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I have no idea why it was incomplete the last time on this newsgroup
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I don't know. From the looks of it, it was a problem on this side,
but I am not sure what. I remember the story being intact when I
got it. By the way, I reformated this for you. When it arrived in
my box it had the longline/shortline formatting of an article
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(*) If vim can correctly reformat text, there is no excuse for Free
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Moments of Gold

By Rayv and Jvstin

Send all feedback to jvstin@admin.con2.com and misha@lightspeed.net

Permission granted to freely distribute this as long as it is
complete, and full credit is given.


"Moments of Gold"

I. The Meeting


I sighed and squirmed a bit in my airline seat, still not believing
that it was going to happen.  I finally was going to see Elizabeth, in
person, real.  After so long!

I had entered a contest on American Express' website--it was called
E-Mail Pals London Encounter.  The idea was that you and a person whom
you correspond via e-mail but not real life were BOTH given a trip to
London to finally meet, and to simply have a vacation.  It was to be
arranged, though, that if you turned out not to like the person you
had been writing, that after the photo-ops and so forth, the two of
you could essentially have seperate vacations.  However, as Elizabeth
said.  "J, I don't think we are going to worry about that."  You see,
Elizabeth and I have a cyber romance.

Distance is of course, the reason. I live in the Windy City, Chicago.
Heart of the Midwest.  I do some HTML, some java, stuff like that.
Michael Jason is my name, although Elizabeth likes to call me Jason
since I use that name on the Internet.  Elizabeth works in the
procuring section of the Charlotte Art Museum.  Costumes,
specifically.   As you might expect from her name, she DOES like
Medieval England.  And, of course, her residence makes for great lines
like wanting to spend time in her web...

Anyway, we met on the Internet, and seemed like we had known each
other for ages.  Saying each other's thoughts, or typing I should say,
and a very basic compatability.  It was a crying shame that we lived
too far apart to meet.  

So, since it is part of my job to be on the Internet to a high degree,
I one day found a web page with the AMEX contest.  And so I entered
our names.  I don't think they expected or really desired
cyber-lovers, but I didn't expect to win, either.  Imagine my surprise
when we did.

6 days and 5 nights in the land of Shakespeare, Pubs and knights in
shining armor.  I had been to the wonderful city years before, on a
trip with my older sister.  Elizabeth, on the other hand, has not been
much outside the Carolinas, except for a wonderful trip she gushed
about to Washington D.C.  As you might expect, the Smithsonian she
found very appealing.

Anyway, due to the way the flights were set up, I would arrive in
Heathrow a couple of hours ahead of the plane Elizabeth was on.  No
chance even to go to the Hotel, however, since all the AMEX people
were going to be in the airport, and waiting to photograph our
meeting.  Elizabeth and I agreed beforehand to simply go for the peck
on the cheek.  No need to freak out the kindly sponsors of this trip
when we would finally meet.

So, the plane finally landed, and a couple of greeters and chaperones
later, I was in an office in the airport.  Awaiting the signal to go
back to the arrivals terminal, and stand and wait for my "e-mail pal",
with all the cameras waiting.

And so I stood there, as the people filed past.  I had the her picture
in my hand, and a big name badge with "I'm your e-mail pal Michael"
on. I also was in a blue suit, which made me feel like some corporate
drone. 

Yeah, it sounds corny, but what can you do? Go with the flow,
especially since it was all worth it.

And then she came. She had on that same sort of dinky name badge, but
she apparently had no desire to hold a picture of me.  She told me
later that she would know her beloved on sight, having memorized every
pore of the pictures I had long since sent her.  Not being a specimen
of beauty, this only made me blush.  Her clothing was much more
free--a poet's shirts over jeans.  Guess it is because they couldn't
make her change into something on the plane...

And then our eyes met.  The electricity was palapable.  Banished were
any thoughts we would not like the sight of each other, dislike each
other, or what have you. Even if she was somewhat overweight and I
homely and nerdy looking.

I wanted to kiss those lips of hers, and, I knew, she wanted mine.  I
licked my lips nervously, anxious. However, we had to stick to the
script.

"Elizabeth?"

"Michael?"

"I'm your e-mail pal!"

"And I am all yours!" 

Yeah, she slipped, but, being excited, what could you do?  We
approached each other, and I kissed her cheek, admist a sea of
flashbulbs.

The sweet phrase "That's a wrap." ended the more or less staged scene,
and so the two of us could take a limo to the Hyatt Hotel, in downtown
London.

Hustled into the Limo, and we were off.  Unfortunately, we had a
Chaperone, this burly guy about my age, wearing a suit and shades.
So, any dreams I had of making out with my love in the car were
hopelessly dashed.

So we kept things on the level.  We talked about how great it was that
we finally met, and all sorts of filler talk.  We talked about the
intineraries we had, and the things we would see.  All along this,
however, the jet lag was catching up on us.  Plane flights across the
Atlantic are LONG.  We both nearly nodded off.

Finally the large Hotel, and the heart of downtown London, had
arrived.  Unfortunately, we had to undergo another photo op in the
lobby...but I did get to kiss her on the cheek again.  Mischeviously,
I held it a fraction of a second longer than was necessary, just
because it felt good.

We were given our keys, and our luggage was carted up to our rooms.
Across the hall from each other, matter of fact, since we had been
given fairly nice suites.  Elizabeth's room had a view of the Tower of
London and Tower Bridge.  I had to "settle" for the Monument, St.
Paul's Cathedral, and the Telecom Tower.

Finally, and not a moment too soon, all the AMEX people were gone, and
there we were, in the hallway, in our doorways, gazing at each other.

"It's great to see you, love." she smiled at me.

"Yes...yes, it finally has happened."  I replied.  I stepped forward,
and we both emitted large yawns.  We both said it at the same time.

"Jet Lag."  This brought a laugh, and we met in the middle, for a
kiss, at least.  Her lips salty and sweet, and my tongue darted
quickly into her warm mouth, and then back again.  Feeling the
tiredness in our bodies, we broke the kiss.

"Our first night together, and we are both tired!" she pouted.  I
wasn't too happy about this, either.

"Lover, tell you what.  We will get a nice sleep tonight, and tomorrow
we will have the energy to take on England."  I then paused and added.
"As well as each other." With a smile, and a peck on the lips, we
seperated, to quickly return to our rooms, and into our beds.


II. Lovers in London

Morning came to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing.  Unusual for me,
since my alarm clock is usually set to a radio station, but I didn't
know the frequencies here, and I didn't look at my copy of Timeout
last night to set it properly.  So, I made do.  I am generally a
morning person anyway--rarely do I sleep excessively late.

So, after a quick shower, getting dressed, and primping myself as
males always do but rarely admit, I walked over to Elizabeth's door,
and knocked.

She answered the door with a smile and a sudden kiss.  She broke it
after a few glorious seconds.  "Good Morning!".  Indeed, with that
sort of morning wakeup, it certainly was.  

"Ready for breakfast?" I asked.  I figured since that it was free,
spending money or no, having it in the hotel restaurant was a good
choice and I told her so.

"Sure, love.  I will be right back.  Don't go away."  She closed the
door, and soon returned with her purse.  I debated holding hands with
her as we walked to the elevator.  Guess I was afraid of the
theoretical AMEX agent watching us.  Silly me.

The Elevator was one of those glass elevators, so that you could see
the whole lobby and they could see you.  Elizabeth, noticing my
nervousness, whispered in my ear, out of the hearing of the two
elderly women also in with us.

"If I have my way lover, by the time this trip is over, we won't even
care that this elevator has glass walls, and that everyone can see
what we do..." She then, teasingly, licked the rim of my ear with my
tongue, and then pulled back, and looked perfectly angelic and
innocent.

We soon found our way to the restaurant.  As luck would have it, it
was rather busy, and so we strained to hear each other over our
particular meals.  Elizabeth, as I said before, much to her eternal
lament, although her appearance did not bother me at all, is a big
girl, and so attacked the food with gusto.  I was glad this was an
American hotel and not an English one.  The English tend not to make
much out of breakfast and after the plane ride, etal, a large
breakfast was what we both wanted.

And yes, we did share.  About midway through the meal, I decided to be
not such a snook, and leaned forward with my fork with a bit of
sausage, for Elizabeth to taste.  This drew a smile from her lips as
her tongue snaked out between to grab the treat.

We finally finished breakfast, and were ready to tackle London.  The
rate we were going, we eager to tackle each other, but we DID have a
trip to go on.  Thanks to the wonderful placement of the hotel, the
Tower of London was within walking distance, and we decided to go
there first.

Of course, as I said, I had been there years ago, but, however,
Elizabeth's interest in the medieval period gave her knowledge of the
layout as well.  Thus, she knew about the clipped wings on the ravens,
recognized a Beefeater on sight, and didn't flinch when we saw the
chopping block.  

The Tower of London is not a single building, mind you.  There is the
White Tower, where Elizabeth and I saw the Crown Jewels.  There is
other buildings and Towers, where we saw the cells that used to hold
the prisoners, including Lady Jane Grey, Queen of England for 9 days,
and Sir Walter Raleigh.

So, we eventually found ourselves in a period room of costumes from
medieval England.  Lots of lace, and ornate clothing.  Elizabeth
smiled as 

"I would LOVE to take you home to Charlotte and have us dressed like
this, Michael.  Imagine a large bed, you and I..." She gave me a
smile.

Damn Elizabeth.  Sexy enough that her imagination alone is enough to
excite me. Someone cruel might say it is overcompensation for her low
self esteem for her appearance.  Said someone would also wind up with
missing teeth if I knew they even thought that. She was sexy,
unalloyed and unqualified.

I closed the gap between us.  There were few people in the room, and
so my mouth found hers.  I am sure we were a spectacle to all the
tourists, but at the moment we didn't care.  Her lips opened, and our
tongues met, as we had dreamed and talked about for so long.  Finally,
and before a guard decided to break us up, we stopped, looking into
each other's eyes.  The electricity was there, and the fact that we
continued the tour holding hands from then on was but proof.

Excited as we were with each other, there was still stuff to see, and
so, instead of heading back to the Hotel, we instead headed to Tower
Bridge.

"This is the bridge most tourists think is London Bridge, but the
actual name is Tower Bridge.  London Bridge is that flat boring span
over there." I pointed a little ways down the Thames.  We then
proceeded to walk across, as many people were doing.  And so, we
walked across the picturesque span, even though it was a very cloudy
day, with occassional gusts of raw wind.  This latter weather only had
the effect of her occassionally, when we had stopped along the span,
to wrap me into her arms for warmth as we stood together.  

I continued to point out landmarks which were easily visible from our
vantage points.  We decided to forego the tour of the Bridge itself,
since that entailed a rather claustrophobic journey into its bowels.

As evening arrived, we had walked across the Bridge, and to save some
wear and tear on our legs, took the Tube back across the river.  We
had week long passes, so it was not a big deal as in terms of a waste
of money.  We soon found ourselves in a McDonalds near a section of
the old London Wall.

"Dates back to the Roman occupation, Elizabeth."  She watched me,
enraptured, as I explained.  "As you saw, it begins at what is now the
Tower of London, and goes all the way, or at least, in pieces, to the
London Museum in this funky building called the Barbican. I'd like to
show THAT to you tomorrow."

Finally, we made it back to the Hotel.  While London has a night life
the equal of Chicago's or probably even better, the two of us had
flirted, kissed and held hands all day.  We wanted each other, and
both knew it.

We flipped a pound coin in the lobby.  It came up heads, and so we
decided, just like that, that we would stay in her room.  And so, both
of us grinning, we headed into that glass elevator and up to our
floor.  We wasted almost no time after getting through the door and
closing it.  Almost as soon as I locked it, Elizabeth drew me into the
bedroom, and onto the wide bed with her.

No parents. No AMEX.  No one but me and my love.  Our mouths met, but
for a moment, brief, reassuring.  With a quick motion, I pulled her
shirt off, revealing a lacy bra.  Black.

"Just as you like."  She said with a grin.  I unbuttoned it, and
revealed her breasts.  She hissed with pleasure as I finally placed my
mouth on her right nipple, and began to suck.  

Her hands ran down my sides, finding the button to my pants as I first
sucked, then nibbled on her twin breasts, back and forth.  With my
help, reluctantly ending my ministrations on her nipples for the
moment, I pulled my pants down.  My cock, erect, poked through the
crack in the boxers.

"It is lovely, J."  Elizabeth smiled.  "I want it in me right now.
Feel how wet I am for you."  She guided a hand of mine inside the open
zipper of her pants.  Her panties were already wet, and getting more
soaked.  With a smile, I removed her pants and then her panties.
Elizabeth spread her thighs as I pulled down my boxers and started to
gently insert my cock into her.

She was, however, not in a gentle mood.  She wrapped her legs around
me and lifted her hips for my thrusts.  Finally getting the hint, I
began to thrust long, powerful strokes.  Elizabeth kneaded her fingers
into my back as I continuing fucking her, wrapped securely between her
legs and her thrusting hips.

Soon, she began to moan and I realized that she was close to orgasm.
I grabbed up the tempo and thrust harder and harder, as my own orgasm
was building.  She could feel it too, as she ran her fingers through
my hair and occassionally nibbling at my neck.

"Cum into me J.  Fill me up, lover!"  she rasped.  I nodded and thrust
harder and harder, intent on just that.  However, my far from frigid
lover beat me to the orgasm, tilting her head back and screaming as
her body went into spasms of joy.

"Jason!"

That put me over the edge.  I soon started shooting deep and hard into
her.

"Elizabeth!" I panted as I continued to thrust my spewing cock into
her, as my tempo slowed down to a crawl and then a stop.

"Goddess, Jason.  That was wonderful!" She leaned to take a kiss from
me.  I gladly obliged, although we were both too tired to make it
long.  We made it up in the looks in each others eyes.

Elizabeth and I had been dissappointed to learn that the English do
not go in for hottubs or spas.  We both had fantasized many a time
about enjoying each other's company in one, and I actually had with
previous lovers'.  So, we had to settle for showering together before
going to sleep.

And believe me, we had fun.  Of course, the unspoken rule was that you
could only lather your partner, not yourself.  So, Elizabeth
devilishly made VERY sure my cock and crotch were clean, and I enjoyed
lathering up her fine ass and pussy and even inserting a finger inside
its warm confines for a second.

Finally, cleaned and undressed, we could finally sleep.  I arranged
myself so that I could put an arm about her, and fell blissfully
asleep.

III. Rain Rain Don't Go Away


It's amazing which senses come to you first when you stir from sleep.
Sight is usually the last, and hearing is usually the first, as anyone
who blearily tries to find an alarm clock can attest.

So, the first thing I heard was the thunder, the pouring rain from the
window.  The clouds of yesterday had turned into a full fledged storm.
I turned my head toward the window and it was only then I realized it.
My hands were handcuffed to the bedpost!

My eyes finally won the battle of sleepiness, and I could see.
Indeed, it was raining cats and dogs.  And, indeed, my hands were
securely handcuffed.  The warm fur lining inside the cuffs kept the
cool metal off my hands.

The next thing I noticed, I was naked.  As I said, it is funny how you
notice these things in a particular order.  I heard a melodious
singing, and Elizabeth walked in from the main room of the suite.  She
was wearing a red lace bra and panties, and nothing else.

"Finally awake, sleepyhead?" She said, with a smile.  I was still in a
bit of a daze.

"Um...why am I handcuffed to the bed?" I asked.  Oh, in our IRC
conversations, and calls on the phone, we had done a little bondage,
but this was rather real...

"Silly love. If I didn't, you'd want to go out into London in the
pouring rain, and catch our death of cold.  It will clear up later, so
I figured why not stay indoors until then?  And this way, you are
guaranteed not to go anywhere.  Why waste one of these moments of
gold, eh? So, I have you here, and you are rather tied up and can't go
run away to visit some Museum."

"I guess I can't, now can I?" I said in mock distress.  She came over
and looked at my erect cock.  "Well, it seems this is not unhappy
about your predicament."  She grasped it between her thumb and
forefinger, and rubbed along its length. "I think we will keep this
nice and hard, what do you think, love?"

"Um..." I looked brightly up at her eyes, wondering what was next.
Then, a growl in my stomach hit.

"I'm hungry, Elizabeth." I said. "Can't you take off the cuffs so that
we can go get some food?"  She just chuckled and shook her head.

"Oh. I think you deserve breakfast in bed.  And I will be happy to
oblige." She walked over to a bowl with strawberries and grasped a
pair and walked over with them.  She got onto the bed and straddled my
chest. She then held the strawberry above my open mouth.

"Up love, and get your treat" she said, in a purring voice.  I raised
my head and she popped the strawberry in.  As I chewed and swallowed
it, my eyes followed her hands as she placed the second strawberry
between her beautiful breasts.

"Care for another, my pet?"  She teased, leaning a bit closer to me.
I reached up my head, straining at my cuffs, to retrieve the tasty
treat.  Elizabeth smiled as I finally managed to grab it in my teeth,
brushing my mouth against her breasts as I did so. She then reached a
hand back to stroke my aching cock.

"So, tell me, J, do you want to fuck me. Or do you want me to play
with you a bit more?" The sight of her sitting on me was erotic,
believe me. 

"Yes, I would like to fuck you Elizabeth." I smiled up at her,
straining at my bonds.  She then shook her head, and smiled.  "I want
your tongue first, lover.  I want you to make love to me with your
tongue as you have described over and over again."  She then moved to
place her pussy poised inches above my mouth.

"Your NEXT treat, love."  I leaned up and she grabbed my head as I
began to suck on her clit.  Her eyes closed and she began to moan as I
switched to plunging my tongue between her pussy lips. She reached a
hand back, stroking my cock, keeping it hard and erect and waiting.
As if the idea of eating out Elizabeth was not erotic enough! The
handcuffs only were heightening the experience.

She slowly ground herself into my face, getting wetter and wetter as I
continued the assault. She started talking dirty to me.  "My
handcuffed Jason, having no choice but to fuck me with his tongue.
This feels oh, so good.  Keep it up, my lover..."

Finally, she pulled herself off.

"I'm so hot...I've GOT to have you in me, now."  She slid down with a
smile, and without further ado, she plunged her wet sex onto my shaft.


She began to slide up and down my cock.  Sliding up until only the tip
was between her lips, and then with force slamming it into her
straight to the balls.  Quickly, I felt the pressure building and felt
the tension rise.

"I'm going to come, love!" I rasped as she furiously rode my shaft.
She just nodded and moaned, near her own orgasm.  I bucked my hips in
time, and finally screamed out her name as I squirted into her sex.

She continued to ride my depleting cock, finally hitting her orgasm
herself.

"Jason!  Jason!" She gasped, slowing down and practically falling onto
me.

She brought her mouth to mine, and we kissed, my softening cock
resting within her.

"Feels good to have you in there, lover" Elizabeth finally said as our
lips parted.  "Feels good to be in there." I replied.  I couldn't
embrace her and she knew it.  She was merely content to embrace me as
she lay atop me.


She whispered to me.  "Don't forget that I might like my hands bound
sometime."  She kissed my nose.

"Now, love, let's unlock you, and take a shower.  The rain has
stopped.  Let us go see more of London."

I hadn't even noticed the storm was over.



Paul Weimer


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