| Straight: Online Lovers: A Night with Laura (1/4) |
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I drove 4 hours just to meet her. We spent a long time on the Internet chatting and emailing back and forth. We knew each other's interests and enjoyed talking about them. We even moved to speaking on the phone. That's when I mentioned I would be close to where she was. She, and it was a complete shock to me, asked me to visit her and stay at her place for the weekend. How could I say no? The 4 hour drive seemed to take 24 hours. I had never seen her picture and she had never seen mine. All I knew is she was a BBW and all she knew is I wanted to meet her. I spent the entire drive wondering about her. What does she look like? Will she like how I look? Am I wearing the right clothes? What would we do? Would we get along once I got there? The questions beat my mind into a frenzy of worry. She told me to meet her at a parking lot near where she lived since her house was far out in the country and I'd never find it by myself. I figured this was true, but also I figured this as a way out for both of us. If the spark just didn't happen. I pulled into the parking lot. Her car was the only one there. I parked next to her and we both stepped out together. Instantly I knew the drive was worth it. She stood before me in a beautiful full-length skirt and tight blouse. She was more beautiful than I could have hoped. Her black hair fell across her shoulders, the wind swaying it slightly as if angels were playing with it. Her eyes, blue, deep, and sensual pierced me to my soul. Her lips, full, deep, and red almost beckoned me to kiss her on the spot. "Hi," she said, "I'm Laura, and you must be Kevin." My mouth dry, but I was able to croak out a "Yes." "Well, do I get a hug?" She asked. Without hesitation I moved towards her. Embracing her full body in my arms. I could have stayed in this parking lot, in her arms for hours. Feeling her breasts push against me, her full thighs rub against my legs. Yet I broke the embrace, embarrassed as my cock began to throb and grow with the feeling of her body. I hoped she didn't feel it. I didn't want her to think I was some pervert from the net. "Follow me back to my place, I've made us dinner and I have a nice bottle of wine open and breathing," she said stepping into her car. I followed her. She was right, there was no way I could have found her house by myself. Her house was an old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. Rustic and warm. We stepped inside and she invited me to sit down at the table. She started dishing up dinner. "I hope you like pot roast," she said as she laid two dishes on the table. It could have been a bowl of cereal with old milk at this point, as long as I was near her I could care less. She poured a glass of merlot for each of us. We ate and made small talk through dinner. We spoke of my drive, her house, our jobs, the oddity of meeting on the net. We finished dinner and we both cleared the table. I |
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So sexily delicious
