I wrote this story with a certain man in mind. Can't wait to meet you "R".
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It all began with a few instant messages and a few phone calls.
After spending some time reading the comments flying around in a chat room, I found the profile of a man, whom I found interesting. We chatted for an hour or so. During our chat, I found myself incredibly excited. We turned up the sexual heat, our typed words exciting one another. Our first chat ended with a phone call, and both of us having orgasms in each other's ears.
This continued for a few weeks. We "popped" in on each other for regular Tuesday meetings. It usually worked out the same each week. Chat for a few minutes and then call and fantasize with each other.
His voice excited me. His words, both typed and spoken lead me to fantastic orgasms, and wonderful masturbation fantasies. Since I am not regularly active with other men, my desire to be close to this man grew with every typed word, and every conversation. I just had to meet and spend time with him. I needed to feel his breath on my skin, and his lips on my lips.
We agreed to meet the following week instead of chatting or phoning. I had never experienced seven longer days in my life. The anticipation I felt drove me crazy. I found that I thought of him and our approaching meeting on a daily basis. I could not think straight, and I did not go for long, at any point during my days without feeling the excitement in my body.
Tuesday came, and I called him before leaving my house. I dreaded the possibility of our plans changing. However, all of my worries were for naught, our meeting was on. I drove the thirty miles to meet him at the agreed upon hotel just south of the city.
When I arrived at the hotel, I went straight to the room he told me he had reserved for us. My heart felt as it was going to explode as soon as I stepped into the elevator. During my ascent to the eleventh floor, I had a moment of fleeting doubt. I thought of getting back into my car and driving home. I wondered if I was acting prudently.
"Of course you're not acting prudently." I thought as the elevator door opened, and I stepped out. I was still admonishing myself when I knocked on the door to room 1123. I felt my heart jump into my throat. It was as if I were a sixteen-year-old kid again. I just knew that when he opened that door, he was going to laugh and tell me, "Ummmmm, sorry, but you're not my type." I should have exchanged pictures with him. Too late now!
I heard movement in the room, and suddenly the door was pulled open.
Standing in the doorway was a man to whom I was very attracted. I no longer had the desire to run, nor did I have any doubt about his attraction to me. His smile, and his out thrust hand, told me all I needed to know.
I took his hand as he gently pulled me into the room. When he shut the door behind me, he did exactly what he said he would do. His arms slid around my waist, mine around his, and we embraced. I instantly felt comfortable with him as we stood there in each other's arms. We pressed our bodies together, and it just felt natural.
Without a single word spoken, our heads tilted to opposite sides, and we kissed. We were like lovers who had been away for so long. I became instantly erect as his tongue parted my lips and entwined with mine. My arms slid from his waist, and wrapped around his neck in a natural movement. As we kissed, we swayed to some unheard music. There was nothing sexual in our kiss, just two men, needing to be close.
He broke our kiss, and led me by the hand into the sitting area of the suite. He guided me to the couch and told me to sit, and after pouring glasses of wine, he sat next to me.
I turned to face him with my right leg on the couch and my ankle under my left. I took the glass, and stared into his eyes while stretching my arm out to rest it on his thigh.
We talked comfortably for a few minutes about each other's drive, about the room and about how much we both had looked forward to our meeting.
"I am very attracted to you." Rodney confessed.
"And I can't believe how easy you have already made me feel." I said in return.
His hand slid over top of mine, we leaned toward each other and kissed again. However, this time, our kisses were more directed and more passionate. We were both clearly excited and our need to be intimate directed our actions. I must say, it was difficult to keep from spilling my wine.
Our conversation began again, and we chatted about all sorts of things. We drank our first glasses of wine, and never refilled them. Our fingers were interlaced, and then apart. Fingers traveled up pant legs to feel bare skin. As we exchanged more kisses, more desire filled the air.