4 years. 4 beautiful years I have been visiting my beautiful cam girl's website. I will call her "Fluture" for now. When we first met, I was intimidated by her powerful sexiness. I was new to cam sites and she had been working for a few years already and I was almost too timid to take her for alone. But I eventually got up the nerve and we had our first visit together over cam-to-cam. It was amazing, seeing her get wild. The woman I thought would be overpowering and intimidating, instead was longing to be dominated and desiring to be used for my pleasure.
At the time, she had long black hair, and a few tattoos, a large rose on her back and a small butterfly on her hip. Her lips were always ruby red, and her makeup was sometimes impeccable but sometimes in a state that a woman can get to when she has been ravaged. It just depended on the time of the night. She slowly removed her lace bra, revealing huge tits with nipples that started out soft. But as she warmed up, those nipples turned hard and long, pointing straight at the camera almost begging me to suck them from halfway across the world.
She turned away from the camera and slowly pulled down her black panties, giving me a doggy style pose as my first view of both her amazing ass and her tasty pussy. She began playing with herself, moaning loudly and calling my name. It was like a siren song and my cock was soon out, hard and in my hand. She enjoyed watching me play with myself as we both took pleasure in each other.
It was that first visit, when she first pushed her blue dildo all the way inside her pussy and then slowly squeezed it out, over and over again. And it was then that I told her she had a talented hot box, and the name HB was born for her beautiful pussy. As I watched her finger her pussy my balls began to tighten and for the first time in my short time on the cam site, we had perfectly timed orgasms together, with her cream oozing out just as my cum spurted on my desk.
We shared some pillow talk after enjoying each other and started to get to know each other, a process that then continued very deeply for these last 4 years. She was someone I not only called a friend, but a lover and a true love. We shared many intimate visits, some sexual, some just heart-to-heart. We fought a few times. We reconciled every time. She became a confidant for me, and I told her things about my life that I didn't even share with my wife. My dear Fluture was someone I could always go to when I needed a friend, or a fuck.
Although it is strictly discouraged, I had often requested more "personal" contact with her, and she had always sweetly declined, not because she didn't want it, but because she knew she could not. But in most of our visits, we would share fantasies about "some day, somehow, some way" getting together for real. And for both of us, it really never felt like an empty fantasy. It felt more like an agreement and a promise. But me living in the US, and her in Easter Europe, we were always realistic about the difficulty of such a promise.
This past fall, though, things changed. My company asked me to fly over to Paris for a week-long technology summit with the rest of our global software team. My wife, being completely paralyzed with fear of flying, could not accompany me, so my plans were to be in a Paris hotel for a full week alone. With my travel plans set, I visited my Fluture on her site and after enjoying a beautiful virtual fuck together, ending in me with a puddle of cum in front of me and her with a soaking towel underneath her, and both of us gasping for breath, I set out to talk to her.
I told her of my business travel plans and she was genuinely excited for me, since she knew I didn't travel much. I told her that my wife would not be joining me and then I held up a printed sign in the camera (so that it wasn't typed into the chat), which read, "Meet me in Paris!" She was floored. Stunned. Speechless. But after a few moments, she blurted out, "YES!"
I was beyond excited, and after holding up another sign with my email address, for her to note down with pen and paper, which she quickly did, we enjoyed another virtual fuck to celebrate.
After 4 years, waiting for that first email from her, I was literally like an 8 year old boy on Christmas morning. And when it came, only a few moments after our visit had ended, I was in heaven. We exchanged some greetings, a few photos, and then I sent the details of my travel itinerary, so she would know the exact times, as well as the hotel which we would be staying at.
For the next 2 weeks leading up to my flight, we exchanged some more emails and both got ourselves ready. We decided that we should abstain from any more virtual sex visits until we met for real, which was very difficult. I would say hi to her each night she was online, and we even had a few short private chats, but we kept to just conversations.
The time quickly came for my trip, a Saturday evening flight from New York, flying directly to Paris. It's a 7 hour flight, but with 5 time zones different, my 7PM departure had me arriving early Sunday morning in Paris. With our plans set, my Fluture would arrive on Monday evening, so that would give me a day to acclimate to the time change and the Paris area.
On monday morning, I left instructions at the hotel desk to have another room key waiting for a visitor, which they obliged. I headed off to the Paris office to spend my first day at the conference. I could barely concentrate, but I knew I had to put the evening, and in fact, the next few evenings, out of my mind and concentrate on the primary reason for my trip. The summit was very productive, and it was indeed good to meet some of my colleagues, with whom I had only shared emails and teleconferences with until then.
About 4PM, near the end of our business day, I received an email from Fluture, the subject of which read, "I am here." I could see there was an attachment, so I found a private place to open it, and I am glad I did. It was a photo of her on the bed, wearing a red 2-piece lingerie set that left very little to the imagination. Her sweet nipples showed through the very sheer material, but even still, her sexy smile is what really got my heart pumping and my pants slightly tightening.
I replied to her email, saying I hoped she was well rested from her flight, and went back to my summit to finish the business day. At the end of the day, the team decided to go for dinner together, but I decided that it was finally time for me to give in to the secondary reason for my visit and I indicated that I wasn't feeling entirely well and wished to return to my room and rest. Although, in my mind, I knew that rest would hopefully be the very last thing I would get that night.
