They had known each other for quite a while. Phone calls, emails and text messages were all part of the daily routine for Rhiannon and Steve. Despite all the communication between the two, they never really got the chance to see each other much.
Now, if anyone had ever eavesdropped on a conversation between them, one would have sworn that they were old friends, maybe even lovers. The amount of racy email back and forth could fill volumes of the finest erotic literature available. Rhiannon and Steve had to settle for written and spoken conversation because their careers and lives had them on paths that did not often cross. When they did manage to get together, their meetings always seemed too short and they always parted company feeling that they wanted something more.
Today, they both secretly hoped would be different. Rhiannon was an educational consultant and Steve worked as a marketing consultant for a liquor company. About once a month, they found themselves in the same city and this weekend they would have four days in the same place.
Friday they both had conferences and meetings for work, but had arranged to meet at the last bar Steve had to consult. All afternoon, Steve found it hard to concentrate on the task at hand. He kept wondering if she was going to show. All too many times, one of them had to break an engagement due to work.
On the other side of town, Rhiannon felt a similar distraction. She did her best to get through the lecture she was giving on the importance of computers in schools. As she finished and sat to listen to the next speaker, her mind drifted back to the last online exchange between her and Steve. It had been very hot and heavy – full of the online flirting they had grown accustomed to.
Steve had described in vivid detail just how he if he could, he would eat her pussy; spreading the folds of her labia and running his tongue along her clit. Gently pinching her nipples with his right hand as he moved his left index finger slowly around inside her. Rhiannon responded in the email how she would start grabbing his head as she got more excited.
Steve typed that he could feel her pussy drawing him into her and that his cock was getting hard. Rhiannon suggested that they virtually change positions, so she could suck him as he ate her. At this point Rhiannon remembered how she knew they were both typing with one hand – helping the other to a real orgasm.
Sitting in that lecture hall at that moment, and thinking of how Steve could make her wet with mere words had started the all too familiar warm feeling in her loins. She moved around slightly rubbing her legs together – grateful that there was a covered table between her and the audience of young teachers. As the lecture continued, Rhiannon’s thoughts once again returned to last week’s online chat. She had used that experience all week when she masturbated. Each time she relived Steve’s words, she could almost feel what he was typing. Whether it was the way he talked about gently licking her nipples or the way he described how tight her pussy felt around his cock.
She loved to write back with Steve and tell him how she would suck his cock; she would talk about texture and girth. Having actually never seen each other’s sex – Steve and Rhiannon somehow managed to paint pictures of each other that were very flattering. It came from the times that they had met she concluded. Even without seeing each other naked, the two could imagine the correct face, body type and expressions. With all of these thoughts running through her head, her left hand had started to run down to her pussy, when she was suddenly shaken back into reality.
“Do you think that our children are too dependant on online communication and will lose that personal touch?” Someone from the audience asked her. “Um… no,” Rhiannon said. “It is important for everyone, no matter how much they use the internet to keep some personal – physical contact with certain people. That is how we grow our feelings as well.” It was at the moment she decided she needed to practice what she had just preached. Rhiannon could not wait to get out of the conference.
Back at the bar, Steve’s young apprentice was staring at all the girls.
“Steve, you’ve been working way to hard. This event is done in half an hour, what do you say we pick up a few of the local talent and show them what two guys from New York can do to a girl.” Gerry said.
Steve’s reply was simple, “Ger, stay focused on the job. And have a little respect. I don’t care if you do the one night stand routine at home, but never, ever pull that shit while representing my company. Always go to another bar nowhere near the job if you need to get your rocks off. I don’t want any harassment suits and I don’t want any assholes working for me. Got it?”
“Jeez, Steve – you really do need to get laid! I know the rules. There’s a strip club the next town over and I think I need to take you there. Loosen up buddy.”
“Sorry man, I came down a little hard, don’t worry about me. You go have fun – find Ms. Right Now. Anyway, I’m gonna see an old friend tonight.”
The conference had let out and Rhiannon raced to her car and onto the highway. Soon she was only 15 minutes away from the bar Steve was meeting her at and she was suddenly stuck in traffic. “Damn! Why now?” she wondered aloud.
As traffic crawled along, Rhiannon cursed herself for forgetting her cell phone at home. She just hoped Steve would stay and wait for her. She wanted so much to feel his arms around her as they hugged. She was still unsure if she could break through the mental wall and actually live out the scenes that had flashed through her head countless times before. Her mind took the opportunity to drift back to the phone sex they had the month before.
She loved to hear Steve’s breathing become more labored when he was close to cumming. She thought of how he kept talking her into an orgasm as he stroked himself on the other end of the line. Just the like the cyber-sex – she could feel what she imagined his prick to be inside her. She wanted so much to touch him, feel all of his body. With her whole being she wanted to make love with him. She wanted to touch herself right there – stuck in traffic, but didn’t want to pique too soon. Tonight, if fate would allow, she would offer herself to Steve… she hoped.
It was an hour later than Rhiannon was supposed to meet him, and Steve was starting to get worried. He kept checking his cell phone, wondering if she’d call. He looked at the phone and remembered the last time he heard Rhiannon’s voice beg him to lick her pussy. He remembered how vivid the feeling was that he could almost taste her, smell her aroma. He liked that their conversations had become so descript that his other senses could compensate for the lack of a real partner. “Maybe these virtual reality people have a point, I may have to invest…” his thoughts trailed off as he saw her come through the door. He was glad he had dismissed his apprentice half an hour ago, because Steve’s cock was instantly hard when he saw Rhiannon in a very simple summer dress.
