© Suzie Samuels 2000 Do not reproduce without permission

Having arrived on my schedule not your schedule, I had
the opportunity to bathe and dress for him. I did my hair, 
makeup and cleaned my teeth, removing all traces of 
hubby with a douche. I wanted to meet him, just as me.

I want this to happen, but I do not want to flaunt it
in his face, in case he just wants to meet, talk and
shake hands and then leave. ‘Oh, I hope Geoff wants it
as much as I do.” So when I unpacked my toys and
scarves that he requested I placed them out of sight
in a drawer. I brought my butterfly, my life like
vibrating dildo, my butt plug, my new mini vibrator
and some beads. Yes, and some condoms, too. As I am
doing all this I wonder if I have dreamt this whole
scenario or if he really will arrive. I unpacked
dressed only in my new white bra and stay ups. I
couldn’t resist them when I went to see the Bitch, my
friendly adult retail entrepreneur, today. 

The room is a little chilly this way and since I
expect not to wear much once he arrives I better turn
up the heat. “It is cool dressed this way, but it will
warm up once Geoff arrives.” I muse to my reflection
in the mirror. I slipped my dress on over my head, a
short, sleeveless slinky thing. Then added my long
clunky necklace and matching earrings. Checking myself
in the mirror, I said, “I guess that’s all I can offer
you. Nay I look slutty like this.” I walked to the
closet and took out my black jacket. I put if on to
finalize the outfit. “I think I better wear this at
first; I don’t want to be too much of a slut.” I laugh
at my own private joke about being a slut. The heat is
on now and it feels good. I pad around in my stocking
feet and straightened and fixed this and that. I
tossed the jacket on the bed, so I could grab it
quickly when he knocked.

I turned lights on and off testing which combination
gives the room the ambiance I wanted and settle on
only the floor lamp in the far corner and the bathroom
light with the door almost closed. “Gawd, I wish we
could do all of this in the dark maybe then Geoff will
not notice that I don’t have that perfect body. Damn,
why can’t I stick to a diet?” 

I whisper to myself as I sit down. It feels very weird
not wearing any panties. ‘Oh, so strange.’ I attempted
to read and was mildly successful until the phone
rang. I jumped right out of the chair. ‘Did I tell
hubby which hotel? Can it be you?’ I stood for a
moment with my hand on the receiver; I took a deep
breath, “Hello.” My heart stopped when I heard his
voice, he sounded like he was in the next room, well I
guess he could be after all he was suppose to be in
the same hotel. I am convinced that the only reason he
would call is to say he isn’t coming. My terror caused
my heart to beat so loud I was sure that he would be
able to hear it.

“Suzie I am here, we arrived about half an hour ago.”
I quickly looked over at the digital clock judging
your timeliness; I did one of those nonverbal facial
expressions that indicate that I am impressed to my
reverse image in the mirror. “But we are going to get
something to eat first. I should be finished in about
three-quarters of an hour. I will see you soon, OK.”

Suzie you are still okay with this, aren’t you?” My
heart soared he was here. I guess my response wasn’t
quite as fast as it should be for he repeated the
question. “Suzie, you are still okay with it, aren’t
you?” 

“Oh, Gawd, yes Geoff. I can hardly wait.” I huskily
whispered cradling the mouthpiece. He chuckled at my
response. I could only imagine what he was thinking.
“I will be here when you are finished.”

“Geoff, only come if you can get away from your wife
without causing a problem for as much as I want to see
you, nothing can interfere with that. My heart will
break but she has to come first after all, this is her
vacation.” I hated myself as I said it, but it had to
be said again. There had to be the escape routes for
both of us; and he had given me mine, so I gave him
his. I crossed my fingers as I said it.

“I have to go, I see the waiter heading for our table,
but I will be there.” He said with an emphasis on the
last part of his statement, the line went dead as soon
as his final word was spoken. 

I sank to the edge of the bed as I hung up the phone,
‘Damn it, Suzie, why didn’t you get dinner first.’ I
sat there trying to figure out what to do, until then
I had been too nervous to eat, but now that Geoff had
called I am ravenous. I laughed to myself as I
visualized myself walking into the restaurant,
chatting with the hostess as she seated me, laughing
at something she said and watched to see which man
nearly chokes when he heard my laughter because I knew
he would recognize it. “No you cannot do anything like
that to Geoff or he will not come, so just starve; it
won’t hurt you to miss a meal and maybe he will feed
you, Suzie.” I talked away to my image in the mirror.
It would be nice just to have a glimpse of Janet but
not fair since he can’t see Paul. 

I slipped into my black high heels before I walked
back to the celery green upholstered tub chair and
flopped into it and laid my head over the back and
stared at the ceiling. “He is here. He is here. Yes!”

I tried to amuse myself with my book and then the TV,
and ended up looking out the window at the snow and
thinking about him. Where will it go? The snow has
just started and it swirled around on the rooftop
across the street. I watched it and rubbed my bare
arms; it made me cold just watching it. The wait
seemed insurmountable as I wait for the knock on my
door, his knock. I went back and sat down again taking
the TV changer in my hand I flipped through the cycle
once and as I started through the second time; it
happens.

His knock echoed through the room or did it just echo
through my head. As if he is a long lost friend, I
sprint to the door grabbing my jacket and tossing it
on for fear he would leave. It would have broken my
heart if he had left because I took too long to
answer. With my left hand on the doorknob I
momentarily wondered if I should look through that
little peephole. No that is not right, certainly would
be unfair, so I opened the door quickly, hopefully
portraying confidence. “Hello, Geoff. Come in,
please.” I sounded wooden even to myself.

He stepped across the threshold and pushed the door
closed. ‘Do we shake hands or what?’ I wonder. Geoff
made the decision his arms reached out to me and in
this tiny vestibule I am in his arms. He pulled me
close, I look into his eyes for the first time. He
smelled of mouthwash and aftershave, a nice spicy
scent that stayed with me ever since. “Hello Suzie, I
have been looking forward to meeting you.” With that
he pulled me to his mouth, my hands slide up his arms
and around his neck, my hands curling into his short,
very soft hair, as he closed the distance to my lips.
The moment our lips touched a sigh escaped from each
of our lips. This is the moment we have waited for,
our first kiss. It is strange how natural it seemed to
be in his arms with his lips exploring mine urging
mine to yield to his. His tongue possessed me circling
around my lips just before his tongue slipped into my
aching mouth. ‘Oh, heaven.’ For several minutes we
were lost just in this dance as our tongues are
engaged in as they map the other’s mouth. 

Coming up for air, “ Aren’t you going to invite me in,
Suzie?” Geoff asked, each of his hands full of my ass
cheeks. 

“Oh of course, Geoff, come in.” I said taking his hand
we walked past the bed into the sitting area. I had
instant stage fright, well I guess that is what it
was; I don’t know what to say or where to look or sit.
‘Hell what am I supposed to do now?’ I mused. I look
at him and I in the mirror; it is sort of an out of
body experience to see him and I together after all
this time and the soft lighting makes it seem even
more intense. I am in a strange hotel with a strange 
man in the shortest dress I owned and I had no
panties on to top things off or is that to bottom
things off. ‘What has become of me? What have you
turned me into? No, that is not fair, he did not
kidnap me or anything.’ I willingly had come to meet
him, here where we are both strangers. We share
another kiss and he held me tight while we looked at
our image in the mirror. For a minute I was afraid the
awkwardness would spoil our time together, but I don’t
know where to go with it.

He came to the rescue. “What toys did you bring with
you, Suzie? How about you show me?” Geoff’s arms loosened
around me and I turned my back on him and stepped to
the low dresser. I had previously arranged everything
that is to say, my toys and scarves, lots of silk
scarves, in the top middle drawer. I opened the drawer
and leaned forward without thinking about what happens
to this slinky material when you bend over. What a
sight I must have been with no panties. My head
snapped up and I gasped “Ugh” as he drove the fingers
of his right hand up my pussy. His aim was dead center
as he entered me, pushing into my secret hole. My
shallow nervous breathing is gone as I gasped taking
in great gulps of air. I closed my eyes once the
initial shock was over reveling in the feel, Geoff’s
first entry into me. His left hand held my left
shoulder so I couldn’t pull away as he pushed even in
deeper into the soft folds of my cunt. I looked over
my shoulder as he chuckling said. “Now lets see what
you have in there, Suzie.” His voice in my ear is just
like all the times we had chatted and talked and my
brain totally disengaged as my body took over just
like it always has when he speaks to me; I pushed back
on his fingers.

“See here is my butterfly.” I held it up as I spoke
trying very hard to sound normal, well at least as
normal as a woman could sound with a strange man’s
fingers shoved up my pussy prying me open. 

“Give it here. Let’s see that thing. I didn’t realize
that there was a dilido attached to it also. I wonder
if you really like it, lets see Suzie.” He traded his
hand for my butterfly up my cunt and as he turned it
on high pushing it up into me. He mused, “I didn’t
realize you had a fancy one with its own little cock.
Now I see why you like it so much.” Never had my
little purple butterfly ever had such an effect on me.
He ground it up hard against my clit it worked its
magic. I could not help but moan softly from its
effect as I experienced the first of the night’s
climaxes. He left it up me as he massaged my breasts
hard.

He reached down and in one fluid movement he lifted my
dress over my head. My necklace clucks over my tits. I
reached up and pull it off and tossed it on the
dresser. I am left standing before you with my
earrings, bra, and stay ups and black heels plus my
butterfly; its black straps just hung down between my
legs. I fought to keep my butterfly from being a
victim of gravity as my cunt convulsed around it. 

Geoff’s hands encircled me as he deftly unhooked my
bra; as a result it loosened but still covered over my
breasts. His hands purposely and yet as in slow motion
ran forward towards my breasts lifting my bra away
from my hot skin on the way to his goal. A shiver ram
through me as he lifted my bra off my breasts freeing
them. I closed my eyes, as his hands touched my
breasts for the first time, weighing, assessing them
and I am afraid I won’t measure up to his
expectations. His fingers caressed, sought and found
my nipples, he rolled them felt them between his thumb
and forefingers. My useless bra he tossed away. My
nipples hardened even more as the cool air touched
them. He pulled me up and lowered his head and his
supple lips sought; found their treasure… my nipple. A
sigh escaped from each of us, mine from the pure
ecstasy of his capture of my right nipple. The cause
of his sigh I could only guess at, but my nipple felt
his sigh vibrate around it. My hands held him to my
nipple wishing never to let him go. Since he only had
one mouth and I have two nipples he greedily moved
from one to the other and with every reversal he
sighed and pulled me tighter and the ache between my
legs grew more intense.

His left arm continued to hold me to him as his right
snaked down over my belly, a caressing here, a
pinching there, he circled my navel and slid all the
way to my bush. I loved the feel of him exploring me
for the first time. Still biting and sucking my nipple
his hand slips in to my labia and as if he had radar
he landed on my clit. The combined effect of his mouth
on my nipple, my clit now under his control and my
relentless butterfly are just too much for me and my
body arched up into you; a moan signaled that the
combination is just too much for my body. I climaxed
in his arms. I pull him up, needing him to capture my
mouth and tongue fuck me to add to my urgency. My body
convulses in his arms.

I reach for his rock hard cock, he jumped against my
thighs and my crotch blocked by his hand from further
exploration. It feels as if the two of him are
fighting for the right of ownership of my genitalia
channel. My vagina is still blocked by the insistent
vibrator but it is him I ache for, for his cock to
enter me, to possess what I have shared cyber with him
so long. He, his cock, I am sure knows that I need him
to enter me as much as I want him to take ownership of
me. But he seemed reluctant to give him his head or
reluctant to remove his hand from my clit.

His hand moved up away from my clit leaving a wet
track across my belly. He paused at my nipples and he
took each hand and twisted my nipples extremely hard
pulling them upward. I grimaced and groaned with the
pain. He released my nipples and I bit my lip as they
sprang back into place. He placed his hands on my
shoulders pushed me downward with increasing pressure
to make me yield to his demands. I looked into his
eyes trying to understand what he wanted me to do. He
smiles. He nodded and looked down. “Yes Suzie, it is
time.”

I nodded and dropped to my knees in front of him, his
cock now erect was at the perfect height for my
ministrations. He was still fully clothed and I am
totally nude except for my stay ups. I caught a view
of us in the big mirror on the other side of the room
and though it unsettled me it did not terrify me as it
should have considering that I know nothing of him
other that the illusions we have shared on the chat
line. I put all thoughts out of my mind except for his
cock, which was in my face. I leaned in and kissed the
hard bulge that was very evident through his jeans. I
am too close to undo his jeans so I leaned back on my
heels to put myself at a better position to undo his
zipper. I started to reach for it and his hand stayed
mine. I guessed I was not to undo his wide black belt,
I reached for him, again his hands say no. I looked up
into his eyes and he gave me a slight shake of his
head; I was perplexed. His hands wove into my hair and
he pulled and held me to his cock; I am to kiss and
nozzle him through his jeans. I kissed his cock and
took my hands and rolled his hard balls around in my
hands. 

He stepped back, turned and quickly striped except for
his black silk boxers. I had remained in position, on
my knees while he undressed. He turned back and
stepped up to my face and pushed my head into his now
nearly totally erect penis. I breathe deeply with my
face against his boxers and his individual musk
overwhelmed me. I leaned forward, kissed and nuzzled
the bulge of his cock. Then with shaking hands I
reached up and took the band of his silk boxers and
pulled the elastic out and carefully lowered them off
his cock, so hard and hot. His foreskin is already
slipping back exposing his sensitive head. I looked. I
kissed. Opening my mouth I leaned towards him and
sucked him into my wet mouth. ‘Oh my gawd, I am here,
I am sucking your cock. Oh my gawd.’ I tasted his
precum. I felt him, his cock, jump in my mouth.
Sucking, I impaled myself on his cock. Geoff’s hands
held me to him. My nose pressed into his belly. My
mouth filled to overflowing. He groaned. I am not sure
whether it is in pain, or ecstasy. He held me in
place, so I assumed it was not pain. I could have
stayed here forever, sucking and sucking him, waiting
for the explosion of his cum into the back of my
throat. He released my head, pulled out of my mouth
and stepped away. 

“Turn around, bend over, put your head on the floor,
ass high.” I momentarily wondered what might be in
this hotel carpet. Your own dirt you don’t like but it
is yours, but this is strangers’ dirt. ‘Can I do this?
Is it sanitary?’ All these thoughts fly through my
mind as I lower my head almost to the floor. “No all
the way, head on the floor. That’s it. Stay.” His
fingers explored while I am sure his eyes drank in the
sight. He reached for my big vibrator and took it and
‘Oh my Gawd, he is opening me down there, looking at
me, seeing everything. Oh even my husband doesn’t do
this.’ My flight response wanted to run, to flee at
this moment. Not giving me time to take off or to
change my mind, he rammed my dry vibrator into my
cunt, driving it up to the hilt. ‘Yes, that’s what I
want. I want him to look; I want to feel me; to
possess that which is mine that I want to give him as
I have cyber for so many months.’ He rammed me hard
enough that my cheek scraped along the carpet. It
flashed through my mind ‘How do I explain a rug burn?’

He sat in one of the celery green basket chairs, sort
of flopped in it. “Where are your clips? Get them.” 

I step to the open toy drawer and take them out. They
are silver colored nipple clamps with a 5-inch chain
between them. Each claw is covered in a soft black
plastic tip. The tension can be adjusted. Bringing
them to him, I knelt between his splayed legs. He
pulled on each tit in turn, pulling hard and twisting.
When he figured each nipple was erect enough he
attached the clamp and watched my face to gauge my
reaction. I can take it. He increased the tension and
when he was satisfied that they would not pull off he
held the chain and told me to lean back on my heels.
We watched my nipples extend, the tip swelling beyond
the clamp. I grimaced and he released me and I fought
not to fall back. My nipples while tender, remarkably
were okay.

I moved into him to take his cock in my eager mouth. I
moaned, my moan vibrating around his cock. I moved up
and we shared a kiss, deep and sensual. “Can you taste
your precum in my mouth?” I ask as we part. Geoff
smiled and nodded

Geoff reached over bending and grabbing his pants; he
removed a small, white food closure from his pocket.
“Open your legs wide.” He opened my labia and I
watched as he placed it over my clit.

I bit my lower lip, and can’t help but wince, uttering
“OW! That hurts!” as it slipped off my clit and fell
to the carpeted floor. Fortunately for my clit he let
it lie there. 

He pulled me up with my chain and directed me to sit
on his leg. Geoff’s leg is very hairy on my clit, I
rocked, he continued to tweak my nipples combined with
our deep exploring kiss and I am soon leaking my
womanly juices copiously onto his leg. By the look on
Geoff’s face I know he could feel my orgasm and
juices. It pleases me that he looked so happy to see
me cumming. My head goes up and back as I arc my back
in climax. ‘What an effect he has on me?’

Coming down off my delightful climax I, I crumble to
the floor again at his feet. Soon Geoff was up and he
placed the desk chair in the middle of the floor and
indicated that I should be on it with my knees on the
seat and holding on to the back. I knelt on it and he
positioned my legs at the edge of the chair seat. My
arms fall over the back. He took my butterfly and
shoved it up my vagina again. His hand sets up its own
tattoo on the cheeks of my ass, first one then the
other. One…Two……..Three….. Four …………….Eight……...Ten.
My ass is on fire. With each slap I moved up
straighter until I am afraid that I will tip the chair
over. 

When he bent to retrieve my vibrator, a 10” real
looking one, I tried to wiggle to a safer angle on the
chair. “Don’t move. Don’t move, I said.” I freeze. I
know that if I try to explain to him, he would just
laugh and say it again, ‘don’t move.’ Testing my
vibrator against his hand, he tested its pliability
against his hand. “Yup that will do it.” As if to make
me pay for my transgression of moving, he used my
vibrator as a whip. Right, left, ring, left.

Never have I allowed anyone to spank me let alone take
a vibrator to me as a whip. Yet he seemed to know that
that was exactly what I wanted and needed. My ass was
on fire and my womanly juices are running copiously
from me. “Thank you.” I said rubbing my hot cheeks.

!!!!“Stand straight on the chair.” I stand, not sure
what to expect. He came around me to stand in front of
me with my vibrator. I watched as the first one came
in and connected solidly with my breast, but I could
not keep my eyes open for the second as I clinched my
jaw to keep from crying out. 

Geoff took my hand and next thing I knew he was in the
other tub chair with me on the floor at his feet. I
sit there looking up at him completely happy with
everything, just enjoying him. “You know a lot of
woman claim they are into this, but aren’t. Not you,
you really enjoy it, don’t you?” It took a minute for
me to understand the meaning, and then I simply nodded
and rested my head on his bare leg never taking my
eyes off of his. My hand massaged his hard cock. Time
stands still.

Finally he moved setting the straight back chair in
front of the desk with large mirror over it. “Did your
bring the scarves like I asked?” From the floor, I nod
yes. “Well get them.” I walked over to the toy drawer
and grabbed the dozen or so assorted silk scarves that
I brought at his request. I passed them to him. “Come
sit, here facing the mirror on your knees, spread them
wide. I want you to see this.” He took my lifelike
vibrator and rammed it in my open cunt. ‘Oh, I wish it
was your cock not a vibrator.’ I looked at his half
erect cock hoping he would soon take what I so much
wanted to give him.

He sorted through the scarves and tossed them all on
the hotel-style desk. He chose a multi colored scarf
and ran it around my face and neck, for a moment he
pulled it up tight against my throat and twisted, but
before I could react with even a scream he released my
neck. “Open wide, Suzie.” As if in a trance I do it.
My scarf still smelling and tasting of my perfume is
shoved into my open mouth. I could not believe that it
fit or that I willingly allowed him to gag me. I gag
not badly but enough to know that you have filled my
whole mouth with it. I looked in the mirror at myself;
my mouth is so full my lips would not close tight over
it. You watched me looking at myself in the mirror.
Our eyes locked; I wished I could smile or say that it
is OK that I trust you; instead I nodded.

He quickly scooped up his pants and whipped his belt
out. I never remember seeing a belt come out so
quickly, I could swear he had practice doing it. I
watched in the mirror as he doubled it. But never did
I believe what he did next. “Stand up on your knees.”
He put his left arm across in front of me and turned
so he faced me. I am still so entranced with the look
of the gag in my mouth that I failed to see it until I
felt it. He struck me on the ass just once hard with
his doubled leather belt. I jump bolt up right. I look
at him with big brown eyes, I believe with a look of
shock but I hope he didn’t see fear because I was not
afraid of him. 

“Put your hands behind you.” I clasp my hands together
behind me back at my wrists. “Not like that, like
this.” Geoff pulled my arms back so my upper arms were
behind me. In the mirror I saw that made my tits stick
way out front. He fed his belt between my back and
arms and pulled it around tight buckling it. It is
tight enough that I can feel his belt cutting into my
arms, cutting more into my left arm than my right one
for some reason, yet it wasn’t enough to cause me real
pain just so I knew it is there. With my angle to the
mirror I can see the black band on my left upper
bicep. He traced my chin line with his index finger.

Considering I had never been restrained in any manner,
I am very surprised that I did not feel an
overwhelming panic, if for just a moment, but I
didn’t. I did take comfort in the fact that I had left
a note at the office of where I was and whom I was
meeting. I took care in the writing of it so that it
is all there but innocuous enough that if someone
should happenstance onto it they likely would not
immediately guesses what it meant. Yet if something
were to happen to me, then it would take on much
greater meaning. I hadn’t left it out in the open but
in a place that would in all likelihood be searched if
I weren’t around. It gave me comfort knowing I have
left it; but I have no fear of this stranger that has
tied and gagged me. Maybe I should have had but I
didn’t. This is not likely how I would recommend
someone else meets his or her cyber lover, but for us
it felt right and still does, although at that moment
I am his toy, his fucktoy. 

He pushed me back against the back of the chair my
legs doubled back beneath me, feet either side of the
back, my head rested on the top of the chair. I lay
there wide open for him, unable to defend myself,
vulnerable to his desires, only my faith in him
ensuring my safety. ‘Gawd, you make me hot.’ I could
feel my juices seeping out running between the crack
of my ass. When I lowered my eyes I could see my
reflection in the mirror, in the muted light. My
breasts were clearly extended out beyond my body; my
nipples looked larger and more defined than ever,
likely because of the clamps and his pulling and
sucking of them. As if he cannot resist he lowered his
head to suckle at my nipples. His soft fine hair
brushed my chin as he clamped his lips around my right
nipple his teeth biting and teasing my over sensitized
nipple. “AUGHHHHH” I made unintelligible sounds behind
my gag. My head rolled, but I didn’t fight him. He
pulled up one final time taking my nipple with him
between his teeth and when it reaches is maximum
extension he let it go and watched me watch my nipple
settle back onto my breast where it belonged.

His strong hands possessed that which is theirs, my
breasts and nipples and he kneaded and squeezed them,
twisting each one, always watching my eyes in the
mirror. Somehow by watching this in the mirror, for me
at least, it appears it is as if I am watching an
adult movie. I am removed from it in some strange
manner. He slapped my left breast then my right,
several times hard. I guessed I must have been tensing
up because I had expelled my vibrator; I felt it
sliding out of my wetness. He retrieved my vibrator
just before it landed on the floor. He took it all wet
still with my juice and ran it around my face, under
my nose, tracing my lips, rolling it across first one
cheek then the other one. All I can smell is…me. He
slapped it against his hand, then suddenly and
viciously he slapped it against my left breast,
outside and inside and not wanting to ignore my right
breast he repeated the process, time after time. 

He moved downward over my belly to my open thighs. My
vibrator becomes my tormentor as he struck up and down
the insides of my thighs, time after time. I lost
count. I know I was there, I could see the vibrator
coming at me, I could feel the pain, but I was removed
from the scene, in my own safe haven in my mind beyond
his torment. 

He laid the vibrator aside, leaned in and looked into
my eyes and smiled. He took a corner of my gag and
started to pull, it came out of my mouth inch-by-inch,
foot-by-foot; I was amazed at how much he had shoved
into me. He tossed it on the desk. I looked at it with
newfound interest. My mouth is so dry. There is no
saliva in my mouth; I bite the inside of my cheek to
make my mouth salivate. ‘That’s better.’

He untied my arms and they felt disjointed from me for
the first few seconds while they fell back into place.
I flexed my fingers and hands to get the circulation
flowing. 

“What do you want me to do to you?” I look perplexed
at you. “You have been wonderful and let me do as I
wanted but I must soon leave, so what is it you need
from me?” I am sitting at his feet once again looking
up at him. 

‘Um, what do I want?’ I thought we were going to have
had an hour or so together and now he wanted to cut it
short, and he is giving me one last favor. Do I want
him to fuck my brains out, take my virgin ass, or eat
me? ‘Oh, too many wants and he is granting only one
wish, which will it be?’ I am not used to a man asking
me what I want. I am almost embarrassed to voice my
desire, but I know what I want. In a very soft
whisper, “Eat me.”

“Um. I can’t hear you?”

I look away into the corner at the floor lamp as if
that is where I have stored my courage. I bring my
eyes back to his face, but not quite meeting his eyes.
“Please eat me.” This time I have managed a little
more volume.

“Come.” He jumped up and pulled me to my feet. I am,
once again, overtaken with shyness. 

“Here let me pull the covers back.”

“Yes, definitely, let’s pull the covers back.” He
mocked me. “We won’t want to soil the bedspread, not
after doing the floor and all the chairs.” He said
laughing behind me. His hands were hindering my task.
He had me by the hips, his cock against me hot ass.
‘Yes, just do it. Take my ass. I know I can never ask
him to, but if he were just to take it, it would be
okay.’ My normal good girl is fighting with the needs
of my bad, wild side, the side that wants to
experience all life has to offer.

Instead he gave me a push onto the bed. I roll over
with my head on the pillow, the bedspread piled beside
me. He moved to the bottom of the bed and crawled over
the end on his knees towards me, towards my wet hole.
For a moment, I wanted to laugh, no, not at him, just
at us for stealing an hour to explore to relish in
being real life not some cyber illusion. He had done
this before because with a practiced move he had
lifted my ass so I am at the right angle for him to
devour me. ‘What has come over me?’ ‘How do you eat a
pussy? One lick at a time.’’ I wanted to laugh, to
scream, to hold his mouth to my wetness forever. My
hands held his head in place then spread wide on
either side of me, pounding the sheets in joy, in
ecstasy as he brought me to yet another climax. 

I was still enjoying my orgasm, looking forward to him
moving up and letting his hard cock enter me when he
jumped off the bed. “I have to go. Better wash my face
first.” Geoff padded towards the bathroom chuckling to
himself. I open my eyes wishing I could just stay in
the place of my orgasm.

‘What is a woman supposed to do while the man gets
dressed and ready to leave?’ I had never thought of
that before. ‘Should I get dressed? No that seems
wrong. Why didn’t I bring a robe? Shit.’ I look around
for the right cover, if this was the movies I would
pull the sheet off me and put it around me, but alas
this isn’t the movies and I don’t feel like remaking
the bed. ‘Ah, my jacket, that’s the ticket.’

I was amazed when I looked at the clock. I now know
why the sudden end, the rush he is in the hour is just
about up. Dressed as neatly as when he arrived he gave
me a hug and a kiss and walked to the door. ‘No wait,
one more kiss, one more minute, please.’ At the door
he turned and gave a passionate but quick kiss. He
opened the door and walked out. I watched you through
the peephole as he moved towards the elevator. ‘Please
look back, just once.’ But he didn’t; he was already
looking forward to his wife.

Turning back to the room, I survey the sight. My
butterfly is in the middle of the floor; scarves hang
half in and half out of the open toy drawer. More
including my gag cover the desk along with my
vibrator. Have you ever noticed how vulgar an unused
vibrator looks? My clothes are strewn all over, no
that I had many on to start with. I side on the side
of the bed and put my hand on the wet spot where some
of my cum slipped by his supple tongue. I sigh. Now
what?

For a moment I feel cheap, like a hooker must feel
afterward. “No Suzie, this is just exactly what you
wanted, so stop with the whining. You have no
regrets, do you?” I ask aloud, talking to myself. “No,
no regrets. I am so glad I did it. But it is over, get
on with life.”

I pull my stay ups off and toss them over the chair
back. I am suddenly cold. I pick up the remote and
crawl into bed covering up with everything the sheet,
blanket and spread. I wasn’t cold when you were here.
I flip through the channels not watching just
flipping. I am remembering, storing every second of
our wonderful sixty or so minutes. I am so tired, as
if I have exercised for hours or worked for fourteen
hours. My eyes close as I remember. I watch the
instant replay in my mind as my body relaxes into
sleep. It is only 8:30 P.M. 

Some hours later I wake up. The TV is still on, the
lights are still burning and I have to pee. I run a
bath and soak in a hot tub until the water gets cool.
Drying myself I wander into the bedroom and turning
off lights and television. The towel lands on the
infamous chair back. I look at it, the chair, for a
minute remembering. “Did it happen or was it just
another of our cyber sessions?” I look in the mirror
and my nipples are still, hours later, hard and erect.
“No, it was real.” 

“Now then are you going to be able to go back to
sleep?’ I climbed into bed and I think I was asleep
again before the covers settle over me. 

‘What was that? Where am I? The door. What time is
it?’ I have been awakened out of a dreamless sleep by
an urgent knock. I scramble over the end of the bed to
the door. This time I look out the peephole, ‘It is
just the right height for me.’ I marvel. 

I am not sure what I expected to see or should I say
whom, but there he was. “Suzie, open the door.” He
said softly. ‘How does he know I am here?’ I muse as I
unchain the door. As I unlatched the last lock I
realized that I was totally nude. I have not more than
unlatched that last lock when he pushed his way into
the room. Geoff gave me a hug and a kiss. “You are all
hot.” He stated, I guess he was referring to me just
getting out of bed. “Where’s that bed?” He gave me a
push towards the bed.

“Why are you here? Is everything OK?” I am dying of
curiosity. We were not to have seen each other again. 

“Get in bed.” I watch amazed how quickly he could shed
his clothes. His rock hard cock pops up when released
from his boxers. I am immediately wet, I can feel my
labia opening eager for him. 

“Yes, please. I am so glad you came back. I have
wanted you. I want to know what you feel like in me.” 

“I only have a few minutes I am supposedly looking for
ice. But I had to have you, I couldn't leave without
fucking you.”

Come to the edge of the bed; turn around. Put your ass
right here so I can take you from behind. Oh, yes.
That’s it.” I feel his hands on my hips pulling me
into place; his fingers open me, checking to see if I
am ready. His need is great and foreplay is not to be.
Not that I needed it; just his knock was enough to
have set every fiber of my being on edge. ‘Why do you
have this effect on me? Oh to hell with it enjoy the
moment.’ His hard cock, finally, touches my labia,
pushing them aside with only a wet kiss. He was so
eager, in such need and so am I; I am not sure whether
he entered me or I impaled myself on him. Either way
he was where we both have wanted him for months,
buried deep in my pussy. I bet he was not all the way
in yet when I felt my pussy closing around him,
pulling him in deep, telling him that I, too, need
him. Our need superceded everything. Geoff drove in
and pulled out; I pushed back to meet his drive in and
fight his partial exit. I would keep him deep in my
cunt if I could. 

“I want you to stay in me forever and ever.” I murmur.
He answered by holding me tight squeezing my hips. I
know I will have hand print bruises where he grabbed
me.

“Lie down I want to watch your face when I come in
you, Suzie.” We part and reassemble with my legs up
over his shoulders leaving me wide open for his
reentry. He drove me into the mattress. I smile up at
him in the half-light, moaning in delight. I reached
up and touched his face, my hands moving to his
shoulders. I pulled him to me as he let out a guttural
groan and spasmed as his thick white ropes of semen
buried itself in me. Not to be left behind my body
convulsed around his cock in a huge climax. We hold
our positions looking at each other but each lost in
our own rocketing climax. I felt him relaxing and I
braced for his tumble on to me. He did, tumbled down
on to me and then rolled off. 

I want to snuggle up against him to just delight in
the touch of his skin, of his springy chest hair
against me as we both come back to earth. But it is
not to be. “I have to go. I am on the look out for
ice.” He jumped and dressed. 

“Come give a kiss and lock the door.” Geoff took my
hand and pulled me to him as we walked to the door.
With a chaste kiss and a hug he opened the door and
left my real time life. 

Geoff was gone, back to the cyber world.

Copyrighted 3/2000

Suzie Samuels