Any addresses and names are completely a figment of my imagination.
I had been chatting with Jack for about six months. Due to the distance between us, meeting was not an easy thing and talking on the net and on the phone was fine for a while, but with Valentines Day approaching quickly I felt that it was about time for us to meet and I wanted it to be on Valentines Day.
So I sent him an email letting him know of my decision, saying simply, "Hi Jack, I have been doing a lot of thinking about meeting up with you. I heard a saying one time on a movie and it really seems to apply to this situation between us. It was..."The Heart Wants What the Heart Wants" and I think that my heart wants to meet you on Valentines Day. If you're interested in finally meeting me send me your address and I will send you a package, a gift and tell you of a halfway point that I will meet you at. Kisses."
Jack's response came quickly in email. "Yes. I would love to meet you. I had thought of it but was unsure how to go about it. So I am pleased that you suggested it. Not sure why you want my address when you can send me details here but I am willing to play along so here goes... Jack Smith, 14 Duneberry Rd. Brooks, Ohio 32688. Kisses to you also."
Pleased with Jack's response I began to prepare a package for him. I threw in a feather from my feather pillow, just to imply the idea of what it could be used for. I also included a small bottle of massage oil, and a scarf. In the package was also the note telling him that for the few days before Valentines I have to be in Tn., with and aunt and that I wouldn't be able to talk to him again. However I would meet him at the Days in right off exit 69 in Tn. I would be looking forward to meeting him for the first time.
I quickly wrote the address on the package since it was so close to Valentines Day I had to get it started on its journey to him and complete my packing since I would be leaving for Tn., the next day.
During the time I was in Tn., I could not stop thinking of my up coming meeting with Jack. Nervous anticipation kept me distracted from enjoying my time with my aunt. Since you had never got your scanner worked on there were no pictures for me to know what you would look like, just a voice over the phone and typed words crossing the net.
Wondering if he would really find me attractive and how I would feel about Jack upon the actual meeting. Thinking of my courage upon sending the box to him in the first place filled with its romantic treats. Maybe I wouldn't even want to make love to him when I saw you in that hotel room.
Early on Valentine's Morning I headed towards exit 69 to begin my preparations for Jack, getting the room and a bottle of white wine, all the simple things that I hoped would continue the special ideas I had planned for his arrival.
About noon you finally arrived with a soft knock on my room door. Breathing in deeply and letting it out slowly to control the nervousness inside my stomach, I opened the door for you, taking in my first sight of the man who I spoken to for the last six months.
Once that door was opened I couldn't believe my good fortune, as you were much better looking in person than I had pictured in my mind. I noticed as well that you carried the package I had sent to you, opened of course, and I wondered what you might have included inside it, if anything.
You were the first one to speak, saying simply, "Hello".
I stammered out a quick hello and finally invited you inside the room.
I asked how you had been and you asked me the same. Both of us trying really hard to come to grips with the fact that we were both here and of the things that may come.
I watched you as you spoke to me, your eyes never leaving my face, but when I spoke to you your eyes would travel down the length of me. I would watch as your eyes took in my white sweater and down lower where my black jeans outlined the shape of my hips and legs. Your stare making me feel as if you could see the shear white lace bra and panties I wore underneath my clothes.
While you seemed content to just look at me, I began my survey of you again. Starting with your eyes and noticing for the first time that where you had said they were light colored, I now see they are dark eyes, with a bit of mischief in them as if you knew a secret that you weren't sharing with me. Shrugging it off as my mistake I continued to let my gaze slide down the length of you.
Noticing strong arms and chest, narrow waist and strong hips, at the end of my eyes journey I began to think of other things you had said about yourself, including that though not fat you weren't in that good of shape. Now, figuring that you must have just been modest or had began to work out in the six months since we had met your body looked firm and hard. I was about to say to you that I had pictured you completely different than what I now see you are, when you broke the silence before my thought could be spoken.
"Why did you send the feather?" you asked.
Laughing for the first time in your presence, I asked a bit mischievously "Wouldn't you like to know?"
You laughed back as you commented, "Well, when I found it in the box, my first thought was; 'Why did you send this because in my opinion it was just too small to do anything with!"
Upon hearing that I laughed even harder sensing in your words the confusion you must have felt upon opening the box. So I began to explain that I had wanted to send it to imply things that could happen if you met up with me today. That it hadn't been meant to use but to just imply that it would be a romantic thing for us to do.
You said that you understood and had found it completely impossible to not show up today, needing for me to tell you why it had been included, also going on to explain, "Since I felt it was too small, I decided to upgrade it for you. I brought a bigger one to play with. Where do you want to start?"
I stared at you shocked that you would phrase it that way, yet could feel myself beginning to tingle at the thought of what you may have in mind for a bigger feather.
Sensing my shock, you smile and add, "Its okay. If at any time you decide you want for me to stop with the feather I will do so. No questions asked. I see how this could be weird and hard to do since you don't know me, but I don't want for us to regret not trying it out."
I smile, knowing you are right and nod my head saying, "Yes."; and then telling you that I have a robe in the bathroom and would like to go put it on.
You agree to wait for me to do whatever I need to do to make myself comfortable.