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Driving To Meet
(Copyright, 1998)

Posted DejaNews June 1998

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Characters names have all been changed.

This story is not for ages under 18.  Please do not go read if you are not a
consenting adult. The story contains sexualyl explicit material and for the
most part is based on my current road trip.


Driving to Meet


This is my first day on my road trip.  I'm traveling across the western
states and discovered over a week ago how to make the drive a little less
lonely and experience some new things.	After my last Internet relationship,
I felt that I didn't want to care about the person I had sex with anymore.  I
had lived my life in punishing myself for something I wasn't responsible for
and resided myself to eventually no sex or fantasies.  I discovered what I
wanted was a relationship where we discovered both of our desires from the
soul and body and would find ways to express them to each other.. I was hurt
it didn't come with a commitment.

I placed a personal ad on the Internet and also e-mailed an invitation to
some of the men I met in chat rooms.  A current picture was forwarded along
with a letter explaining my interest in meeting the men.

There were all types of responses and most were interested.  Some I believe
were from teenagers sending in pictures of relatives.  Pictures and profiles
were sorted and I mapped out my route according to which I would like to
meet.  Some didn't make the list because of their distance, profiles or I had
no interest in them, but I would say I had a great route planned with a
variety of adventures waiting.

The meeting would take place in a public place and I furnished a "safe word"
to all prospective.  He or I could use the word at anytime and then just walk
away.  Another safe word would be provided if we did decide to encounter a
sexual relationship for that evening. My trip should take about 8 days and 9
nights.  I plan most of my driving will be during the early hours of the day
in the warmer states.

My criteria for the men include: Over 30 under 50, married with proof, over
5'10", 175 to 225, must have sense of humor, wears jeans most of the time,
and most of all would like to have full control of me in a light bondage
sexual encounter for a couple of hours.

The rules were: Discretion and Confidentiality was a must and a statement
would need to be signed as well as a release to use any material in my
writings without divulging their name.	They would know from the stories I
furnished them beforehand what I would like to experience but weren't
required to try it all.  They were never to ask me "what ever I want to do." 
They would have a plan of their own and follow through as best they could. 
Cancellations were to be routed to my e-mail address which I had a friend
monitor during my driving times.  Most important, toys were allowed in my
pussy, however, their cock was only allowed in my ass.	I always kept my
pussy for someone special and I would know when the time came again.

This was a big risk, but my heart was feeling hurt, moving to a different
state, beginning a new job, divorcing.	Plus, I wanted to see what it would
feel like to see if I could be a person who didn't have to have strong
feelings and require emotional ties for a sexual encounter.  I was looking
for a little danger in life.  If my adventure turned out to be a mistake, I
would discover on my own.  This could plague me for the rest of my life or
turn out to be what I needed to go on after a love that hurt. I had lived a
lifetime of pain and had found the catalyst I needed to dissapate the old
feeling.  However, I became so hurt when it ended without knowing why, I felt
like I wasn't going to be able to go on.  I felt I had nothing to lose and
only new things to discover.

Eight days are planned and 9 men.  I hope I make them all.  If not, then
maybe I will extend the trip.  We will see.

My bags are in my new Wrangler and I have taken inventory of all the toys I
brought along for play.  Some of the men have been required to furnish things
that I will may keep as souvenirs.  I hope they come through!

I have my atlas ready with the routes highlighted and I have already made
reservations at the motels and lodges in my AAA guide.	My laptop computer
and cell-phone were both turned off so that I could be alone with my
thoughts.

Leaving Northern California is hard because of the beauty, weather, and
simplistic life required because of the high economy.  There are many things
to be discovered and I am determined to shoot the moon.

Heading out towards Sacramento early this morning, I hope to arrive in South
Lake Tahoe by the mid-afternoon.  This is my first encounter, Will.  His
profile states he is 5'11"; 195 lbs.; 42, and has been married 16 years; he
is self-employed as a Tree Surgeon.  He said he has never had an extramarital
affair but has always had an interest trying light bondage.  Sex for him was
never enough in his bed and he didn't have much trust in seeking it elsewhere
until this offer. He said a friend turned him on to the ad as a joke, but he
secretly wanted the experience.

I liked that Will cared about plants and trees.  God knows there are a lot of
them in Tahoe to look after.

Checking in to my motel room about 2 hours before we were to meet, I laid out
all my toys and gear for the evening. I fastened a pole to the top of the
entrance of the closet.  With everything in place, I dressed in a light,
small print summer dress with just a cotton thong underneath and wore a pair
of new sandals.

It wasn't much of a walk to the casino, however, all up hill.  It felt good
to have the cold evening mountain air go through the fabric of my dress and a
cold breeze made the dress flow tightly behind me.

I entered the casino that is decorated as a Greek palace.  This was where I
had my wedding dinner 20 years ago at age 18.  I walked past a blackjack
table that had a dealer sitting there looking bored.  I placed a $20 dollar
bill down and he dealt my two cards and I took a look.	The dealer had a 10
showing.  I hit with a 2 and a 9.  My next card was a 10 and my smile was a
dead give away as the dealer showed his 4 then Jack.  This was a good sign.

The odds are in my favor and I decided to keep it that way.  I went to the
bar behind the 8th row of quarter slot machines.  My walk picked up on the
rhythm from the sounds of the change being inserted into the machines..

There he was sitting at a table near the back.	I recognized him right away
from his picture.  Some pictures lie, but his was very close to being the
real person.  He stood up as I walked over.  I could tell he was nervous
about the encounter by the way he stood there with that smile.	We are both
going to encounter something we had never done before.	I spent sometime
during the past week flirting with each guy on the Internet to get some idea
of what they were like.  They all liked the stories I had sent them of what I
would like to expect.

Will was handsome in a rugged way.  You could tell by the creases near his
eyes and the muscles in his forearms that he worked hard outside.  He held
out my chair and immediately asked me if I wanted something to drink.  He
flagged the waitress dressed in a very short toga and she took our orders for
margaritas, on the rocks, no salt.

We made small talk for a couple of minutes and then I hit him with a
question.  "Can I call you Master instead of Will?"  He replied "That is what
I am."	He took my hand and squeezed it tight as he said "Are you ready,
Claire?"

We walked to the motel room and I let him walk a little ahead of me so that
he could feel the power of his control.  Once we arrived, he told me to wait
outside for a moment while he picked up a bag being held by the desk clerk. 
This was a surprise.

He took my hands once inside the motel room and told me to say his name. 
"Will" I responded.  He took my arms in back of me and said "No!" get it
right and you will be rewarded.  I smiled and said teasingly "Master, I'm all
yours."

"You will be rewarded for getting it right." He said as he began sliding my
dress up over my thighs.  I watched his other hand begin to rub and squeeze a
nipple to my breast.  He took off my dress exposing my full body then watched
smiling as he removed my cotton thong.	As he was crouched on the floor, he
took my hands to the floor and told me to stay there.

Tying my wrists to my ankles with nylon cord from his bag, he walked over to
the dresser and looked at the toys.  He chose the lavender oil in the perfume
bottle.  He poured it on top of my head and all over my body.  His hands
massaged deeply into my skin as he made sure it covered every part of my body
from hair to toes.

I sat there feeling every movement his hands made and jerked my feet as he
tickled the bottom of my soles.  I was very ticklish there and as he soon
discovered.  I couldn't move and he kept on watching me laugh in pain.	I
cried out "Master, please stop.  Please don't touch me there."	But he kept
going and forced me on my back with my knees in the air.  I begged for him to
stop and he finally did to reach between my legs and begin massaging my clit.
 He opened my pussy up wide with his fingers.  I felt so wet but I was still
very tight because I had nothing other than a tampon and a douche hose enter
inside of me for over six years.

He was too pleased by the tightness and feel of the muscles he felt inside
me.  I felt his tongue on my clit and he moved it quickly across until I came
within a minute.  First orgasm without feeling for someone.  It wasn't bad.

Less than a second flashed for him to remove his clothes and one more passed
until I heard the rustling of the foil of the condom he slipped on very
quickly. Quickly I felt his fully extended cock rub against my pussy and he
began to push it all the way through.  The most important rule was broken. He
thrust hard inside of me and I felt so much pain.  His cock felt long and he
forced it deep inside.	Each thrust sent in a more pain and I didn't want to
feel this way.

I wanted to beg him to stop but I couldn't.  This was a man's lust and I had
given up control.  This is what I had asked for but didn't expect it to feel
so bad.  I held in my moans of pain and the tears welling up inside.  This
was sex without emotion.  Only feeling sensations that deepened the
loneliness inside.  I was raping myself allowing this to happen, but I didn't
ask him to stop.  When he came hard inside of me I didn't notice.  I just
felt him stop and felt relieved but angry.

Tied up and motionless I just kept my eyes closed.  I didn't want to feel a
thing and the anger was burning inside of me.  As the cord was releasing its
hold on my wrists and ankles I remained in the position.  Then I felt his
hand under my back on under my knees as he lifted me up on to the bed.

He remained quite as I did.  His fingers went through my hair sweeping it
back from my face.  My lips felt his tenderly kiss them and I wondered if it
was an apology or a thank you for allowing him to cum.

Then I rolled over not wanting to feel his touch.  Maybe this was it and he
would now go.  But to my surprise he came closer and held me tight.  I begin
to melt inside when he said "I'm really sorry for breaking the rule. There
isn't anything I could ever do to take back what I did. Thank you for giving
me something I have thought I could never have."  It was the tone of his
voice, the way he said it that was sincere that allowed my anger to let go. 
I should be angry about breaking the rule.  Something inside of me
understood.

I kissed his hand that was on my breast and tucked it closer to me.  I felt
his lips on the back of my neck as he moved to become like two spoons
together.

We lay there quietly not making any noise for awhile, and then I whispered
"Master, could you please play with me and a toy?"

I felt his chest heave with a chuckle as he responded with "Whatever my woman
wants."

He got up and chose the nipple clamps, and took out of his own bag a new
scorpion vibrator from its package.  Watching me enjoy the vibration, he
rubbed the outside of my ass and inserted a finger slowly.  I felt myself
moving to the vibration and enjoying the feel on my clit as he probed my ass
with another finger.  As I was approaching a good orgasm he was pulling the
chain of the nipple clamps and one came loose as I felt my body began to
surge.

We showered afterwards and were stumbling and laughing trying to get a condom
on him when he was all wet.  We decided to say to hell with it and took each
other's word that we were not sexually active before this.  Throwing caution
to the wind, I enjoyed the feel of his cock inside of me in the shower and he
approached nice and slow.  He let me watch him cum on my stomach and I know
he saw the sparkle in my eye.

Without drying off, we sat on the floor by the bed talking about our lives
and stories of our pasts.  It was nice to find that someone you hardly met
could turn out feel like a good friend.

He helped me pack up my Wrangler and we drove out of town to a small casino
for breakfast about 3:00 in the morning.  We kissed good-bye and shook hands.
 There was one last hug and giggle as he said thank you and let me know that
there was always the ICQ.

I have driven about 200 miles since then and stopped to look at the early
morning dawn coming across the desert of Nevada.  This lap top battery is
about to end, but I have one last thought about my first day out.

My life has been many things to others and never enough to me.	I have given
my all to my jobs always seeking the promotion. , I have given my all to
helping my sister raise her kid. , I have given my all for my ex to have his
toys. I give a lot to others and that way I take.



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