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What Would Happen If We Met? by Donya

i sat at my desk and cursed myself softly, not believing i'd actually agreed to meet when i'd talked with him earlier. we've known each other for a while, talked online many sleepless nights, but i swore to myself i'd never, ever, meet anyone from online in person. now, i wasn't sure-i still wasn't sure i wanted to, but my heart was pounding at the prospect of being face-to-face with him. what would i say? would a simple smile and hello do? should i hug him and kiss his cheek? my head was spinning, and damnit, he'd be here tomorrow, there was really no time to think. i went to bed that night in a state of total confusion and frustration, made worse by a tinge of excitement. i tossed and turned for hours, seeing his smiling face in the picture he'd sent me, hoping he wouldn't be disappointed in me when we met. for sure, our late-night conversations had been flirty, even overtly sexual, but i couldn't imagine he was genuinely interested in me.

the next morning, as i got ready for work, i took way too much time, dressing and making-up very carefully, and hating myself for doing it-it was just lunch, he would only be in town one night; we'd eat, maybe have coffee, then go our separate ways. "dear god please let it be that simple" i prayed to myself as i walked out the front door. the hours dragged by, i still had his morning message confirming our lunch propped against my computer monitor. "this really is going to happen," i kept saying to myself, half-wishing he'd cancel at the last moment. i had the time and restaurant memorized, and of course i'd be there on time, looking way too eager. i rolled my eyes at myself as i grabbed my purse & keys and headed for fate, good or bad.

as i walked out the door, the receptionist yelled my name and i turned to face her, feeling flushed and guilty already-she was waving a pink message slip frantically. my throat seized as i read it....not only was he NOT cancelling lunch, but he'd run behind in his meetings and needed to meet me in the restaurant of his hotel, instead of downtown as we'd planned. i could scarcely believe this was happening, but i followed his directions to the hotel and walked into the restaurant only slightly late. i caught sight of him at a nearby table, and my legs froze....my God, he's even more good-looking in person! i was trying to force myself to keep walking when he looked up and caught sight of me, and smiled a smile that almost stopped my heart. my first instinct was to RUN!! but i knew my polite upbringing wouldn't allow that. i willed my feet forward and did my best to smile as we came face-to-face....he wrapped his arms around me, and heaven help me, i hugged him tightly; maybe too tightly, i thought to myself as we finally stepped back and smiled at each other.

his manner was very friendly as he took my hand and led me to the table, and i was hoping desperately he couldn't see the anxiety on my face as we sat down and picked up our menus. we both began to speak at the same time, and neither of us could resist laughing at this-nervous laughter to be sure, at least on my part. things went more smoothly after that, especially once the food arrived and we ate more than we talked; although i have to admit, the conversation flowed more freely than i'd thought it would, we could've very well been sitting at our keyboards again, had i not been so aware of his closeness....the warmth of his hand as he touched mine now and again, the smell of his cologne-which was almost enough to make me drunk. STOP IT! i chided myself, this is lunch, it's not a date! i snapped back to reality just in time to hear him ask me if i could stay a while longer-i said yes before i could stop myself, and i knew when i called work and faked sick i'd be in for it tomorrow morning. it turned out that he was free for a while, and my heart leapt before i could stop it when i realized he wanted to spend his free time with me. i made my call to the office as he paid the check, and was waiting for the coffee when he stood up and started to walk away from the table, holding out his hand for me to come with. i'd taken his hand and was walking next to him toward the elevator before i realized what i was doing, and i stopped short and asked him where we were going; when he said to his room, i was so stunned i couldn't speak-my feet moved but my brain didn't register walking until i was already in the elevator, and i was too embarrassed to say anything then.

as we got off the elevator, i had another impulse to jump back inside it and flee, but i scolded myself for acting like a child, he'd been a total gentleman thus far, and i asked myself honestly if i wanted to leave him now....no, my mind responded, i didn't. he opened the door for me and i walked inside, surveying the room....bed, chairs next to a table w/ laptop, door to what i figured was a bathroom. i breathed a long sigh and quickly took a seat in one of the chairs. he pulled the other chair over across from me and sat down, taking both of my hands and asked me if i was uncomfortable being there. i managed to choke out a no and once again i turned a deep shade of red; he laughed and said "well i'm a little uncomfortable, to tell ya the truth, but i really didn't want to spend my remaining time with you in that restaurant." i squeezed his hands & laughed softly, and he walked across the room and grabbed a small bottle from the mini-bar along with two glasses from the dresser. he swore to me he didn't drink, and he knew i didn't either, but we agreed this tiny bottle of alcohol couldn't do more than ease our fears a little. after we took our sip and set our glasses on the table, he took my hand and kissed the palm very gently, and told me how glad he was i'd made it to lunch, he confessed to me he'd almost cancelled out of fear i wouldn't show up....i'm still not sure if it was the minute amount of alcohol or the relief i felt at this revelation, but at that point i pulled him to his feet and hugged him fiercely. he seemed confused at first but hugged me back, and when i pulled away i suddenly told him everything....my fear, anxiety, and reluctance came spilling out, and the look on his face told me he was just as relieved.

i didn't realize at first that we'd sat back down on the bed, but i became painfully aware of it as he put his arms around me again, then turned his face to mine and kissed me, gently at first, then harder, more urgently. my lips parted as if they had a life of their own, our tongues touched, and a surge of electricity shot through me from head-to-toe; it caught me completely off guard, and i pulled away....he touched my face and i could tell he was disappointed. he asked me if he'd misread this situation, and i assured him he hadn't, but that i wasn't quite sure how to act, since i'd never done this before, and most likely wouldn't again. he kissed my fingertips and reassured me i had nothing to fear from him, that i could leave whenever i liked. i touched his chin and pressed my lips against his once more; when our tongues met, i not only didn't pull away this time, i moved closer to him, reducing the space between us to nothing. he looked into my eyes and asked me if i was sure i wanted to stay, i knew what he meant, and i kissed him again in response. his hands moved from my waist to my shoulders, down the front of my shirt, and i felt the buttons of my blouse giving way to his fingers. as it fell to the floor, he untucked his own shirt, and i pulled it over his head, not bothering with the buttons. he ran his hand gently over the lace of my bra; i buried my face in the sweet smell of his neck as he undid it and tossed it aside. we stayed like that a moment, our bare chests touching....i felt his hand move to my breast, gently, feeling it; i leaned back slightly and he took the nipple in his mouth, i ran my hands through his hair, and before i could stop it, a soft moan escaped my lips. his hands were underneath me by then, and i felt myself being lifted off the bed, but only momentarily.

my head touched the pillow, and i felt my skirt sliding down my thighs, taking my pantyhose with it. i opened my eyes and watched him undress; he sat down next to me and asked me one more time if i was sure i wanted to stay, and at that moment, i'd never wanted anything more in my life, and i told him so. he laid down next to me and ran his hand down the length of my arm, entwining his fingers with mine as he kissed me; it was so passionate, so hot, when our lips parted, i didn't think i could breathe. he kissed my chin, my neck, my collarbone, before closing his mouth around my other nipple. i couldn't help it, i ran my hand down his chest and wrapped it around his long, hard cock-he moaned in response to my touch, and i moved my hand slowly up and down it's length; over and over, the sound of his voice drove me crazy. i felt his hand traveling toward my hip, and before i realized it i'd arched the lower half of my body toward it. he massaged my inner thigh slowly, moving carefully inward. when his fingers actually touched my pussy, i wanted to scream, but i moaned loudly as his middle finger slid between my lips and touched the wetness inside. his finger slid deep within me, and i moved against his hand slowly....at first, but he picked up the pace, and i matched him not only with my hips but my hand, stroking him harder, delighting in his moans. i felt his lips on my breastbone, the edge of my ribcage, my stomach, bellybutton....i tensed as he moved between my legs, but as he kissed the inside of my thigh it melted completely away. he kissed my pussy lips, then his tongue probed me lovingly, teasing my clit-which elicited screams of pure pleasure. encouraged by this, he entered me with his tongue, moving in and out of my pussy until it felt so good i didn't think i could stand it anymore.

he moved his tongue back to my clit, licking and flicking it, and i felt him insert a finger inside my pussy....then 2. he moved his fingers in and out of my pussy as he worked on my clit, and i was almost completely lost in the touch of his hands and mouth. i knew i was dripping wet, and he moved his hand in order to insert a 3rd finger in my ass, i screamed, but only because i loved it. i begged him to stop, and he looked at me, genuinely hurt, but i smiled and told him only for a few seconds, i wanted to give him something. i pulled him on top of me, and then rolled us over. i could feel his smile as i turned around and sat down on his face; i felt his tongue inside my pussy again, and i didn't think i'd ever feel that good again. i laid down and went down on his cock, sucking it hard, licking it all over like a kid with an ice cream cone. i fondled his balls with one hand; i'd never heard a man moan so enthusiastically, and his voice only made me move faster. every lick, every movement of his tongue sent a wave of joy through me, i moved my hips eagerly, grinding his face into my pussy.

his mouth was so amazing, i couldn't stand it anymore; i turned around quickly and sat down on his long, hard cock. he moaned my name so loudly it bounced off the walls, and i clenched him tightly as i started to move up and down. he sat up and kissed each of my nipples, then my mouth....hard. i ran my hands through his hair and felt his hands move to my ass-kneading, rubbing. he spanked me gently, i screamed & smiled down at him, and asked him to do it again, harder. his hands hit my ass over and over until it stung so bad i wanted to cry; but the pain was delicious, and the smile on his face as i fucked him harder and faster than i ever thought i could was priceless. he told me to get on my knees, and i was SO willing to obey, i couldn't do it fast enough. the scream that left my body as he entered my pussy seemed to shake the entire room, my legs were quivering, my breathing reduced to ragged gasps between ecstatic moans and screams. his hands held my hips tightly as he pounded me, each stroke of his cock inside me set off fireworks in my brain as i held onto the edge of the bed for dear life. i felt his chest against my back, his arms around me, kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples; his breath on my neck now, moaning in my ear....God i love the way he moans my name, i thought to myself. he asked if i wanted to lie down, and i said yes....i laid down on my back, and he was inside me again almost before i could breathe. i wrapped one leg around him, he caught the other, kissed my calf and let it go. i wrapped it eagerly around him, he lay down on top of me, and our eyes met for the first time in a while-the naked passion reflected in his was almost painful. when he kissed me, his mouth was so hungry i almost couldn't keep up; our tongues danced and teased, outpacing our bodies....we were fucking slowly now....long, slow strokes, and i knew when he was gone, i'd never feel this good again. i forced that thought to the back of my mind, but not before a single tear trailed down my cheek-he wiped it away, and when i looked into his eyes again i knew he realized what i was thinking. he started to speak, but i put my fingertips to his lips and shook my head gently....this wasn't the time. he responded by moving faster inside me, and buried his face in my neck-i could feel his legs starting to tense, and i knew he was feeling the same thing i was. he continued to fuck me faster, faster....suddenly the world fell away, and the orgasm that shook my entire body brought screams from a place inside me i didn't know existed. at that same moment, i felt his cock thrust as deeply as possible, and his moans in my ear were so loud as his hot cum filled me. within moments, our bodies became still, but refused to part....and stayed that way for the longest time....