Authors' Note: The following is a narrative of a purely fictitious encounter ... we think. The authors have used their user ID's for the Literotica site but there is no proof that the events of this narrative actually occurred ... or not. Use your imagination, dear reader, and decide for yourself what's real.
Techsan:
We had met online at an adult website called Literotica. It was quite by accident that we met because there were literally thousands of people who used the website, either for reading stories, posting stories they had written, looking for erotica or simply chatting with other adults without being concerned about whether or not they were "politically correct." At first it was just innocent chatter about anything and everything, most of it with a sexual overtone but some of it just humorous nonsense.
It didn't take me long to realize that I really enjoyed Jail's sense of humor. It started with her username, an oddity I thought until I found out that it was a take-off on her career in Corrections. Interestingly, my own was similarly taken from my career in computer systems work. The more we chatted, the more we laughed, the more we were drawn to each other.
Before long, our chatting took on a steamier tone. Both of us were in reasonably sexless real life situations although it became obvious that we both enjoyed sexual activity far more than we were experiencing it. A mutual attraction began to develop and we exchanged Private Messages and emails as well as the comments in the threads, which made other thread users begin to comment about us needing to "get a room."
At first it seemed impossible. We didn't even live in the same countries, let alone near each other. And the demands of the real world made anything more realistic seem completely out of the realm of belief. However to my amazement, Jail often encouraged me to not rule out the possibility of a real life encounter ... after all, life is made up of the unexpected. I thought it was a very remote possibility. Nevertheless I kept in the back of my mind a little germ of the idea that someday we might actually meet in real life.
In the meantime, Jail provided me with untold numbers of wonderful dreams. And I don't mean just the kind you have at night either. As I went through my daily routine, I often found myself thinking about her and what it would be like to meet her in person. At night the dreams invariably ended as wet dreams, involving me ravishing her sweet body over and over (yes, all out of proportion to real life) until we lay exhausted and completely sated. During the daytime, I relived many of those same dreams as I went about my work. I had to make some minor changes in my wardrobe; I could no longer wear light colored pants such as khaki colored Dockers because the wet spots showed through. So those pants went into the "around the house only" category and I added some new darker colors that wouldn't show my predicament. I did have to manufacture some new techniques for covering "pants tent" conditions but that was something I could live with.
Then came the day my boss informed me that, in order to maintain my current certification, I would be required to take a week-long class in network advances. The vendor that our company used was giving the class in four different locations and I could take my pick as long as the dates worked into our project schedule. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw that one of the locations was Jail's home city. Immediately my heart leaped into my throat at concern about the project I was working on. It was scheduled to end three weeks after the class date. No way could I miss the end of that project.
Or was there? Back at my desk, I began to rework the project schedule. If I extended my workday and work some weekends, I might be able to make it work. I talked with the boss and convinced him to let me try to work it in.
I called Jail that evening and she was delighted that we might get together. Our excitement began to show immediately in our postings, PMs and emails and the closer it got to time for the trip, the more excited we got. I could only hope that I would not be a disappointment to Jail when we finally met. I knew there was no way that she would not exceed my greatest expectations.
I flew in the Sunday afternoon before the first class on Monday. Using a rental car, I drove to the hotel where the class would be conducted and checked in. Most of the out-of-town attendees were booked into the same hotel.
Jail and I had made plans to meet at her place that evening. I had several hours to wait and pored nervously over the city map I had bought until I thought I knew the route by heart. Still the time dragged by. I showered and donned fresh clothes, then headed out too early but too antsy to sit still. Sure enough I found her place with no trouble and was there a half-hour too early. Driving around, I killed a little time, finally coming back to her door just a few minutes before the agreed time.
She answered the door rather quickly and drew me inside with a warm smile. She was every bit as beautiful as I had imagined, with just a hint of impishness in her eyes. After a short greeting, she led me into her living room so we could get acquainted ... this time for real.
Jail:
We were sitting together on a sofa. Sipping something refreshing while we lightly chatted to get over our nervousness. As time went on, one or both of us began to move closer to the other, with the occasional gentle touch on the hand or thigh.
As evening fell and the air outside got colder, Techsan stood up and offered to light a fire to keep us warm. I smiled back at him, telling him it would be lovely. While his back was turned, I slipped out of my sweater and tossed it over the back of the sofa. He returned, offered to refill our glasses, then settled back beside me and nonchalantly he draped his arm over my shoulder. I turned slightly towards him, kissing his cheek. Both our cheeks were flushed as we felt that instant spark, that instant magic in our touches.
Techsan brought his lips to my ear and nibbled on my earlobe. This gesture definitely got me hot and, well, a bit moist. My hand slid down his chest, over his tummy, and rested discretely on his impending bulge. He moaned softly in my ear. I knew he wanted more and so did I. He turned my lips to his, kissing me deeply, tenderly. I moaned softly into his mouth as our tongues entwined. My fingers began to fumble with the zipper of his jeans, which caused him to gasp.
Techsan:
I had to restrain myself to keep from jumping on Jail and ravishing her body. Instead a little logic somehow prevailed as an inner voice told me "it will be better if it lasts longer."
I broke our kiss long enough to place small smooches on Jail's cheeks, nose, both eyelids and across her forehead, before our lips locked again, gently letting our tongues intertwine. She tasted so ... so ... so delicious that I was nearly delirious. While one arm held her close to my chest, the other hand roamed over her shoulder and down, gently cupping her breast. This time it was Jail that moaned into my mouth.