Anticipation and Gratification

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Anticipation (Bill’s story) “Meet me – in the bar by the main lobby – airport hotel – 8pm tonight” The note was signed “A Dear Friend” – not much to go on, I thought. The note, handed to me by the waiter where I had stopped for lunch at a downtown diner, seemed to be clearly in a woman’s handwriting, which didn’t tell me much. I lived in a big city, but didn’t really know all that many people as casual acquaintances – much less many women that I would call “a dear friend”! Work has always kept me busy and I tend to be a night owl; many of the people I spend my free time talking with are online friends. I couldn’t imagine a note like this coming from any of my out-of-town acquaintances; I dismissed the idea and almost threw the note away. I tried to quiz my waiter for more info, but he said the note had been left at the restaurant the night before, with instructions to deliver it to me the next day at lunch. That in itself was strange – how many people knew me well enough to know that I ate there almost every day? I was intrigued just enough to hang onto the note. Oh well, I sighed to myself – might as well toss this idea around in my imagination, something fun to play around with. I immediately thought of a couple of acquaintances I’d had in high school and college, some of them girlfriends, some of them only fantasy girlfriends. Forget that, I told myself – by now all of them are middle-aged people with kids, probably run-down and overweight. No longer much to fantasize about, I thought with a smile. I resolved to forget about it, get my work done for the rest of the day, then go with the flow. I tried, but never succeeded in putting it totally out of my mind all afternoon. At 5:00, instead of grabbing dinner someplace, I went home and got cleaned up. I left home again, freshly showered and shaved, as if I was going on a date. Who was I going to meet at the airport hotel? Time would tell… I got there at 7:15 – a little over-anxious, I guess. I hung out in the bar for a while, began to realize that I probably shouldn’t drink too much since I hadn’t had a meal since lunch. As I sat there debating whether or not I should order that third drink – suddenly, there she was!! I stared, disbelieving – it was Sandy! I couldn’t believe she, of all people, was here, of all places. I knew she lived half a world away – what could she possibly be doing here?! And she didn’t even know what I looked like; I had seen her photo but had never posted a personal one of my own (I’m incredibly paranoid about putting too much info about myself on an internet site). I was dumbfounded as Sandy just stood there at the door, surveying the room. She had a quizzical look on her face; she seemed to be waiting for something to happen but didn’t know what to look for. Well, here goes nothing, I thought – I didn’t want to be the geeky shy kid who was afraid to talk to a girl at the high school dance. So I downed the last swallow of my drink and tried to look confident as I walked over to her. I took a deep breath and tried to be casual as I said, in a somewhat shaky voice, “Hi Sandy, I’m Bill!” Pretty original, huh? Stupid, stupid, stupid, I said to myself – I immediately thought of ten other things that I could have said that didn’t sound so juvenile and obvious. But Sandy just smiled – I think I sensed a feeling of relief in both of us – and she said “Hi, Bill, it’s wonderful to finally meet you at last!” Sandy had a smile that made me relax and calmed my nervousness at once. I had met her, just as an online chat companion, quite a long time ago. The photos I had seen of her were gorgeous – unbelievably so. She was sensual, alluring, like a fine work of art. But in the photos she always had a far-away look in her eyes, as if her mind might be elsewhere, in some mysterious, even dark, place. I imagined that she was being photographed while she was having very intense thoughts, perhaps even troubling or melancholy ones. But here she was, giving me a smile that I could only describe as dazzling! I was thrilled to be meeting her in person, but it seemed so incredible for it to be happening out of the blue like this. “Don’t you remember, Bill?” she ankara escort teased me. “You told me, if I ever make it to the U.S.A., I should look you up – remember?” As we kept talking, she reminded me that during our online chats, I had given her quite a few personal details that allowed her to track me down as soon as she arrived here on a business trip. She knew what city I lived in, what type of work I did, even that I tended to eat lunch at the same place every day, at a joint where everybody knew me. So, she managed to deliver the note the night before, hoping that my curiosity would lead me to accept such a cryptic invitation. And now, here she was. I asked her to have dinner with me, and I did my best to turn it into a special occasion. We found the best restaurant in the hotel and sat down to get acquainted in earnest. We shared a bottle of wine and a couple of hours of fantastic conversation. We both laughed at how much better it was to finally be able to simply talk to each other, instead of typing text into those damn little black boxes! It was the nature of our conversation that was pleasantly surprising – we talked for hours about the most mundane things. We enjoyed discussions about where she lived, where I lived, and how the people and history were so different. We shared a love of films that could keep us talking all day and night – it was one of the earliest things we had learned about each other online. It was our online experience, and its amazing contrast with reality, that made this dinner date so special, our mood so unexpected. Our first interactions had been full of the superficiality of two strangers – sexy stories, sexy photos, sexy chat. Our first online encounters were all about sex. But it didn’t take me long to find out that Sandy was different – very different and very special. Sure, her stories, photos and chat were always sexy – sometimes even wonderfully pornographic! Especially the photos – and oh my god, the photos of Sandy herself! Let’s just say she kept me up nights, more than once. But tonight she was simply the most captivating dinner companion I’d had in years, and we finally reached a point where it became obvious that we were the last ones in the place – time to go. I sighed with reluctance, realizing that we would soon have to say goodnight. Sandy took the lead, though, and would not let an awkward situation develop. She called the waiter over, and asked him to add another bottle of wine to our bill, but to have it sent up to the room number she gave him. “You’re staying here – in this hotel?” I asked, a little slow in the uptake tonight. “Of course, silly” she teased. “Why else do you think I wanted to meet here? You invited me to your country, your city – now I’m inviting you to…well, to come up to my place!” She smiled again, that wonderful sweet smile, but this time I was sure that I saw a hint of wickedness in her eyes. My heart began to race. I realized that even though up to now my online time with Sandy had been nothing but pure fantasy, there might be a chance that some parts of my fantasy might now be turning into reality! She took my hand as we walked toward the elevators; she kissed me on the cheek, thanking me for a wonderful dinner. As the elevator doors closed behind us, she turned to me, saying “Do you think it’s true, what they say about dessert being the best part of the meal?” She reached up, letting her fingers curl around the back of my neck as I put my hand gently around her waist. We leaned in toward each other, hesitantly at first, and kissed for the first time. It was so sensuous and meaningful from the very beginning, and I knew this evening was about to become a once-in-a-lifetime experience. We kissed and caressed all the way up to the thirtieth floor, enjoying our first moment of real intimacy. As we neared our destination, her thigh leaned into me as we embraced; she smiled appreciatively as she found that her kisses had given me an unstoppable erection. Looking back later, I realized that Sandy kept giving me signals like that all night long, letting me know when it was OK to go on to the next level. I never had to stop and wonder ankara escort bayan if I was doing too much too soon – she always seemed to know what I was thinking, and kept inviting me to keep going. It was so incredibly erotic – but at the same time, I felt so comfortable with her. It seemed as though we had known each other for years. I playfully caressed her ass as she bent over to put the key card in the door and let us into her room; she pushed back against me and wiggled her ass against my hardness. She giggled and led me into the room, a luxurious five-star suite. “It’s a great place to spend the night, Bill, don’t you agree?” We laughed and kissed again, knowing that she had just answered a question, one that I was relieved to not have to ask. My “date” with Sandy was going to last until sunrise…but first, we had to wait for room service to deliver that bottle of wine. Soon enough, the bottle had been delivered, the wine had been poured, and we settled in for a while on the sofa in the suite’s living room. We both knew what pleasures the next few hours might bring, and knew that we would enjoy them more if we didn’t hurry. After a few more glasses of wine, our conversation began to slow, to be mixed with penetrating gazes, warm caresses, and loving sensuous kisses. Our hands began to explore, and soon became frustrated when our clothes became obstacles. Sandy laughingly suggested that maybe it was time for “dessert”. We had both wanted to reward ourselves by not being in a hurry, to relish the sense of anticipation, which by now had been going on for hours. It was past midnight, and we both knew it was time to enjoy the rewards we had been anticipating… Gratification (Sandy’s story) I had known for weeks about my overseas business trip, and it had been such fun to tease Bill during our online chats. He had no idea I would soon arrive almost at his doorstep; I had a great time as I managed to orchestrate this mysterious meeting between two strangers. It was so delightful to meet him at last, and to find out that he was equally pleased to meet me. Bill gave me the royal treatment as his unexpected dinner date; our time in the restaurant was so enjoyable that our dinner experience would have normally satisfied me as a complete and lovely evening. But Bill and I were lovers; or rather, we had inhabited a lover’s fantasy world online for quite some time. Even though we never met in person until last night, we immediately felt so comfortable together, anticipating each other’s moods, loving the engaging conversation and increased level of playful flirting. But after a couple of hours in the restaurant, followed by our first intimate touching and kissing in the elevator and in the living room of my suite, Bill and I were so ready to move on to something even exciting. He was so turned on just from kissing me that he’d had an erection going for over an hour; and my pussy was just as wet as his cock was hard. After some fondling and groping out on the sofa, I told Bill that I really wanted to get “more comfortable”. He had already undone the buttons of my very business-like blouse; I loved the feel of his hands caressing my breasts, his fingers searching inside the lacy top of my bra as he kissed my neck tenderly. And I had unbuckled and unzipped him, reaching inside his boxers to allow myself to enjoy that first magical touch of his throbbing hardness against my fingers. Now, I told him that I was going to excuse myself for a minute, and I told him what I wanted him to be wearing when I emerged from the bathroom. Bill smiled and dutifully said, “Yes ma’am”. Sometimes he playfully called me his “Amazon woman”, as if I was some sort of exotic warrior princess who might want to attack him and take what I needed by force. I smiled and left the bedroom to prepare my little surprise for Bill. Tonight I would not be any kind of warrior princess; tonight I would be a living incarnation of what Bill sometimes referred to as simply The Photo, or The Goddess. He often talked about how much he liked a picture I had sent him, and he enjoyed describing to me what he loved about it. As I stepped out of the bathroom, escort ankara I was wearing nothing but the robe-like shirt I had worn in the photo he loved so much. The black velvety material of my robe contrasted so nicely with the creamy complexion of my skin. The robe was thrown open so Bill could see everything from my neckline down to my toes. My naked breasts felt hot to me, as my lust began to show itself in my sensitive nipples, now hot, erect, tingling. My hands on my hips were caressing the soft skin of my upper thighs, nicely framing my neatly trimmed bush. My thighs, delicately squeezed together, were demurely hiding my pussy lips from his view. I was highly aware of the heat and wetness that was pouring from my pussy, trickling slightly down the back of my thighs, hidden from Bill – but not for long. Bill had complimented me many times on the beauty of my natural breasts; my nipples were now fully hard and dying for his touch. He loved to describe the contrast between my sensuous red lips and my penetrating blue eyes. He told me I had the lovely sculpted cheekbones of a fashion model, and he loved the expression on my face, as my eyes seemed far away, lost in deep thought, in The Photo. But tonight I was determined to be so much more than a photograph to Bill, and this time my eyes were not dreaming of something far away. Bill sat on the bed, wearing nothing at all but a t-shirt, just as I had asked him to. He was slowly stroking his cock, now fully erect and in desperate need of my attention. He told me later that he almost shot his load when I stepped into the bedroom, looking exactly the same as in The Photo. Except for my eyes – this time there was no far-off contemplative expression. Instead I was gazing intently at Bill and his wonderfully stiff cock. I kept staring as I eagerly strode across the room toward him. “Pull off your shirt, Bill” I told him. “I want to see all of you”. He silently obeyed, his nice thick cock standing at attention on its own as he lifted his shirt over his head. I let the robe slide off my shoulders as I climbed onto the bed; we were both now completely and deliciously naked. I loved the way he stared directly into my eyes as I moved toward him on hands and knees. I was filled with lust, loving the feel of my breasts swaying beneath me as I crawled into Bill’s arms. The loving and sensual feeling of our bodies melting together, skin to skin, cannot be described. We were nestled amongst a sea of down pillows, lying uncovered, exposed on top of the bed. Our lips and tongues played for a while as our hands began to explore each other earnestly. We tried to not hurry, but without much success. I loved the feel of Bill’s hands; they were urgently kneading the warm softness of my breasts while playfully teasing and twisting, pinching and pulling at my nipples. I had never seen my nipples so erect and hard; I groaned a sweet sigh as Bill bent down to kiss and suck, teasing my nipples with his wonderful tongue and lips. My hands roamed across his muscular shoulders and played for a while in the tangle of his chest hair; but my hands (and his) were drawn steadily, and urgently, downward. I loved the wonderful contrasts as we caressed each other’s bodies, ever downward, anticipating. My delicate fingers skimmed lightly across the firmness of Bill’s lower back and thighs, so strong, his muscles flexing. His strong muscular hands caressed the softness of my ass cheeks, squeezing me. I was in lustful agony as his hands groped and played so close to my wetness; I could feel that sweet cream pouring out of my pussy and wetting the skin of my thighs, running down onto the sheets between us. At exactly the same beautiful instant, as our eyes met and we began to kiss sensuously, deeply and romantically, our groping and fondling hands reached the goal that both of us had been eagerly seeking. My fingers wrapped themselves around his enormous and wonderfully hard cock. My tongue probed into Bill’s mouth as I gripped his shaft tightly and began to caress and stroke his hardness, reaching down with my other hand to teasingly let my fingernails scrape lightly across his huge swollen balls. At the same time, Bill’s hand gently but firmly pushed my thighs apart and he began to slide two fingers into my eagerly awaiting pussy. I couldn’t believe how wet I was – every inch of my mound and pussy lips was dripping wet and so sensitive to his touch.

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