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The Meeting
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The Meeting
You watch the clock impatiently, trying to will the second hand to
speed its revolutions. The day drags on forever, the time passing as
if in slow motion. It continues its inexorable climb to the deepening
of shadows as the sun sinks slowly, behind the horizon. You have
waited for this evening to come for the past three weeks, and now as
the time approaches, you feel second thoughts coming about. Is this
really a good idea? Shouldn't you leave well enough alone, after all,
why screw with a good thing? What if she isn't the warm and open
person she promises to be? What if she rejects you, what will you do
then . . . Are you willing to risk that? You're reasoning kicks in,
"After all, if I don't go, nothing will change and we can continue the
platonic relationship we have through a keyboard." You decided that
you are willing to take the chance, hopefully continuing the pleasure
of communicating with her, and learning from her.
Several months ago you found a file on the bulletin board system called
3-G&M&ME.ZIP with a description that said it was "Creative Sexual
Energy From Heather." You were intrigued. Once you unzipped the file,
you found one of the most erotic and sensual stories you had ever seen.
It was a story about her experiences with her husband and the pool man.
You watched as the story unfolded, you saw the woman's inhibitions slip
away as she released herself to her sensuality. The story said that
the author was a Sysop of a new Atlanta BBS called DataStar Node3, and
that if you were interested, you could communicate with her. The
advertisement said that she had her own mail\message folder called
"Heather's In & Out Box." Modifying your dial list to include 404-244-
7059, you immediately called into the board. You really didn't expect
much, you figured that this was just another cold trail or teaser
message you had seen so many times before . . . But you hoped that it
was as exciting as her story.
Once on the board, you looked around enough to know that, as far as a
BBS went, it was much like the others, with a section of general files
and the promise of adult files and conversations. Taking a chance, you
went through verification and requested a security upgrade in order to
have access to the adult areas. You sent in your application and money
and waited impatiently for the Post Office to deliver. Sure enough,
about three days later, you call the board, you have been upgraded and
now have full access to the system. While you were cruising around the
system, looking at the messages in Heather's In & Out Box, your screen
gets interrupted and you are notified that you are in chat mode with
the Sysop. SHE WAS ALIVE! Instead of just messages, you were
communicating with the real live person.
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And what a person! As you keyed your messages and read the responses
you felt a familiarness about her, a warmth, and a gentleness. As you
keyed the conversation, you felt a stirring in your crotch. Watching a
she keyed the intimate, yet innocent details of her self and her
sexuality, you saw a generous and giving person begin to unfold. Her
descriptions were so vivid, (just as her stories) that you could
immediately picture each situation, each encounter, each sexual nuance,
in your mind, the technicolor images arousing you like you had never
known on a BBS before.
Over the next several weeks you got the opportunity to read more of her
stories, and on occasion, communicate directly with her. You
experience yet another side of this multi-faceted young lady, her quick
wit and fascinating charm. Even when she didn't respond to your Chat
request, you were intrigued by the thread of messages and corres-
pondence she carried on with the others. All of them oozing with
sweetness and eroticism from every sentence. Sometimes the heat from
the exotic fantasies and conversation became too much and your hand
would slip beneath the keyboard and relieve the pressure.
You were hooked! You called the board every chance you got, just to
see who Heather was communicating with. You could tell that she had
sensitivity and really cared about the people she communicated with,
but that she also knew full well the effect she had on her
correspondents. Her vivid descriptions were designed to inflame
passion, and her personal passion, if true, meant that she was an
exciting, sensual young lady who enjoyed giving and receiving pleasure.
You could almost feel the erections of her correspondents as their
typing got more frantic and their spelling got worse, as their messages
continued to lengthen.
Talking to one of your buddies who ran his own board, you learned of
the Atlanta Sysop Meeting to be held in a week. She was a new Sysop so
there was a possibility that she would be there, but he couldn't
guarantee it. Your buddy then gave you the best news you'd had in a
long time, he told you that you didn't have to be a Sysop or a member
to attend the meeting. You decided then and there that you were going
to the meeting, in hopes that she would be there. Your impatience grew
with each passing day until finally the date of the meeting arrived.
The hours passed like years, (I hate it when that happens!) further
hindering your progress and your ultimate pleasure.
Finally the hour arrived. You and your buddy were gathered with a
small knot of his friends, discussing the absurd things that some users
try to get away with, the buzzing of other conversations providing a
pleasant background for your discussions. Suddenly you heard some of
the conversation around you breaking up. The background noise was
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highlighted by the sound of high heels clicking on the hard floor. You
noticed several men in the room turn their heads towards the direction
of the entrance of the room.
Turning yourself, you saw a handsome couple walking through the
doorway, they were the focus of many eyes in the room. It must be Gary
and Heather, you thought to yourself. He was trim, about five foot six
inches tall with a moustache and salt and pepper hair; but it was his
commanding eyes that immediately got your attention. Beside him was
Heather, linked hand in hand. She walked into the room exuding
sensuality. Her blonde hair bobbing with each step of her petite body
and her breasts undulating under the blouse she wore as they walked
towards the bar. You noticed several of the men's companions giving
her the once-over as they possessively clasped their man's arm, not
willing to take any chances with her.
She was about five foot three inches tall with a voluptuous body under
her blonde hair and blue eyes, eyes so blue that they seemed made of
the sky instead of the flesh. They seemed to flash as she glanced from
side to side, her body making its own statement as she walked. She was
young, much younger than you had imagined from the breadth of her
experiences. You realized that, in order for her to have had the
encounters, she must have started at a young age. Just as some men can
command attention with their obvious charisma, she commanded attention
with her sexuality. The promise of a trueness, a down to earth nature,
and a beauty both inside and out, made you realize that she was all
that she had said.
She obviously knew her power. Trying not to be obvious some of the men
around her attempted to undress her with their eyes. Her body was made
for seduction, and she obviously believed that she should use it for
the pleasures of her mate. When she arrived at the bar, she stood with
one foot on the rail as Gary ordered refreshment for them both. His
arm was around her waist as they laughed and conversed with the
bartender. From her stance and the way she looked at Gary, it was
obvious that she had no desire to stray from the relationship they had
developed, and it was obvious that he felt the same for her.
The Sysops and users continued their conversations, most of them
cutting their eyes back to her from time to time. As you watched her,
you could see that she was pressed against her companion, rubbing her
pelvis against his hip as they stood there. No one except a small
group of friends approached them, the others at the meeting possibly
fearing Gary's reaction if they got too close to her. They laughed and
chatted with the people they knew. She seemed to be slightly shy but
she conversed liberally with the others around her, it was obvious to
you that she certainly wasn't unfriendly or inattentive. What would
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you do? How could you approach her? You felt an erection begin to
build in your trousers, and you really didn't want to walk across the
room with it becoming so obvious. And what if she didn't like you, she
seemed quite friendly on the terminal, but what if her image of you
wasn't quite what she expected, how would you handle it? Maybe the
stories and hot conversation were just a come-on, and she wasn't really
interested in any closer communion?
Those thought quickly left your racing mind. You watched as two men
approached her and Gary, they obviously were not acquainted. They
introduced themselves and Gary and Heather did the same, exchanging
handshakes. You watched her blossom, she was confident and yet very
demure. She was beautiful as you saw her talk about things that were
intimate to her, her stories, her involvement with the BBS, and her
involvement and concern for her users. She referred to them as
friends, people she had gotten to know on a certain level. That made
you feel good, she was someone that you could talk to and she could
relate so well. Her honesty and sincerity amazed you.
You concluded that she had not lied about anything. Her exhibition as
she walked in, her open and challenging eyes, her body and her sensual
walk across the room, and now her open and obvious touch of her
husband's body and the affection between them were all she said they
would be. You felt shivers come over you, typing to her, talking to
her, and now seeing her . . . it all seemed so far out. You felt a
nervous tinge come over you, again you asked the question of yourself,
"What should I do, should I go over?"
What are you going to do? Should you take the chance? Is she all that
she seems to be?
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