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Network Encounters of the Best Kind
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Network Encounter Of The First Kind
>From the first time he saw her, he wondered if she really liked him. It was in
the computer room where he worked. She walked through the door, and their eyes
met. She was only there for a couple of days, but she left a lasting
impression on him. As soon as she left, he sent a note to her across the
network. In his note, he told her how beautiful she was and asked her to talk
dirty to him. Her witty response was the elaborate description of the color
and consistancy of the dirt where she was from.
As he sat in his office reading the mail from her, his mind drifted back
to when she was there. His eyes grew cloudy as he thought of her sparkling
brown eyes, her flowing hair, and her petite firm figure. "She certainly had a
hot body," he thought. She was a small women but was built for
loving. She was thin and shapely, and he dreamt of holding her in his arms,
of feeling her firm breasts pressed against him...
As the days went by, the number of mail messages increased steadily. They
grew closer and closer. The hints of her sexuality in her notes made his mind
wander with sexual delights. He *had* to do something ! He finally wrote her
a note from home telling her of his passion for her, even from the distance
he described, in detail, how he would make love to her, how he would hold her in
his arms and kiss every square inch of her body, and finally how he would take
her, and make her feel his pleasure... Pleasure he needed to share with her.
He even confided in her that he masturbated while dreaming of her supple
curves.
She responded to his notes, saying that she was thinking similar thoughts,
that she dreamt of his body, and of him making love to her. She fantasized
of his every move as he made love to her, the feeling of his body moving
against her. She imagined the feeling of his powerful penis inside her,
almost feeling every inch of him, as he slid deeply into her womb; the feeling
of his climax and it spurting powerfully into her, making them as one...
As she thought these wonderful thoughts, her hands also wandered into her
silky panties to touch and caress her womanly dampness...After a few strokes
of her dainty fingers she was overwhelmed by her own peak. So quickly it
had happened...Her thoughts enveloped him.
After weeks of this, the man wondered if he could possibly be in love with this
women. He seeked out new ways to turn her on over the network, but nothing
could keep him from seeking out a way to fly to her. To visit her and make
their fantasies come true. Finally, he got the chance; and he took it. A
business opportunity in her home town. As he wrote to her, telling her the
details of his trip, he confided that he wondered if he was in love; Sharing
his fears and innermost secrets. She confided that she shared his feelings.
On the plane, he was quiet and subdued. This was not like him, he was normally
pretty rowdy. However, on this day his mind wandered. He thought of his
fantasies, and his fears. He was frightened about what might be waiting for
him at the other end. Would she think him strange ? Would she think he
was good to her in bed ? Would he meet her expectations ? Despite all this,
though, the plane flew on, and soon he was walking across the ramp scanning the
crowd for her.
His eyes met hers. His heart was pounding, threatening to beat thru his chest.
As he approached her and saw her smiling, he knew everything would be all
right. He took her into his arms for the first time, tentatively kissing
her trembling lips. She kissed him back eagerly, as though sensing his fears
and inhibitions. Soon their lips had melted into a passionate kiss that
made her moist, and him a hard as he could get in the confines of his tight
jeans. They quickly fetched his bags, and while hugging, kissing, and holding
each other made for her car. At the car, he once again took her in his arms.
More confident now he bowed his head to kiss her.
She could feel his passion pressing against her tummy. She knew he had a hard
on, and she couldn't wait to free it from his jeans and make him want her more
than any other women. Her confidence was back. As he kissed her, she felt
herself becoming wet again. She'd been very damp all day, and as she dressed
in her sexiest camisole to go to the airport, she was tempted to touch herself
there; to relieve the pressure. As his hands wandered around and finally
cupped her bottom, she was glad she'd waited. She broke the kiss and got the
car moving to the apartment. They talked along the way, giggling and carrying
on like school kids. Every once in a while, his hands would sneak over to
caress her body. She felt tingles of passion race from her hard nipples right
to her soaked crotch. She was alive!
Finally, they arrived at the apartment, and he sat on the couch while she poured
the wine for them. They toasted and drank for a moment. Suddenly he took her
in his arms once again. No longer did he have to control his passion for her,
or limit it in anyway. She was his. He kissed her lips but soon was moving
to her neck. His lips caressed every inch of her face, flittering over her
closed eyes, nibbling and caressing her ears. All the time their hands moved
over each others trembling bodies. He cupped her full breasts in his hands,
weighing their fullness, feeling her nipples harden at his touch...Finally
reaching down and lifting her blouse to expose her satiny camisole. Thru
the straining lace he could see her rose colored nipples and he bent his head
forward to kiss them thru the fabric.
He suddenly pulled her to her feet, and in one quick motion, pulled her blouse
over her head. Next he went for the clasp of her slacks. As he worked to open
her pants, her hand were unbuttoning his shirt, and slipping it off his
shoulders. Finally, he had her pants open and he slipped both of his hands
down her back to hold her firm bum. As he kissed and caressed her body,
she pulled back a little to allow her to open his pants; her desire to release
his penis overwhelming, as she felt him harden against her flat stomach.
He pulled down her pants, and gasped as he watch her body, now only clad in the
camisole. He kissed his way down, slowly, stopping at each breast, all across
her chest and finally kissing the womanly swell of her tummy. Feeling and
sensing her desire, he pulled her to him and buried his face into her stomach,
as he pulled her shoulder straps off her shoulders to expose her beautiful
breasts to the cool air.
Her head was reeling with passion as she fumbled with the button and zipper
on his jeans. He seemed to be worshipping her body and wasn't making her job
any easier. But he knew what he was doing; she has never been so hot in her
whole life. Finally she pulled him to his feet and nuzzled into his chest
hair, closing her eyes and taking in his scent. She knew what must be done,
though, and slowly fell to her knees in front of his partially opened fly.
Her hands wandered up his thighs to the throbbing bulge in his pants, and her
fingers worked to free him. As she lowered the zipper, she saw his nylon
underwear bulging behind, and knew that his cock was hard. She did her best
to ignore his throbbing penis as she lowered his pants to his ankles
and pulled them off of him, one foot at a time. As he stood in front of her,
she again caressed him thru the fabric, and he seemed to grow more, searching
for an escape from his confines. She obliged by hooking her thumbs under the
waist band and slowly lowering his underpants. As she watched him she wondered
how he could stand being confined that way. Slowly more and more of him was
bared to her eyes.
Finally she yanked his underwear down to his ankles. As she did this, his cock
jumped to be free of his confines and bumped into her chin. She quickly
reached to hold him and she felt him shudder with the excitment and passion
as she closed her hand around him. He felt SO hot in her hand, she couldn't
help but squeeze him firmly. She'd never felt a penis so hard. As she
squeezed, a drop of precum formed at the tip. She looked up at him and asked
if that was for her. He slowly nodded his head and fell back on the sofa.
She never lost contact with his pulsing cock as she bent down to
slowing run her tongue up the underside of his penis, and finally swiping
with her tongue to catch the growing drop.
He sighed with passion as she slowly licked his cock. He was having trouble
keeping his breath as she wrapped first her small hand around the base
and then her lips around the pounding head of his penis. She sensed his
increasing arousal, but didn't want to stop quite yet. She quickly swallowed
as much of his cock as she could, feeling him bump into the back of her throat.
She gave her all to him, slowly sucking him...pumping up and down with her lips
and hand. She reached with her free hand to hold his full balls and and slid
a finger beneath them to caress his seam.
His cock was thumping to her ministrations. He watched her excitedly as she
sucked his cock passionately. He'd never had anyone do this to him so well.
He felt the urge to come, and did his best to supress it. She looked up at him
with the most beautiful look he'd ever seen. He took her face in his hands
and urged her up. As she came to sit on his thighs her breasts jiggled, and he
kissed them for a long time...and very lightly. They were so full and round;
she was pure women. As he nuzzled against her, he reached down and unsnapped
the soaked crotch of her camisole. Her legs were apart as she straddled his
thighs, and the cloth fell away.
He continued to work on her breasts with his lips and tongue as fingers
caressed her the downy fur covering her swollen lips. She was so soft next to
his hardness. He felt completely at ease exploring her body as his fingers
as he parted her drenched lips. He could smell her breath as her breathing
quickened. In fact, his senses were acutely aware of everything; the womenly
aroma of her pussy, the slick and damp feeling on his finger tips as they
caressed her clit, and the sound of her passionate breathing in his ear.
She whispered in his ear that she had never felt like this before, and cradled
his head in her hands as she kissed him.
He picked her up and rolled her to the couch, pulling the camisole off as he
went. He kissed the inside of each of her ankles as he worked his way up to
her thighs, purposefully avoiding her light brown thatch of pubic hair and
finally buried his face in that place where thigh meets hip. He was teasing.
He ached to feel her tense and cum with him, and felt that he could get to that
point by being evasive. But finally, he could stand it no more, and lifted her
smooth sexy legs onto his shoulders and dipped his tongue into her womanhood.
He felt her body tremble as his tongue glided up each one of her outer lips in
turn, then finally up the middle and over her throbbing clit. She already felt
the beginnings of her orgasm as she ran her hands thru his hair, pulling him
closer to her... To make his tongue touch all her private places. He worked
so slowly it was driving her crazy! She watched as he worked her over and
brought her to the brink several time; always stopping before she came.
The urge to scream came once again, but he stopped, moving up to kiss her lips.
As he raised himself to kiss her, he felt her arms reach down to hold his bum,
and he felt the head of his cock gently rub over her sopping opening; the damp
pubic hair wiping away more of his precum that seems to constantly flow from
him. He moved again to repeat this motion. He felt his cock split her lips
more, and he felt her clitoris brush against him. They were both breathing
heavily now, but neither of them needed to say it.
He slowly, no...more than slowly, began to apply pressure with his hips.
His cock spliting her glistening lips with the increased pressure. He could
feel the heat and tightness of her and he had to control the urge to slam
himself into her...He knew that would come later. Slowly he gradually began to
feel himself fill her. He gasped at the tightness, the heat and the wetness
of her. He whispered into her ear how incredible it felt, but she could only
murmur "Yes" and "More." He kept inching into her until he was buried
completely. She felt him against her cervix. She'd never felt so full, and
he never so fufilled.
He rested against her, afraid to move himself within her. She felt so
fragile in his arms, yet so strong. He kissed her passionately and began to
pull himself out of her hot sheath until only the end of his cock was against
her. This time, slightly more forcefully, he lowered his weight onto her until
was once again deep inside her. He reached under her thigh and felt her skin
stretched tightly to the base of his cock. He ran his finger around her
clitoris and felt her climax building inside her. He listened to her breathing
quicken and he began to build a slow rhythm in and out of her. He slowly
worked up his speed until she was whispering and moaning in his ear that she was
going to cum. She told him to fill her with his seed; that she wanted to feel
it inside her.
As he felt her muscles start to contract with her orgasm, he felt his own hips
spasming. He gave way to the feeling of the involuntary thrusting of his
own hips, as his own orgasm approached. He used the whole length of himself
as he felt him come right out of her pussy before ramming back in powerfully.
he felt her tears against his shoulder, and her cotractions around his cock,
as he felt the first spasms of his body pumping out his hot cum. Again and
again he felt his cock bring forth another ropey string of pearl.
They watched the expression on each others face as they came together.
She felt his seed fill her until she overflowed, he felt her vagina slowly
squeezing him, helping to drain out every drop of his fluid.
As they lay in each others arms, resting, they wondered out loud to each
other if there could be any greater pleasure than what they had just
experienced together.
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