I had never even seen a picture of Alex before I got on a plane to meet her. We had been emailing one another for months. We usually talked about sex, and the sex stories I posted online, and her own plans for publishing a book about her sex life. Every now and then the conversations would get flirty, but they never turned into anything promising.
Believe it or not, there was a time when just writing sexy stories online could lead to something more. This was in the early 2000s when lots of people were online but they were still skeptical about actually meeting someone. I was writing smut on a blogging site where you could occasionally make a genuine connection with other people who just enjoyed writing or were looking for attention.
I was 24 and single. I was finally starting to save up some money after paying off like last college debts. I was eager to travel, but my friends were all broke or in relationships. The idea of traveling by myself seemed sad and lonely. Alex lived in Phoenix and invited me to come visit.
"You can even stay with me," she wrote. "But if you're a creep I will throw you out."
I'd met one woman online at that point. She was a college freshman who lived in the next state and we'd had an on-again-off-again sexual relationship that was never likely to lead to anything more.
I didn't know if meeting Alex would lead to sex. She was five years older than me-which seems like a lot in your twenties-and successful. I didn't even know what she looked like, other than her own description of being fit and attractive with long brown hair. But she was unapologetically promiscuous and very candid about it. She'd been with women and men. She'd fucked people at work and bragged about using her appearance to get ahead. She'd traveled the world and never spent a dime of her own money, or so she said. She had no interest in relationships and felt like settling down was something she'd worry about in her thirties.
We exchanged cell phone numbers and talked on the phone a few days before my flight. Alex had a bubbly personality and was easy to talk to. She also wasn't lacking in self-assurance. We made each other laugh. I felt certain the weekend wouldn't be too awkward.
My heart started racing when I got off the plane. Most of it was irrational. What if she saw me and just drove off? That seemed unlikely since this wasn't supposed to be a romantic encounter. But what if she wasn't real? Maybe it was just some asshole in another city playing a horrible prank who'd suckered me into a wild goose chase.
I called Alex standing on the curb outside the Phoenix airport. It was a mild winter day. She had been circling and it didn't take her long to find me. I took a deep breath and climbed into her Honda SUV.
Alex hadn't been lying about her appearance. If anything, she'd probably undersold herself. She was Hispanic with big brown eyes and straight, dark hair with blond streaks. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she had straight bangs.
She looked incredibly fit. I knew she was a tennis player. She was short, with high tits that were a little too big for her frame. She had a big smile and a little gap between her front teeth. She spoke with a trace of a Mexican accent. I was at ease before we'd even left the airport.
"So do you want to get dinner?" she asked. "Or drop your things off first? I'm a little overdressed."
She'd come from work and black pin-striped skirt and black button-down blouse with stockings and heels.
"Your call," I told her. "You're the host."
"Let's do dinner first, then" she said. "Then we can relax."
She took me to a place that served southwestern cuisine and we ate and each had a couple of margaritas. She talked about things we could do over the weekend. There wasn't any flirting. When she used innuendo it was more like a stoner chick going for a laugh. Because she was older and a little intimidating I wasn't sure how to move things in that direction. I also didn't want to ruin the weekend and my little vacation. I had to look at the trip as a chance to get away and not just a cross country booty call.
Alex lived in a luxury apartment in the suburbs with a view of a little mountain park. She'd rented a couple of movies that we talked about that week on the phone and put one on. We split a bottle of wine and watched the movie and joked around. It felt like being with an old friend. She had pictures around her apartment of her in places like the Medditeranean and Hawaii, usually showing off her hard brown body in a bikini. Sometimes with older men. I didn't ask any questions.
After dinner and the movie it was getting pretty late. I was buzzed and could tell she was, too.
"I think it's time for bed," she said.
My bag was still in the foyeur. The apartment was big, but it was obviously a one bedroom. I assumed I would be sleeping on the sofa, which didn't look very comfortable. But it was only two nights.
I stood up with Alex.
"Do you have an extra pillow for out here?" I asked.
She gave me a quizzical look.
"Why? You have a problem sleeping in the bed? I don't snore."
"Oh, no," I responded in a joking tone. "I meant for you. I assumed I got the bed to myself as a guest."
"Well if that's what you want," she teased. "But then there is no chance I wake you up with a blow job in the middle of the night."
"Oh," I said. "Well when you put it that way..."
"I thought you'd see things my way," she said. "Are we done wasting time? Let's go have sex."
Twice in college I was bluntly propositioned for sex. One time by an ex-girlfriend I was tutoring in calculus and once by a woman I'd dated on-and-off at a party. The kind of thing everyone has experienced a time or two.
Alex's proposition was a casual and matter-of-fact as when she asked me earlier if I wanted to get dinner. There hadn't been any flirting. There was no sexual tension. No touching. No kissing. Nothing that could be considered romantic.
"Yeah," I answered, "Let's do that."
She took my hand playfully and guided me to her bedroom. It was dominated by a big king sized bed that was already turned down and dressed in silky white sheets.
Alex turned and looked at me. She batted her big brown eyes.
"I like to kiss," she said. "Just because I'm not your girlfriend doesn't mean you can get away with no kissing."
I couldn't imagine not kissing her. She had beautiful, plump lips. I wrapped an arm around her small waist and pulled her close. We kissed for the first time.
"Mm," she moaned. "Very nice. You can't be sure with guys your age. Do you want to undress me or watch? You're not one of those guys who just strips down in a rush, are you?"
"I'd like to watch," I said.
I had never been with a woman like her. I'd barely been with any women at all. Most of my experience was with college girls still getting comfortable with sex. Alex wasn't beautiful-she was cute-but she had a phenomenal body. And she was so confident. I couldn't imagine her ever experiencing a moment of self-doubt.
She'd taken off her heels and changed into jeans before watching the movie. She still had on the silky button down blouse.
She unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans. Her panties had a black and white swirl pattern and lace trim. She turned around and made a show of revealing her ass. She bent at the waist and lowered her jeans. She wiggled her tight butt for my benefit.
Alex spun back around and gave me a naughty smile. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and rock hard. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra matched her panties. Her brown tits looked ready to pop out of the top.
She let the blouse dangle open and hitched a thumb in her panties. She cocked a hip.
"Do you like what you see?"
I nodded.
"Do you think I'm sexy?"
"Of course."
"Do you want to fuck me?"
"Please."
I stood up and walked over to her. We kissed. Her tongue slid into my mouth. I slid her blouse off her shoulders. She unbuttoned my shirt and helped me out of it. My jeans came next. She tugged them down along with my shorts. She dropped her her knees and pulled my pants and underwear all the way off.
My hard cock was in her face. Alex took it in her hand. She licked it from base to tip. She wrapped her lips around the head and gave a few twists of her head.
"You're so hard," she said. "And you've got such a nice cock."
"I wanna see those tits," I told her.
"Oh yeah? The best money can buy," she said with a smile.
She took off her bra. And she wasn't kidding. They were amazing. Like Salma Hayek. I'd never seen tits that impressive. Not even in a strip club.
