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I must put these little warnings, as not to bum someone out that is looking
for something
a little more hard core than what I write. This is a true story about a woman
who met
someone here on the cyberspace freeway and met her lover, for the first time.
I must
repeat myself and remind you I am not much of  a writer, but am here again
just to give a
window into a strangers life....I am sure there are many woman out there just
like
Camille....



A little nervous and unsure of herself, she stood in the mirror and allowed
her eyes to
trace her naked body in a full length mirror. She thought to herself, “was I
going to meet
his expectations?" It had been almost 9 months since first she talked to him.
It started out
to be a friendship over the waves of cyberspace but since had grown into a
unexplainable
love. More than friends and less than a committed love. She twisted a red lock
around her
finger tip and pouted her full plum lips at the mirror in front of her.
Camille’s breasts
were round but far from where they were located when she was 21. Her body had
carried
two children and took enough physical abuse to last a life time. But he made
her feel
pretty. But somehow she couldn't feel it right now. Camille the mature 31 year
old felt
like a school girl when his voice echoed across miles of telephone lines, and
in one hour
he would be here laying next to her. They had shared a lot over that year and
knew
eachother as well as two people could living 3000 miles apart. But still his
arrival, well,
she couldn't allow herself to believe it until her heavy hazel eyes verified
his presence.
She stood there in front of the mirror and watched herself carefully cuddle
ample breasts
into a black lace bra, and slid into black satin panties with elegance. She
wanted to be
sexy. She wanted to try. It seemed she had lost a lot of her femininity long
ago, but found
it that night in that little hotel room of green shabby decor and the odd
smell of old
perfume. 
She turned to check herself once again and felt that she was ready to pick him
up from
the airport. Camille paced. She had already felt her cunt began to moisten
just thinking
about all the conversations of  what she would do, and what he would
do....dam. There
was no time to decide what to do, time was getting away from her. 


He appeared amongst a group of other tired passengers from the almighty red
eye flight.
Camille knew him immediately. Two men who were waiting for a fellow friend on
the
same flight and had befriended her as they waited patiently for the delayed
flight to
finally arrive. They knew she was waiting for a lover Camille had described in
detail
from the big apple, and found it their responsibility to push her into him the
minute they
figured out which one he was. 

He smiled and Camille gave him a quick glance. She grabbed his hand and lead
him out
of the airport. Camille was holding his hand in hers and she couldn't believe
she had done
this. She could feel her heart beat out of control, as her sex continued to
grow
increasingly wet. She studied the carpet details as they left the airport. He
tried to get her
to look up but she was embarrassed and a bit shocked that he was actually
here. All she
could muster to say was...." Hello Henry."

Camille could feel his eyes glide along her full figure and she became a
little flattered
that someone like him found her attractive. As they approached the car she
wanted to
touch him, hold him. Her insecurities made it hard for her to make eye
contact. Getting in
the car she threw her backpack in the backseat turned and smiled not directly
looking at
him. Little was said. Camille realized she  needed her wallet to pay for
parking, and
without hesitation  reached back, pressing her body up against his.......Oh
god, she
thought "I am up against him"..how tacky. Her breasts were smashed up against
his arm.
Camille's nipples on full alert became hard and erect. It was a good thing she
wore a
sweater over her dress she thought. She wondered later if he thought she had
ment to do
that....

Camille knew her city by the bay well. That night she could have gotten lost
in a paper
bag. She had no idea where she was. As they left the freeway, Camille said
smoothly, 
"ummm, I need to pull over. I am a little nervous and .....well....I have to
figure out where
our hotel is" Camille said as she grabbed a local paper with a small map on
it. She  could
feel her cheeks grow a passionate red. Without warning he kissed her. Camille
wanted
him to touch her, take her right then and there. Parked in a no parking zone
she knew that
it would only be a few minutes for a cop to pick her out and tag her with a
ticket.
Camille's breath changed. She grabbed his full hand and placed it on her left
breast.
Camille could feel her body begin to climb on the side of a road in the late
evening with
passer byers watching this. As the kiss ended she took a breath and focused on
where
they were. She still needed to touch him so Camille placed her hand on his
thigh. Henry
looked at her as she gazed out the window...."where the hell were we?" she
thought.
Taking her trembling hand, he placed it atop his fully erect covered cock.
Camille
wanted to scream, “take it out here, right here, let me take you in my mouth!"
But rather
fondled him gently and realized she had to get them to the hotel. Music
quietly
murmured on the radio, but she couldn't hear what was playing, all she could
think of was
he was hard and she wanted him.  He gently touched her leg as they drove along
the city
streets, pulling Camille's dress up just enough to see the fullness of her
thigh and satin
panties. Camille would pull it down, and he would pull it up....
As they arrived at the dingy hotel on Geary St. Camille became increasingly
aroused. The
two of them both a little unsure of each other didn't say much in the
elevator. Stepping
out of the elevator and down the hall, silence became overwhelming.  As
Camille opened
our door she stepped in and walked over to the window pretending to be
interested in
something outside. She felt flushed. When Camille turned, he was there. Henry
embraced
her and talked to her softly in a language only they understood. He guided her
over to the
large framed bed and Camille sat on the edge. He untied her boots and asked
her to lay in
bed with him......Camille did. They laid there for what seemed like a minute,
if that long,
before Camille had striped her clothes off and slipped under the blankets.
"Take your
clothes off " she whispered in embarrassment. Henry smiled, stood, and
undressed for her
without a pause. Camille blushed pretending to look away watching his every
move. He
climbed in next to her and she could feel his fully erect cock press against
the side of her
thigh. With a trembling hand Camille reached down and touched it gently. A
warm wave
filled her chest. Wanting to look at it, She pulled back the covers and moved
in closer to
the erect cock she had craved for so many months. Blushing, she licked the
end. He laid
back as Camille took it in her mouth. Such an awesome feeling to feel it hit
the back of
her throat, to lay against the heat of her tongue. Camille remembering the
detailed
coaching of friends. Being sure to move up and down on it getting just enough
suction ,
just enough rhythm, just enough friction. She was so nervous about giving him
head. That
was the first and only time she had ever done that and Camille could have
stayed there
for hours, but he wouldn't let her. He knew Camille was an inexperienced woman
with
only one partner in her 31 years and wanted to show her things she had never
experienced before this night. Sex before him was a simple missionary style
lay. Not for
him. He pulled Camille to him and kissed her with feather soft kisses.
Camille's heart
raced and her sex filled with a sweet honey. Her thighs trembled as his very
well
endowed sex touched her freshly shaved cunts lips. Opening her legs for him
wider as he
entered, gave her a animalistic rush. It burned as his sex stretched the fine
skin
surrounding Camille's wet cunt. Her hips felt the need to roll, and her
nipples already
sprung alive, waited for his kisses to be poured over them. Pulling it all the
way out and
going back in made Camille crazy with desire. She laid back and relaxed as he
pulled
out. ......Watching his head lower with swirls of brown hair, Camille felt his
breath upon
her sex. With gentle fingertips, he opened her cunt and slid his tongue along
the slit. His
mouth was warm and wet. She felt a pleasure of a indescribable high. It was as
though
she was floating outside her body. Camille grabbed his hair as she moved to
climb the
top....After all these months of knowing everything about one another except
this one
small part....sex...she was pleased. 
Camille had done some of the most enjoyable drugs, from opium in a pipe to
heroin in a
needle and this could not compare to the way she felt that night. He ravished
her as
though she was a desert prepared especially for him. Camille twisted the
sheets in her
fists as she began to climax. Her toes cramped and curled as her back
arched.........He told
her later that she hit him and pushed him away.....Camille just remembered
euphoria.
After climaxing Camille realized where she was. Strange. Camille had never
climaxed in
this way...and wanted it more now than ever imaginable. Before him an orgasm
was
something women claimed they had. She thought it was all just a bunch of
bullshit....They fucked and made love many times over that night. In different
positions
and different  places in that little room. In-between her desires to have him,
they laid
silently in eachothers arms, cuddling and comforting. She found an eternal
friend that
night. 
There are blurs Camille tells me, in the way things happened or in what order.
The time
they shared was minimal. Just one night and two days is what they shared. But
before the
night was over she felt compelled to have him in her mouth just once more. He
obliged
as he slipped it in her mouth. She could taste the sweetness in his skin, and
felt every line
in his shaft against her tongue as she moved it in and out. Camille wanted his
cum
against the back of my throat. She wanted him to be a part of her by giving to
her this
heavenly serum. Camille moved down and licked his balls, dragging her tongue
softly
against them. Touching his thighs and centering in on his cock. She could feel
the ball of
her pierced tongue roll along the length of his erectness...after a little
while of sucking
and licking Camille began to feel the pulsating of his cock shoot the hot
fluid in her
mouth. Swallowing his sweet tasting cum made Camille's own cunt release her
own soft
glistening fluids....for that moment in time he was a part of who she
was.........
As the weekend came to a quick end Camille felt liberated and sad all at once.
Henry had
made love to her and fucked her more times than she thought was possible. As I
write
this story, Camille tells me that Henry fucked her so many times, that she
stayed sore for
three days after their blissful affair. She also informs me that she will be
going to see him
soon......only this time she won’t have as many inhibitions. Camille tells me
she would
have loved to have tied him up and blindfolded him. Sucked him until he could
no longer
have taken it. She also claims that Anna Rice would of had nothing on her had
she not
been so intimidated..... We will see....heh


Ana Hernandez~1998


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