The sound of the computer signing on always made her excited. She looked forward to seeing if he was online. Her hands were shaking. She wanted to ask him something, something important, and it was a big step for her.
There he was. Christopher's screen name glowed on her screen and she couldn't help but smile. Hi she typed, and waited. His little smiley was his signature response to her hellos. She could barely contain herself. He has been asking her to meet with him for months, but she was too scared to say yes, he just about gave up asking. This time, she was going to surprise him and be the first to ask. How are you babe, he asked. Great, she replies, I have something to ask you. Shoot, he types back. She takes a deep breath and starts to type the well thought out way she decided to ask him. Well I know I have been a bit shy lately about meeting with you. We have been talking so long, I feel like I know you so well. And I think its time we met, in person, that is, if you still want to. She finished typing, held her breath and hit enter, and waited to see what he said. There wasn't an answer right away and she started to get nervous, her stomach clenching up a bit. Finally he sends her a little laughing smiley. He thinks I'm toying with him, she laughs to herself. So to show him she is serious she says, meet me at George's bar in 20 minutes, you have seen pictures – but do you think you will recognize me? Again it takes him a moment to respond and he says, absolutely I would know you in a crowd of thousands. See you soon, she types and signs off before she loses her nerve.
She had spent hours earlier that day trying to pick out the perfect outfit to accentuate her body. She had to look perfect. This man had changed her life, and she hoped he would want her as much as she wanted him.
He was sitting at the bar with a drink in his hand looking around. She could see him and he was just as gorgeous as he looked in his pictures. He didn't see her walk in – so she just stood and watched him for a moment – taking in his sandy brown hair and beautiful eyes. When he turned to her, standing framed in the doorway, he smiled. He did recognize her. She was so nervous she could barely move. He stood up and started toward her. God he is so hot, she thought to herself. The way his legs looked in those jeans was just about more then she could take. He had a single white rose for her. "Sam?" he stated more then asked and put the rose in her hand. A tingle ran through her when his fingers touched hers. They stood there for a long time just looking at each other. Finally she whispered, "Christopher, at last we meet" barely able to get the words out of her mouth. They both laughed. Sam leaned in to hug this man, the man who brought her out of a terrible depression, and made her want to live again. Before she realizes it, she is in his arms, warm and safe. She closes her eyes and can't help but take in his scent. She is so turned on by him, and she has never met him until this moment. She begins to wonder if she in out of her mind.
He puts his hand on the small of her back and she is a bit disappointed that he pulled away from her, and pulled her back to reality. They sit down and she has no idea what to say, she is just captivated by his eyes, his scent, his body. Her mind begins to wander about what she wants to do to him, and her nipples harden instantly. She looks down and tries to cross her arms to cover her body's betrayal of her feelings, but its too late he has seen her response and smiles. "So I'm not the only one who is a bit aroused by all this, eh?" he says. "Your beautiful when you blush Sam." She smiles and looks down. He takes the rose he had given her and places it in her hair, and smiles. How can this sumptuous man want her? He is Adonis and she is plain Jane. He takes her chin in his hand and says "Stop thinking that" as if he read her mind. "You know me so well" she sighs and laughs.
They talked for what seemed like hours. He was so close to her, her senses heightened. She clasped her hands around her drink to try to get her head together. Closing her eyes, she tries to concentrate on the cold glass in her hands, to clear the thoughts of him naked out of her head. When she opens her eyes he is inches from her face. She takes a quick breath in, and he brushes his lips against hers. A bolt of passion shoots through her body and she puts her hand on the side of his neck and gently pulls him back to her. She knew that it would feel like this. Like a million volts of electricity had just passed from his lips to hers. His hand tentatively moves to her face then down her neck. She can't restrain herself any longer. "Christopher... will you come back to my apartment?" He says yes before she can even finish her sentence. He tosses a few twenties on the table and in a moment they are up and out the door. He followed her to her apartment, and quickly walked hand in hand up to the door. She puts the key in the door and he stops her before she can open it. "Are you sure?" he asks, his excitement showing on his face. Always the gentleman she thinks, then smiles at him and turns the door handle to open the door. He wraps his arms around her waist, kissing her deeply and lifting her up and into her living room – pushing the door closed with his foot behind them.
Her heart was beating so hard she was afraid he could hear it. He gently put her down and she slipped off her shoes without leaving his embrace. She pulls his neatly tucked in shirt out of his jeans and unbuttons it. His chest was tanned and she can't help but running her hands over the smooth skin, up under the now open shirt pushing it off his shoulders. It falls to the floor silently.
He moves his hands down her neck to her waiting breasts. The shirt she picked out is spread over them tightly, and she had caught him looking at them several times that night. He stroked her nipples that were straining against the soft fabric. She let out a soft gasp and closed her eyes. Sam had dreamed about his hands on her body for so long, she began to wonder if this was real or another vivid creation of her mind. His hot breath on her neck proved this was all too real and she took his hand and led him to her bed.
Sitting on the edge of the bed he pulled her between his knees and looked up at her. His hands move to the hem of her shirt and run up under it, his hands resting on the warm skin just above her hips. As she looked down at him – she realized he has his eyes closed. "Are you ok?" she asked in a hushed voice, worried he had changed his mind. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. "You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this. I want to savor every touch, every curve of your body, every inch of your skin." Her nervousness melted away and she knew she was his to do with as he pleased.
Christopher slowly slid her pants down over her thighs, letting his fingers dance over the skin. A shiver rolled across her body like the wind across a wheat field. She pushed her hips close to his face and he kissed her belly. Sam ran her fingers through his hair, and let out a soft sigh. He stood up and slowly moved his hands up her body and pushed her shirt up and over her head. "Do you like what you see?" she asked tentatively, and he growled against her neck in approval. His response gave her a bit more confidence and she pushed him back on the bed. "Then maybe you will like this too...."
Walking over to the radio she pushed the button and sexy music flowed from the speakers. Slowly swinging her hips to the music, putting on a little show for him, Christopher's smile grew bigger and bigger, as well as another part of his anatomy. Pleased that he was enjoying her performance only added to her seductiveness. She paraded around the bed and teased him with idea of her taking off her clothes. His manhood was straining against his jean – begging to be freed. Reaching around to her back, and undoing the hooks on her bra made him sit up right on the mattress. Letting the straps fall, painfully slow made him lean forward on his hands and knees. Sam wondered how long she could hold off from letting it fall to the floor, and what would he do when she did. Turning her back to him she let the lace bra fall to the floor and she looked back over her shoulder.
