Note: This is a story about a developing relationship. It begins in fact and evolves into fantasy. It is certainly about sex, but if you're looking for the push and pump variety, please go elsewhere. This is probably more about developing love than pure sex. That said, enjoy.
I met Annie on one of those Internet sites where you can meet with people of similar interests. Her interests and mine were to find people with whom to exchange E-mails of an intimate nature. We were both married and neither of us intended to meet in person even though we lived only twenty-five miles apart.
Both of us read and write erotic literature that our spouses know about, but have no interest in. During the first month we exchanged a few with each other, discovering that we were both very oral people. Annie told me that her stories were all based on fantasies that she experienced while she wrote. Mine are usually based in fact initially, and then expanded with fantasy.
When we exchanged pictures (clothed), I discovered that Annie was quite a bit younger than me, very good looking and with lips that immediately triggered orgasmic fantasies. Even in a very tasteful picture her lips were full and a delicious red. I had no trouble picturing those lips pressing on or wrapped around various parts of my body. I could imagine slipping my tongue between them. I could feel her lips wrapped around my prick while my tongue probed between her other lips and lapped up the juice around her aroused clit. Then the fantasy brought about a very wet climax on my part, after which I returned to reality.
About a week later, we had back-to-back vacations. Mine was a week; Annie's was two weeks coming a week after mine. When Annie got home and caught up on E-mails, we resumed communication.
We wrote about many things, our lives, our loves, our feelings, our disappointments, our writings, and most of all our fantasies. My fantasies were more often than not about Annie. To further fuel my fantasies, I asked Annie if she had any erotic pictures of herself she would send me. She told me that when her old computer crashed about a year ago, all her nude pictures of herself died with it.
Initially I was disappointed, but then I realized that this was an opportunity. I told Annie I was a pretty good amateur photographer and used a very good digital camera. Being no dummy, Annie caught my drift and immediately rejected my intentions. Not giving up easily, I sent her examples of my photography including some pictures of people with their faces blurred so they couldn't be recognized.
Even though we had written each other about our intimate thoughts and feelings, Annie insisted that she really didn't know me well enough to pose for me. Another opportunity! To keep a long story from getting longer, I finally got Annie to agree to meet me in a public place for lunch.
Chapter 2
We met at a small bar and grill far enough from our homes that we were unlikely to be seen by anyone we knew. I arrived first and got a booth in a quiet corner. When Annie came in, we recognized each other instantly. She smiled and started walking toward the booth. The short walk seemed to take forever. It was like slow motion from a movie.
Annie was wearing a white, off-the-shoulder peasant blouse and a dark red full skirt that swished from side to side as she walked. Her reddish-brown hair wrapped around her face and brushed her shoulders. The overall effect was sensual, but not overtly sexy. Still, I knew that this was a real woman with a body I wanted to see and touch.
I slid out and stood to greet her. As she came close I reached out with both arms offering a hug. Annie accepted the hug, returned it all too briefly, and slid into the booth opposite me. For a minute that felt like an hour, we just looked into each other's eyes. The trance broke when a waiter came to the table with menus and asked if we'd like anything to drink.
We ordered drinks and food and the waiter left. We finally started to talk. Annie said I looked like my picture, maybe even a little younger. I said that cutting my beard shorter probably changed my look a little. I told Annie that she was even prettier than her picture and that her hair looked even redder. She said she hadn't changed her hair and that she really liked my mellow voice. I told her that I had once been a professional singer.
