how his body would respond to hers.