From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Meeting O'Leary Online
Date: 19 Jan 1996 02:49:48 GMT

			   Meeting O'Leary

	This is the continuing story of O'Leary, the man who
introduced me to the joys of online sex and the thrills of enjoying
someone via the phone.

	O'Leary called and said he had a brief layover in Colorado and
asked if I would be interested in meeting him for a drink. I knew the
meeting would end in more than a drink, at least I hoped. This man had
teased me for months and I definitely wanted to enjoy him in person.

	I called him back and said I would meet him at the airport. I
had reserved a room for us at a local adult motel. I asked if there
was anything else I should bring and he said it depended on what I was
looking to try. I told him of a fantasy I had to be tied up, to be at
his submission, for him to do with me as he pleased. He said pantyhose
would help in fulfilling my fantasy.

	We corresponded via the BBS over the next few nights, leaving
one another stimulating little messages as we counted down the hours
to our meeting.

	As I woke Sunday morning, the day of our meeting, I was both
excited and frightened. What if I wasn't attracted to him, what if he
wasn't as open in person as he was online, what if he frightened me.
All morning, as I was getting ready, these thoughts kept reeling
through my mind. I must admit, as apprehensive as I was, I never once
thought of not going. If the worse came true, I would simply not leave
the airport with him.

	I left for the airport around 9:00 a.m. His flight was due in
at 9:30 and it takes approximately fifteen minutes to get to the
airport. I figured that gave me enough time to get to the gate without
giving me too much time to worry as I waited.

	His flight was several minutes late. I had originally chosen a
seat across from the door he would be entering from.

	As passengers began to disembark, I walked to where they were
exiting and stood there. (I should say, we had exchanged pictures
several months before this meeting, so I had a pretty good idea of
what to expect.)

	After several passengers had disembarked, I caught a glimpse
of the man, who until this time, had been a voice and an old snapshot.
He was very tall, broad chested, and had dark hair with a touch of
grey around the sides. I sighed in relief as he came closer, his face
was warm and attractive, his eyes were a piercing blue and a smile
that set me at ease. He came over and said, "Well, well, at last we
meet."

	I knew his original layover was only scheduled for an hour and
he had planned to see if he could reschedule and take the next flight
out. That would give us approximately four hours. I asked if he were
ready and he said, "Wait, let me see you. You are more desirable than
I had imagined."

	I was relieved to hear that. I consider myself an attractive
woman of twenty-seven and have never had a problem attracting or
keeping a man's attention, but as with everything, personal
preferences mean a lot. What may be attractive to one man is not
necessarily attractive to another. With that behind us, we proceeded
to the customer service counter where he quickly got his ticket
changed. I told him I was a little nervous and would love to stop at
the airport bar and have a quick drink.

	We stopped and I ordered two Seven&7s for myself and a shot of
Bushmills whiskey for him. I returned to the table and drank the first
one down. I rarely drink and due to nerves, had not eaten that
morning. The drink went down smooth and had a warm, calming effect on
me. I lit a cigarette and we discussed his flight. Knowing our time
was limited, I quickly drank the last drink and we left.

	Driving in my car, the conversation was light and comfortable.
We were only a few minutes from the hotel and the ride was over
quickly. I had already picked up the key, so we could avoid the
check-in delay. I parked the car and we entered the room. It was lit
in red hues. The waterbed was octagonal and covered with a red,
crushed velvet comforter. All the walls were covered with smoked glass
as was the ceiling.

	My nerves had subsided a little, but I was still unsure of
what to expect. He removed a decanter of whiskey from his case and we
both took a shot. It burned going done, as he assured me, this was the
smoothest of all whiskeys. (I should mention, per the title of these
stories, O'Leary is of Irish decent, and I of English decent...
therefore, we have had many heated discussions over political,
religious, and various other topics. We had decided in advance that
these topics, as fun as they were to debate, would not be the kinds of
things to be discussed upon our first meeting.)

	O'Leary went to the bathroom as I removed my shoes. I had
dressed conservatively, white silk blouse, green blazer, and faded
jeans. O'Leary was wearing a blue shirt tucked into a pair of faded
jeans.

	He came out of the bathroom and took my face into his hands
and we kissed. My hands ran up the back of his neck through his hair
as his hands ran down my back. His kiss was warm and passionate. I was
pleased that he was a "kisser", I love the feel of two mouths joined
as one without fumbling awkwardly to make that connection. His hands
roamed around to my breasts as he slipped my jacket off. I began to
unbutton his shirt as we continued to kiss. I could feel his cock
bulging through his jeans. His hands caressed my breasts through my
blouse.

	I could feel the wetness between my legs begin to build as I
anticipated the feel of his body against mine. He stepped back and
pulled my blouse off as I raised my arms to help. He then unclasped my
bra as my breasts were freed to be aroused. I finished unbuttoning his
shirt and than began to pull his jeans and briefs down. He unbuttoned
my jeans and I stepped out of them. All I had on now were the
pantyhose which were to help in my fantasy.

	I sat on the edge of the bed and lightly ran my tongue across
his hard cock. Slowly, I lowered my wet mouth down around the head and
began to suck. I enjoyed the taste of him until I felt him pull me up.
We kissed again as my pantyhose were removed. He laid me back on the
bed and slowly lowered his body next to mine. We kissed, our tongues
exploring as I stroked his cock with my hand.

	I was extremely excited by his touch. His hands wandered
across my breasts, exciting my nipples as they hardened with each
touch. He then ran his hands along my inner thigh, purposely avoiding
my hot cunt and aroused clit that were yearning to be caressed. I
began to raise my hips to meet his touch as he whispered, "Patience,
remember... hunger can be good."

	I moaned, I had heard this so often over our months together,
but he was right, it was ultimately always better when he would bring
me to the edge and slowly bring me down again. I continued to lightly
stroke his hard cock as his mouth began to lick and suck my nipples. I
was so hot and horny I thought I would explode. His finger gently
glided over my clit as I moaned out loud.

	He began to intensify his touch as his finger ran in and out
of my hot cunt and over my clit. I begged for him to put his cock in
me, "just the head, I want to feel you." He ran the head of his cock
across my clit, but would not allow my cunt the joy of feeling his
hardness.

	As I lay on my back, he lowered his self over my cunt and
began to lick. His tongue was working all over causing my body to
shake with each lick, suck, and nibble. His finger traced the slit
from my cunt back to my ass. I ran my nails across his ass as his cock
dangled just above my mouth. I pulled down on his ass, pulling his
cock closer to my yearning mouth.

	Finally, he was in my mouth and I was sucking, the head of his
cock caressing the back of my throat. His tongue was playing with my
clit as he ran his fingers in and out of my cunt. I felt an orgasm
building deep within. He must have known I was about to cum, for just
at that moment, he pulled his mouth away. I sighed as I was so close.
He ran his tongue along the inside of my thighs.

	As my orgasm began to subside, he quickly moved his face back
to my cunt and began to suck and lick with great, long strokes. My
body tightened as he allowed me to ride this orgasm to it's finish.

	After several orgasms, my body went limp. I pleaded for a few
moments to relax. My body was in that state of complete satisfaction,
the kind wherelayits hard to function, the kind where you want to
enjoy the feeling throughout your body. I didn't think I could endure
another one, not without a rest.

	Instead, he placed my hands above my head, and held them there
with his hand as the other placed his cock over my clit and began to
slide back and forth. I tried to pull away, but the harder I tried,
the tighter he held. (The pantyhose didn't come into play, as there
was nowhere to tie them, luckily, he managed to restrain me just fine
without them). His cock slipped down to the entrance of my cunt. It
was so tight due to the multitude of orgasms I had just felt. He
shoved the head in as I gasped. He began to slowly fuck me. I was so
wet that his cock slid in and out with ease as my cunt began to expand
to take in all of him.

	He watched as I moaned with each stroke. His cock was so hard,
caressing me deep. Again, just as I was about to cum, he pulled out.
"I want to fuck your beautiful breasts, I want to see my cum shot
across your nipples to your mouth." I asked that for our first time, I
wanted him to ride me. "Fuck me from behind, and cum on my ass. I want
to feel your hard cock fucking me deep." I rolled over and felt his
cock ram into my waiting cunt.

	We moved in rhythm for several minutes, I experiencing several
orgasms one after another. I felt his cock stiffen even more, then
came the feel of his hot cum on my ass as he moaned. I slowly fell to
the bed as he lay atop me. We lay there for several moments.

	I asked for a drink as we lay back, enjoying the quiet. The
room was equipped with a TV which had several channels of XXX- rated
movies. We flicked through the channels commenting on several of the
performances we were watching. I shut the TV off and laid my head on
his chest, running my nails across his nipples, he caressing the back
of my neck. We talked of nothing important, continuing to explore one
another's bodies. My hand began to stroke his cock and gently caress
his balls.

	After playing a bit longer, we took a hot shower. His chest to
the spray, my hands massaged his neck and shoulders. He turned to me
and we kissed. I knelt before him and began to suck his cock. He
became harder with each lick. In the shower was a ledge. I sat on the
ledge as his cock began to rub across my clit.

	Before either of us came, I asked that we fulfill one more
fantasy before we had to leave. O'Leary had known that I had never
been fucked in the ass. I wanted him to be the first, as I had never
talked of this with anyone. He warned me that it would burn, but he
would be gentle and take it slow. I knew at that point I trusted him,
for I was not usually one to enjoy pain, but I also knew, I wanted him
to be the one to take my virgin ass.

	I lubricated his cock and turned over. Placing a pillow under
me, I raised my ass to meet his cock. Slowly, he began to put his cock
into my ass. At first it hurt like hell, I wasn't sure I would be able
to go on. I lowered my finger and caressed my clit as he pushed in a
little deeper.

	Then, without notice, the pain became less, and the pleasure
increased. I began to rock back on his cock and he fucked me deeper.
My finger was rubbing faster against my clit as I began to cum, at the
same time O'Leary was filling my ass with his hot cum.

	We both jumped in the shower and got dressed. We had decided
earlier that I would go to the gate with him, but with the intensity
of the last fuck, we had left ourselves a little short of time. We
drove back to the airport and made it just in time for him to get to
the gate. He leaned over and we kissed goodbye.

	Our first meeting was one to be remembered and I can only hope
we meet again. For as I type this story, my mind reels with thoughts
of what our next meeting could be like. I mean, with so much left to
experience and to feel, several more meetings maybe required... Up for
the challenge O'Leary???:)