Maggie and I met in one of those adult chat rooms. We exchanged pictures, and I immediately fell in love. She wasn’t a knockout, but she had a “girl-next-door” cuteness about her. Most importantly, I could tell from the shirt that she was wearing in her picture that she had really nice, big tits. I’m a breast guy, so after looking at the picture I was more than ready to cyber with the girl. After about an hour of online fun, we exchanged email addresses, IM screen names and phone numbers.
Maggie lives in Delaware and I live in Texas, but the long distance didn’t come between us and our internet and phone sex sessions. Not only was Maggie cute, but she had a voice that drove me crazy. By June 10, Maggie and I had been talking to each other for about 3 months. That was the day that she said that she wanted to meet me in person. She was out of school for the summer, and wanted to fly to Dallas to meet me. I couldn’t believe my luck. I offered to pay for her plane ticket, but she refused to let me. We made plans to meet that weekend.
I could hardly wait for Friday to roll around. I booked us into one of the best hotels in Dallas (a hotel way over my budget, by the way), and made reservations at one of the city’s trendiest restaurants. That Friday, I was at Gate 36 of DFW Airport with a half dozen roses. When I saw Maggie my heart skipped a beat. She was even prettier than she was in her picture. Her shoulder length black hair bounced as she walked. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle with life and mischief, and her body…..Let’s just say that her picture did not do her justice. Her lithe, 19 year old body fit her perfectly, even though her C cup breasts look a little too large for her 5’2 frame. When she recognized me, she gave me a fierce hug. Being a foot taller than her, I had to bend down to kiss her on the lips. She was three years younger than me, but she seemed to have a maturity well beyond my years. Maggie was all woman.
“I was wondering what it would be like when we finally met,” she said as she took the offered flowers.
“Maggie, you’re even more beautiful than you are in your picture,” I managed to say while looking into her big, brown eyes.
“You are always so sweet to me,” she replied.
She took my hand, and we walked to my car. She threw her carry-on bag (Which was her only piece of luggage. Apparently, she didn’t plan on wearing much on our weekend together) into the backseat, and we drove off into the humid Southern twilight. As I told Maggie about the restaurant that we were going to be having dinner at, I could see disappointment spread across her face.
“What’s wrong,” I asked. The last thing I wanted was for her to be disappointed by any aspect of our weekend.
“Nothing’s wrong.” Then she smiled wickedly as she looked at me. “I just thought we could skip dinner. What I’m really hungry for is you, Brad.”
I could feel my cock start to stir as I tried to keep myself from looking too overjoyed. I stared at Maggie. The smile stiff frozen on her face, she arched her eyebrows in a silent plea. She waited for me to say the words she wanted to hear.
“Shall we go straight to the hotel then?” I said with a grin.
She touched my right thigh, and her hand wandered near my growing cock.
“Mmmm,” she cooed, “that sounds like a better plan.”