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The Cyber Meet
by
Lisa & Sharon

Steve sat there watching the candle create sparkling images as it played
through his glass of wine.  Meanwhile the little demons of doubt kept trying
to intrude on him and destroy his spirit.  "Will she come?  Will she change
her mind?  What will she really be like?  Oh god, what if she doesn't come."

Steve had been chatting with Marsha online for several months.  Though the
time they had spent chatting could easily have been measured in hours, both
felt as though they had known the other all their lives.  They had talked
about everything.  The triumphs and tragidies in their lives.  Their passions
and Steve's plumbing.  His kids and her kids.  Politics and..... . Well let's
forget the politics.  But from the first time they had chatted there seemed a
special affinity between them.  The more they chatted the more each realized
that they fundamentally ENJOYED each other.  Of course each had gone through
the usual online worries that accompany 'terminal' relationships.  Is this
person at the other end of this line actually what they say?  Can I really
trust this person?  But time had slowly dispelled their fears.  They had even
talked on the phone and discovered that they liked the sound of each other.
And now they were actually going to meet.

At least that was the idea.  They had agreed to meet in the lounge of a hotel
at a 'neutral' city.  Friday night, 7 o'clock.  Marsha would know Steve from a
picture he had sent her, but as Marsha had never sent Steve a picture of
herself (she really hated most pictures of herself and didn't want Steve to
see her in what she felt to be 'less than an ideal light'), so Steve was going
on the description of herself that she had sent him, and of the outfit she
said she would be wearing.  

A half hour before the appointed time, Steve had taken up his lonely
reconnaissance in the hotel lounge.  Every set of approaching footsteps had
started his heart beating just a little faster.  "Is that her?", he would
wonder.  Of course it would not be and he would settle back into his chair and
continue his vigil.  It was now 7:10, and while he was far from abandoning his
post, new doubts and worries became to plague him.  "Is she Ok?  Was she in an
accident?"  Steve tried to purge his mind of these thoughts as he watched the
shimmering little puddles of colored light dancing on the tabletop as the
candlelight refracted through the wine.

There she was.  It was that abrupt.  She wasn't there, and then suddenly there
she stood in the doorway to the lounge.  Steve just stared for a moment.  The
rest of the lounge, the other patrons, all faded into some grey background as
he focussed on the one thing in his life that mattered at this particular
moment.  It HAD to be her.  The brown slacks.  The white sweater.  The hair.
The height.  It just had to be her.  And she was so beautiful!  No, she wasn't
some supermodel or anything.  To anyone else she would be pleasantly
attractive, but to Steve the beauty of her soul that he had come to know
through their talks radiated from her.  There was a softness and tenderness to
her, to her eyes, to her face that transcended the purely physical.  She stood
there surveying the lounge, trying to pick out that one person that had become
so special to her.  That one person that could motivate her to do this.  To
come to a strange hotel, to meet a strange man.  And stranger still, a man
that she knew in her heart that, barring some incredible catastrophy, she
would soon be making love to.  

Just as he started to rise, Marsha noticed him.  Though she had seen his
picture, the reality was ten thousand times better.  His smile.  The joy he
projected as he looked at her.  She walked over to him and they just stood for
a moment, gazing into each others eyes and completely oblivious to anything
transpiring around them.  Finally one managed a "Hi" which earned a "Hi
yourself" from the other as they stood there smiling foolishly at each other
like a couple of kids.

'"Can I get you a drink?", Steve asked as they finally sat down.  "Sure!",
Marsha replied noticing his wine glass, "Whatever you're having."   They
chatted inanely for a few minutes about their travels to the hotel, about the
weather, about god only knows what since each was so nervous and yet so
thrilled to be with the other that neither could really have testified under
oath just what the conversation was about.
Finally Steve put his hand over Marsha's.  The electricity in that simple
contact was tremendous.  After the hours of talking, discussing, flirting.
After the hours of dreaming and fantasizing, the simple caress of his
fingertips over the back of her hand was more intense than a thousand orgasms.
"Marsha?",  Steve asked as she looked into his eyes.  "Let's go upstairs."
Her eyes lowered demurely and a little smile played across her lips as she
sweetly said, "Ok."

The elevator ride, while only up one floor, felt as long as a flight to
Australia.  Neither Steve nor Marsha minded though.  For each, the mere
presence of the other, after so much time apart spent wondering and thinking
and fanatsizing, was an incredible narcotic.  Though Marsha had known that he
was tall, dark haired, and good looking, she hadn't been prepared for the
shear sense of 'presence' that Steve generated.  He was 6 feet tall.  Not
overly tall as men go and not short either.  Yet he gave the impression of
being such a 'big' man.  Someone you wouldn't want mad at you or confronting
you in a dark alley.  And yet there was a gentleness about him.  Marsha hadn't
quite fully defined it.  It was something in the way he looked at her, in the
way he held her hand, in the way he just made her feel special and warm and
tingly.  While Marsha was lost in her thoughts, Steve too was contemplating
this magnificent woman by his side.  Half a foot shorter than he, he was
already completely lost in the way her eyes would glance up into his.  Her
hair was a little shorter than he had imagined, but he longed to hold her
close and bury his nose in it.  To feel its soft fullness and intoxicate
himself with its sweet scent.  Hers wasn't the tight body of a teenager.
Instead she possessed the moist lush body of a woman.  She wasn't heavy, just
soft and round and full where a woman should be soft and round and full.  She
was not overly busty but Steve was far happier with that.  He far preferred
her kind of figure to one that was 'top heavy'.  He loved breasts, but he
definitely leaned towards quality rather than quantity.

The elevator door opened and Steve and Marsha walked the short distance to his
room.  Once there, with the door shut and bolted behind them they finally
approached each other.  No words were spoken for none were needed.  Steve
reached up and lightly stroked Marsha's face.  Her eyes closed and she moaned
softly as she tilted her face into the cupping support of Steve's hand.  She
opened her eyes and drew him to her as his arms enfolded her.  Their lips met,
softly and gently at first, then with growing animation and passion.  They
moaned into each others mouths as their lips caresssed and nibbled, and their
tongues explored and probed.  An eternity, consisting of but a few moments,
passed as Steve and Marsha divorced themselves from this plain of existance
and brought themselves briefly into another dimension where all that existed
was their love and desire, their passion and their need.

Then that magic moment of sexual transition happened.  While passionately
exploring each other's lips, Steve brought his right hand up and gently cupped
Marsha's breast.  What had up til then been a fire between two people, became
an inferno between a man and a woman.  Steve wanted her as a woman.  He needed
her as a woman.  And Marsha revealed in his desire for her.  She moaned and
ground her breast into his hand that he could clutch and squeeze her breast
even more strongly.  She could feel the itch and the throbbing that had been
brewing in her pussy rocket out of control as she thrust her lower body harder
against him.  She could feel the boulder that was forming in Steve's pants.
That luscious column of man flesh that she knew SHE was causing to rise and
become rigid.  The beautiful column of male hardness that she knew within a
short time would be buried to its maximum within her woman hole, stretching
her and filling her.  Throbbing out its passion deep within her as Steve's
gushing warmth flooded and drowned the unrequited lust for him that had raged
for so long. 

Soon Steve gripped the waist of her sweater and pulled it up.  Up over the
smooth flesh of her stomach, up over the rounded globes of her breasts, and up
over her head and off.  They immediately smashed their bodies together again,
kissing frantically and holding each other as though any moment they might be
snatched way from each other for all eternity.  They finally separated just
enough for Steve to pull off his own shirt and jerk his pants and briefs off
in one quick smooth motion.  Marsha had meanwhile loosen her slacks and pushed
them down and off.  They came together again, again desperately holding each
other and losing themselves in the interplay of their lips.  Marsha could now
feel Steve's massive column of flesh stabbing into her belly.  She could feel
the moisture of Steve's own lubrication juices being smeared over her stomach,
just as she could feel her own woman's juices flooding from her pussy and
soaking the white panties she still had covering and guarding her sex.

In a sudden move, Steve spun Marsha about so that she was facing the mirror
above the dresser.  He pulled her back against himself tightly and his arms
wrapped around her and his head bent to gently suck and nibble at her ear and
her neck.  His hands roamed hungrily up and down her arms, sliding over her
breasts still encased in a satiny bra that matched her little white panties,
and down over her hips until they had brushed over the soft mound of woman fur
still trapped at the junction of her thighs.  With a deft and deliberate
movement, Steve release the clasp of her bra and quickly slid it off her
shoulders and then off her body altogether.  God He thought her breasts were
beautiful.  Soft and round, with nipples standing up like little pencil
erasers, waiting to be licked and sucked and handled and caressed. He cupped
them in his hands, squeezing them and rolling then on Marsha's chest.  She in
turn moaned out her own deep desire and thrust herself to him even harder as
if to say, "They are yours my love.  Crush them. Love them. Use them. Let them
give you pleasure!." He rubbed her breasts and rolled her nipples until she
thought she might pass out from the intensity of the feelings that were
rocketing through her breasts and shooting between her breasts and her cunt.
His hands suddenly left her breasts and in a smooth motion slid down over the
soft, smooth plain of her stomach until his thumbs hooked the waistband of her
panties and quickly slid them down over her hips and down her thighs until
they reached a point where they could continue their descent to the floor on
their own.  Now when one hand returned to Marsha's soft beautiful breasts,
Steve's other hand slid up over her thigh and dipped between her legs to cup
the swollen juicing mound of her vulva.  In the mirror's reflection they could
both see Steve's strong arms completely enveloping her.  His hands were filled
with her tits and her twat, the twin glories of her sex.  Those most special,
magical, mysterious parts of a woman's body that since time began could reduce
the largest and most powerful of men to insignificant quivering masses.  His
throbbing hardness pulsing against her butt telegraphed to her the extent of
his arousal and the measure of his passion.

Finally Marsha tore herself away and flung herself on the bed.  "Please
darling", she panted, "Love me."  Steve looked at this goddess who was
offering herself to him.  The soft beautiful curves and contours of her body.
The beckoning lips between her thighs.  And most marvelous of all, the look of
love and ache for him that was in her eyes.  He looked at the beauty of her
woman's body open and waiting for him.  He knew that during other times he
would linger over the softness of her breasts.  That other times he would
spend hours between her legs devouring the wet pulpy softness of her pussy.
That he would take all night if need be giving her orgasm after orgasm until
her beautiful body was totally maxed out on sex.  But right now he needed her.
He needed her terribly.  He needed to sink his trobbing column of cock between
the soft sweet folds of her pussy.  He needed to feel her sex lips flower open
to receive his cock, and then ripple their way along the length of his dick as
he sank it to its depths inside her.  And Marsha shared those feelings.  God
did she share them.  She needed to feel Steve enter her.  Needed to feel him
plunge into her and fill her with the joy and glory of his manhood.  She
wanted him inside her until his passion and desire exploded and flooded her
womb with his thick hot seed.

"Now, baby, now!", Marsha urged as she pulled her legs up and apart.  Her sex
hole flowered open and was totally exposed to Steve's gaze and his desires.
Each as desperate as the other for their flesh to merge, Steve leaned over
Marsha and brought the head of his dick to the open flower of her cunt.  The
head nestled between the splayed lips of her sex and he gently but firmly
began to push his prick against the opening to her vagina.  Her lips parting
and sliding over the head of his cock was like nothing else he had ever
experienced.  Slowly, inch by inch, his cock slid into the hot open maw of her
hungry voracious cunt.  Marsha meanwhile let out a long, low throaty moan as
she felt the magnificent hardness of Steve's cock plowing into her depths.
She could feel herself being spread open to permit the passage of his large
throbbing cockhead, and she could feel that head burrowing its way deeper and
deeper into her cunt, her most secret, sexual, female place.  God it felt good
inside her.  After all her time of worrying that she might not please him,
here he was, pleasing the ever loving hell out of her, and knowing that she
was doing exactly the same for him! 

The magnificent penetrating journey ended as Marsha felt the head of his cock
plunge to the depths of her core and the soft bristly hairs around the base of
his cock grind against her own lush fur.  Slowly the movement of his cock
reversed as the inward thrust became an outward pull.  The lips of her pussy
were dragged outward by the pressure and desperately clinged to the escaping
penis as if to say, "Don't go.  Not yet!"  Just when Marsha thought that his
throbbing erection might be stolen from her altogether, with just the tip of
his massive hardon still nestled between her sex folds, Steve reversed himself
and again sank his stiff piledriver into Marsha's depths.  The pace which
began so slowly and gently, picked up cadence as his rigid cock pumped in and
out of her juicing hole.  Long deep strokes that increased in strength and
frequency.  Marsha could feel his cock swelling even greater inside her.  She
couldn't believe that anything could feel that big, that hard, that delicious!
Steve's entire being was rapidly reducing itself to the several square inches
of flesh that was desperately pumping in and out of Marsha's magnificent cunt.
Deeper, harder, faster.  They could not get enough of the pounding, throbbing
merging of their most private parts.   Just as Marsha felt that her brain
might explode from the intensity of the feelings gushing forth from her cunt,
she felt Steve bury himself into her as deep as he could possible go.  His
entire body stiffened and shuddered as she felt that magnificent cock buried
so deep inside her begin to swell and throb as it pumped jet after jet of hot
male juice deep into her folds.  She tightened her own pelvic muscles around
his spurting dick and felt the waves of her own orgasm smash over the top of
the dam which had been holding them back.  Every muscle in her body quivered
as she felt the powerful throbs of her own release radiate outward from the
core of her cunt.  All she could do was lock her arms and legs around him, dig
her fingers into his back, and desperately moan her way through the most
powerful and magnificent orgasm she had ever experienced. 

Minutes passed as the two semi-comatose individuals allowed the final ripples
of their orgasms to pass over and through them, and ultimately to disapate.
Finally, the two drained shells of Steve and Marsha rolled slightly apart,
still gazing intently at each other and occasionally allowing a silly, but
very satisfied, grin to cross their faces.   "So......................?",
Marsha finally uttered.  "Wad about dem Lakers!", Steve replied and they both
laughed, sharing one of their oldest private jokes.  The two phrases that each
would employ in their "online" days when they were stumped for something to
say, or needed to change the subject.  Only this time there was no chaging the
subject, and as for something to say?  Well their lips were already busy. 


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