Alexia looked in her bathroom mirror for the umpteenth time in the last hour. Her hazel eyes roamed over her image looking for anything out of place. Her shoulder length auburn hair was curled and pulled back into a messy bun, her makeup applied carefully over her tanned skin. Her breasts pushed against the teal cotton tank top and she toned tanned legs poked out of the short brown corduroy skirt. Alexia turned sideways in the mirror to check her slim figure then finally decided on touching up her lips before leaving the bathroom.
Alexia got shivers when she thought of what she was about to do. When she had first gone into the chat room she had been bored and horny and looking for someone to help her achieve an orgasm. That first night she met Oliver and they chatted for three hours at first going through a sexy scenario then ending talking about music and their favorite television shows. Her heart beat faster when she gave him her email address. They began to email each other every day until Alexia got a web cam and they began to talk face to face. The months flew by and soon Christmas was upon them. When Alexia logged on the next day Oliver showed her his Christmas present for her. He held up a ticket to the camera and announced to Alexia that he would be flying into Florida on December 31 to spend New Years with her. Alexia was speechless but soon readily agreed.
Alexia was now going about her living room making sure that everything was prepared. She was just poring out two glasses of wine when the intercom by her door buzzed. Her heart jumped in her chest and she hurried over to it. Oliver's smooth voice flowed out of the box. "Alex, it's me, Oliver."
Alexia tried to wet her mouth but failed. She leaned in and pressed the button. "Hello Oliver, the doors open now come on up. I'm in number 305."
Alexia waited in the small hall way of her apartment until she heard the elevator ding and the doors open and nearly jumped when she heard the knock on her door. Alexia looked through the peephole and saw Oliver's familiar face. His black curly hair was the usual mess that it always was but somehow seemed perfect. The green polo shirt he wore matched his eyes and brought out the tan of his skin while showing off the muscles underneath. He had a brown leather bag slung over his shoulder and his soft mouth was turned up in a smile.