First Chance
                               By Carol Parsons

I met him on the Internet, a chat line.  He was there for me.  We talked for
hours, then days, a month.  We sent e-mail.  We made love on the computer, in
our minds, and written down through  e-mail.  He was ten years my senior,
lived in the next state over.  He was a wonderful man, a friend, lover,
confidant.  He was special in all ways.

After a while of knowing each other, he asked me if he could meet me, come to
my state to see me, know the person he spent so much time with, thought of so
often.  I said yes, nervous about meeting him, but I wanted to look into the
eyes of the man who treated me so special.

I had one week to wait and as the time grew closer I wasn't sure that I could
go through with it.  My fantasies were of him, the man I would soon be with. I
wanted to hold him, kiss him, touch his body, taste the wonderful places that
would bring ecstasy to his face.  I wanted so much for it to be as good as I
had imagined.

The arrangements were set.  He was staying in the hotel down the street.  I
would meet him there.

I tried not to think as I knocked on the door.  He opened it, let me in.  I
looked into his eyes, smiled, my eyes sparkling with happiness.  He took me in
his arms and kissed me, then again, and I found my body pressed close to his
like we were made to fit together. He moved me to the bed.  I wanted him so
much.  I was already wet inside.  He laid me back, pulled off my panties, and
put his hand on my pussy.  His fingers were inside me playing, in and out,
around my clit. His mouth was on mine, his tongue playing games with me.  I
was in a whirlwind, my nervousness nearly gone. My breathing grew fast, my
pussy wetter.  Without thought I reached for his pants, his cock, and I
squeezed it, wanting to feel the hot flesh.  He stood in front of me and
started to unzip his pants, but I took over.  He wore bikinis and I stared and
smiled and put my mouth on the bulge in his pants and blew and nibbled softly
before removing them completely.  I licked a straight line up the hard,
beautiful cock, then brought my mouth down on him as my fingers were running
over his balls, my other hand on his ass.  He moaned wanting more, wanting me,
and for a few more minutes I continued the special treatment.

We got into bed, staring at each other.

"Did I say hello yet?" I asked, smiling.

"I don't think so," he said, smiling back.

"Mmmm, hello," I said.

The palm of my hand touched the side of his face, then around to the back of
his head and pulled him toward me.  We kissed hard, fast, wanting so much at
once.  He got up off  the bed, crawled between my legs and spread them open. I
sighed softly, wanting him to taste me, touch me, put his fingers inside me,
make me cum.

With my eyes closed I felt him nibbling on my clit, touching my pussy with his
hand, tickling lightly.  I was breathing hard, a feeling I hadn't had in
years.  His fingers wandered up inside of me.  They wiggled in me as his mouth
moved on my clit blowing warm air and his tongue was wild.  No one had ever
done that t o me before. I put my hands on his head, my feet on his shoulders.
I wanted to cum, yet not end, keep going.  My body began to shudder with is
fingers in me, his mouth never hesitating, never stopping.

"Oh, baby," I said, hardly breathing.  "I'm cumming," and I shivered all over
and continued to cum until he moved from my pussy to my mouth.  He kissed me
hard and I tasted him, tasted me.

A smile covered his face as he stood on the side of the bed in front of me so
I could touch him, taste him, make him feel the way I had felt, shudder the
same, cum inside my mouth.

I let my fingers cover his hips, his thighs, his balls, my mouth on his cock,
my tongue licking the head, the shaft.  Another hand moved to his soft ass,
squeezed it, stuck a finger to the hole and teased.  He moaned moving his hips
back and forth, his hand on my head.  I licked his balls, sucking softly on
one.

"Oh, that feels so good," he said.

I kept touching him, kept sucking on his wonderful, hard cock.  I wanted to
hear him moan, feel his body shake, have him cum in my mouth, and he did
sighing, cumming.  I swallowed once and he continued to cum as I tickled his
balls and rode my mouth up and down.  I swallowed all of him, feeling good to
make him feel that way.

I felt so good, so safe, so satisfied.  He crawled into bed with me, lay
beside me.  I laid half on, half off, my leg over his, my arm over his
stomach.  I hid my head in his chest never feeling that way before.  I was
warm and happy.  I propped my head up on my hand, stared into his eyes, and
smiled.  He looked at me, his own smile draped over his lips.  He looked at me
as though I was one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.  I felt
cared for, special.  I ran my hand over his cheek admiring him, ran my fingers
through his hair.

We talked for awhile, about everything, anything.  It didn't matter what we
talked about, because we were together.  I was safe and warm and I didn't want
to leave that room.

My hand wandered over his body in soft, feather tickles; his chest, his
stomach, his hips, the inner thighs.  I couldn't take my hands off of him,
couldn't stop touching, showing affection.  He talked to me, the goosebumps
drifting over his torso.  I ran my fingers up over his balls, cock, then
touched him all over again.  He stopped talking, took a deep breath, losing
his train of thought.

"I think that's a gift to be able to touch someone like you do.  I think some
people are just born with it." I smiled happily, knowing I could make him feel
that good.  I loved touching him, his balls that were tight and pulled to his
body, his nipples so hard and great to lick and nibble on, his cock so stiff
and perfectly shaped.

He rolled over on me, kissed me hard, his hand on my pussy, fingers buried
deep inside, then wiggling my clit from side to side.  He went down on me
again, his mouth tasting, wanting, his fingers roaming all over me.  I moaned
and moved my hips, the sensations gripping me, taking me to another place.  My
body shuddered three times before he brought his mouth to mine and kissed me,
his tongue glued to the inside of my mouth.

"Taste how delicious you are," he said.

I said nothing, but continued to kiss him, my hands over his body. I sat up
beside him on the bed, giving him my special touches, licks, kisses.  He was
hard and I continued to do this, then suck his cock slowly at first, then
faster.  He moaned louder the closer he grew to cumming, then his body letting
go to one final wave releasing in my mouth.

It was Heaven here with the man that I met from over a computer.  I had never
felt that special, never was treated that good, never came that many times.
People ask me now if it is a good idea to meet someone in person that they
care for on the Internet.  My answer is yes.  If it is good on the Internet,
it is better in person.