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Distant Lover
[MF, oral]

We've known each other for a while now, even though the knowing has been limited 
to correspondence and a little bit of telephoning. Our relationship is such that 
we are able to discuss anything, from the mundane to the deeply personal without 
fear of going too far. Proof of the latter lies in that we've even played with 
each other both over Instant Messaging and over the phone. And yet, while you've 
gotten glimpse of me through photos associated with my profile (some of which 
were quite revealing), you haven't afforded me the same opportunity in return. 
It is something I haven't pushed because quite frankly it is of lesser import, 
even though I have asked and did so without a set requirement as to its nature. 
Though I obviously salivate at the notion of one that is comparably revealing, I 
would be most content with one that allows me to substitute the stock silhouette 
cutout displayed on profiles that have no photos. Nevertheless, it was the tone 
and context of your dismissal that irked me; that someday you might accede. The 
only problem is: Someday everyone runs out of somedays. And then what?

Well, those 'somedays' had now, inexorably, run out. Only one inevitable 
question was left standing in the way. Circumstances arose, which required me to 
make a last minute trip clear across the country, to a place not too distant 
from where you live. I called you as soon as I found out, and told you I would 
be in town for at least two weeks starting the following day. Before being able 
to tell you that I'd like to try meeting you, you told me exactly that. The only 
downside was that I couldn't tell you where I'd be staying. According to the 
Travel Office, all hotels were booked because of some major international event 
taking place during my stay, and I would have to find something upon arrival. I 
even asked you if you knew of a motel that might have vacancies! You chortled 
and said that the only ones that do are ones where people go for the express 
purpose of exploring their kinks and fucking. However, you added, there were 
safer and better places to go if that's what I was interested in. Joking, I 
asked if yours was such a place, and you laughed really hard. Turning serious, 
you offered to call a few places and would get back to me. When you do, you tell 
me that there wasn't a hotel room to be had within a 90 miles of where I needed 
to be. As an alternative, you suggested that I give the idea of staying at your 
place a serious consideration. You also offered the following compromise if I 
felt uncomfortable about it: I should keep trying until I arrive, but not rule 
out your offer either.

As we discussed, I checked in with you just before boarding my flight to tell 
you how I made out. You pretty much knew I would strike out, and repeated your 
offer insisting that it wouldn't be an imposition. In fact, you added that it 
would be nice to have someone around for a change. Finally, I capitulate, but 
under the condition that I would move to a hotel room if one became available. 
You agreed that this was only fair, and told me you'd meet me at the airport. 
I gave you the flight information and asked how we would find each other. "Well, 
I won't hold up a sign with your name, but I'll find you." Then it was time to 
shut off our mobiles. I was thinking about the last thing you said, when it 
struck me that though you had seen pictures of me, they were all partials, and 
neither of us had any idea what we looked like. This is how the aforementioned 
'somedays' finally ran out. Four hours later, I was finally able to turn my 
phone back on and call you. 

"Hi, I'm not able to take your call right now, please leave a message. Thank 
you!"

Nuts! Voicemail. I left you a message figuring you might be trying to call me, 
and headed to Baggage Claim to get my bags. I still hadn't heard from you by the 
time I collected them, so I tried once more; voicemail again; Odd. I looked 
around, trying to identify any woman who might be there meeting an arriving 
traveler; half a dozen people matched the criteria. Brainstorm! I made my way to 
the airline service counter intending to have you paged... and stopped short 
realizing that while we knew each others' given names, we never, ever, exchanged 
surnames! 

I observed a woman leaving the counter and start walking in my direction. 
She definitely didn't look like a traveler in need of assistance. I found myself 
staring at her, unable to look away. At least I wasn't the only one doing so, 
which was a relief. Her eyes locked in on me and I became painfully aware of my 
rudeness. Yet she continued approaching with firm step in her low-rise, casual 
black heels, her well-toned and shapely legs alternating at pulling against a 
short, tight denim skirt that looked like it was painted on. A cream colored, 
triangle shaped cloth, whose point rested just above her belly button rose, 
widening until it culminated in a thin strap that seemed to wrap around the back 
of her neck, while another pair went around her back, one halfway up to her 
breasts, the other just under them. Her long auburn tresses were tied in a 
ponytail that draped over her right shoulder. As she drew nearer, an inquisitive 
smile appeared, and from not a foot away, an all-too-familiar voice wafted 
forth carrying my name. Soft though it was, it drowned everything else out and 
made time stand still. "Min?", I asked after regaining control over my voice. A 
hint of the unmistakable fragrance of your Plumeria scented perfume filled my 
nostrils, she spoke again... 

"It is so good to meet you at last! I would have left you a message telling you 
where to meet, but I was in a hurry when I tried to call to leave a message, and 
dropped my phone; it fell into a sink full of dishwater. It is totally shot, I'm 
afraid. But I said I would find you, and that I did..."

Accompanying you to your car, I forced myself not to gawk at your exquisiteness. 
You noticed this of course and sagely pointed out, "I suppose you now understand 
why I'm not fond of pictures. But it is okay, you may stare at me as much as you 
want. You've earned the right to; everyone else just pushes and pushes to see 
what I... well, certain parts of me... look like, but not you. You only asked me 
once, without any demand or obligation to for me to comply, and let it go at 
that. I thought that was sweet and charming, you know." 

Reaching your car, you push the button which remotely unlocked it and I hear the 
distinctive clack of the boot's lock releasing. I open the storage space and 
place my bags inside. I close the lid and find you waiting there, almost as if 
expecting something. Almost instantly, you clasp me against you in a warm 
embrace and officially welcome me. As you press against me, I feel the bulge in 
my trousers (which appeared the moment I first laid eyes on you) strain even 
further. I couldn't tell whether you subtly rubbed yourself against it, or if it 
was my imagination, but after separating, your erect nipples were plainly 
visible as they poked against the swatch that passed for your top. Then we got 
in and left the airport.

The conversation as you drove, was as if we had been closest of friends our 
entire lives, as opposed to two people who only knew each other from online for 
a comparatively short time. Minutes after taking an exit off the highway, you 
pulled into an empty carpark behind a clearly vacant building, parking out of 
view from the main road. Here you shut off the engine and faced me. 

"Before we go any further, I have a confession to make. Hopefully you won't be 
mad at me for it, but if you are, I fully understand. Only please, hear me out 
first, okay?" In response to my quizzical look, she just continues, "See, the 
truth is that I did find a very nice hotel room for you and made a reservation 
just in case. But I didn't tell you because... because I couldn't stand the idea 
of you by yourself, in some strange bed, in a place far from home, when someone 
you know is nearby. It is selfish and silly, but... oh, I don't know how to put 
this! ...anyway, if you would prefer the hotel, I'll take you there, and hope 
you'll accept my apology. But know you're still welcome to stay with me, even 
though my apartment is quite small." You gazed at me with expectant pleading in 
your eyes as I ponder the situation. 

"Frankly, I'm a bit surprised at you; this isn't something I would have expected 
from you. But that said, If I were to agree to stay with you, will you allow me 
to at least repay you in some fashion..." At this you let out a sigh of relief 
and agreed, telling me you were hoping I'd say that, though I didn't need to 
repay anything. Then you took my hand in yours and leaned close to kiss me 
tentatively on the cheek, before starting the car again and taking the rear exit 
of the carpark. After a few blocks of travel, we arrived at your apartment 
building.

By all accounts, you were not kidding when you said your apartment was small, 
yet I didn't hold that against you: The entrance to your second floor apartment 
opened on a living/dining room area, with a kitchen space in one corner at the 
back. In the corner opposite the kitchen was a utility closet, and a short 
corridor leading to a small bedroom, the master bedroom and the bathroom 
separated the two. Despite its diminutive size, the bathroom contained a jacuzzi 
tub. A sliding door at one side of the living/dining area opened to a balcony 
and, along with the bath and second bedroom, it overlooked a large common area 
with a pool. As you gave me a tour, you pointed out the day bed in the spare 
room, telling me it was one of three places where I could sleep; another being 
the sleeper-sofa in the living room. Tour completed, you went to the closet to 
retrieve some towels and asked me if I wanted to freshen up before showing me 
around the complex and taking me to the office to get a facilities pass. Taking 
the towels, I went about my business.

I barely started the water and was down to my briefs when you knocked on the 
door asking if I was decent. "That depends on your definition of decent", I 
joked. You took this as an affirmative, because you immediately came in. 
Stopping short, your eyes froze on the rapidly forming bulge as you began to 
retreat. "It's okay; if you need something go ahead and get it, I don't mind." 
Again you reversed course and came right up to the vanity. Because your 
attention was elsewhere, you fumbled for your hairbrush. 

"Are you okay?" Finally you tear your eyes away and look directly at me. 
"Y-yes... it's just that I should have waited till you were done before getting 
my hairbrush." I advanced a step towards you and took a chance by hooking my 
thumbs around the waistband of my briefs to tug them down just a little. You 
caught your breath and barely stopped yourself from reaching out a helping hand. 
I stepped right up to you and whispered meaningfully into your ear "Please, 
Min..." before brushing my lips against yours and taking you into my embrace. 
The sweet scent of Plumeria filled my nostrills once more, as I held, but didn't 
kiss you; that I decided to leave up to you.

And kiss me you did; voraciously: Your hands roamed my bare chest and back as 
you did. My own hands began to wander, and soon found themselves tugging at the 
thin straps of your top as you pressed yourself hard against me. When the strap 
around your neck was all that remained, you reached back and untied it, before 
allowing that cream colored triangle to fall at your feet. My kisses began to 
cover your neck and shoulders before wandering lower. The scent of Plumeria 
began to mix with your sweeter, womanly one, and your breath began to deepen. As 
I do, you shut off the water filling the tub...

Without warning, you swung me around and pushed me against the vanity. Reaching 
down, you yanked down my briefs and freed my engorged cock. Holding it, you 
dropped to your knees. You kissed its tip and then swirled your tongue around 
the bulbous head before engulfing my rigid shaft. Slowly you took me deeper 
still, scraping your teeth along the silky skin until you swallowed its entire 
length. After holding it there briefly, you began to suck me hungrily. Already 
very much aroused, it didn't take too long for me to reach the brink. I pressed 
your head against my crotch so that my full nine inches reached into your throat 
while jets of searing cum burst forth. You gagged a little from the onrush, so I 
eased my pressure on your head, but you remained where you were until the last 
drop is released, then licked my entire cock clean before releasing it. Looking 
up at me, you grinned as I murmured, "Now that is an unusual way to welcome 
someone!" Rising to your feet, you giggled as you peeled off your skirt and 
kicked it aside. I was already getting hard again, when discovering you wore no 
panties accellerated the process. You took me by the hand and stepped over the 
edge of the tub...

Taking up a sponge, you painstakingly washed me from head to toe, then handed it 
to me so I could do the same. Of course, I couldn't resist getting on my own 
knees to tend to your calves and thighs, 'accidentally' dropping the sponge 
between your slightly parted legs and burying my face in your mound while making 
a halfhearted attempt to retrieve it. Your sweet scent filled my nostrils as my 
tongue probed the area, lapping up your honey. I backed you up so you could 
brace yourself against the wall, and draped one of your legs over my shoulder 
for better access. My teeth found and nibbled on your clit as your breathing 
deepened and your moans grew louder. One, two, three flicks of my tongue over 
your nub, and you came hard, juices flowing so copiously that I did my best to 
drink them all. I ached to ram my cock, hard once again, into you right then and 
there. But I resisted the temptation, and instead washed you a second time. 

Stroking me as I toweled off, you managed to bring me to the edge once more, 
causing me to drop the towel. The next thing I knew, your own towel hit the 
floor, just in time for my cum to spray your chest and belly. You then spread 
the sticky cream around, but making sure your nipples are heavily coated. In 
that state, you left the bathroom and went to dress.

I just stood there wondering if I was dreaming...