Lauren maneuvered the car back onto the interstate. She had enough gas to make it into the Dallas-Fort Worth area. He didn't know she was coming. She had wanted to be with him so many times but then didn't go. She decided not to, or things decided for her. But she was here now.
She hoped he wanted to see her. All he ever really asked for was a picture or some time on a webcam. Well, he was getting the real deal, whether he wanted it or not. She wanted to see him, look in his eyes, hear him laugh, hear him say the things he would type to her online.
She was young, 19, trying to bounce back from a failed relationship. He had always been there, online. He would give one word responses as she poured her heart out to him, but it had been enough. He could always make her laugh. He always made her feel desirable. She always felt better after chatting with him than she had before.
They had teased about getting together. He had even been close to her, traveling to where she was, but she didn't go. He had certainly asked her. But she didn't do it. Deep in her heart she thought that if she ever saw him in person, then whatever this was that they had would change, or worse, go away.
He was older, 40's, unhappy in his marriage, but willing to listen to her go on about her unhappiness. She never asked much about him and he didn't offer very much about himself. She didn't want to pry. Every once in a while he would offer information, express some feeling, some disappointment, but it was clear to her that he was there for her but he did not want nor did he need her to return the favor. She just didn't ask except for the most circumspect questions, and most of those he chose to ignore. She quit asking.
She had his cell phone number. They had talked only briefly, twice. It was enough for her to know that she wanted to see him, talk to him, and if he wanted her, to sleep with him. She felt she just had to do this. He was important to her and she needed to make sure he knew he had made a difference.
She watched the highway for the exit sign with the number she needed. She didn't really know where he even lived. Hell, she didn't even know his last name. She didn't care. She had an approximate location. A small town he had said was 20 minutes from home in one direction or work in the other. She didn't know what his plans were, if he would even be able to see her for 5 minutes. She was prepared to stay for a few days, hoping that they could meet, even just once. She hoped he would want to see her. She also had no reason to believe that he would.
She saw the place where she had made a reservation and pulled off right into the parking lot. She grabbed her bag and ran inside to register. In no time, they had her life history and she was headed around the back of the motel where she could park her car outside the door to the room. It was one of those extended stay places with a small kitchen, a sitting area and sleeping area. It was fairly spacious and she decided she would be able to spend a few days here, waiting, hoping.
She took her cell phone out and stared at it. Would he answer? What would he say when she told him? Would he be happy, angry at the intrusion into his life, his space? Well, if he was angry, she would stay overnight anyway and then head out. She had asked at the desk what would happen if she needed to check out early so she knew the routine, the charges and the timeline.
She sat down at the little desk and picked up the phone. She was not surprised to see her hand shaking. For all of her bravado and the persona she tried to project to others, she was very unsure of herself. Things in her life never seemed to fit into the category "normal." She always had to take a bad situation and make the best of it. She was only 19 and already cynical, untrusting, but forever hopeful that something would work out for her just once.
She dialed his number. He should be at work. His phone rang and then finally went over to voicemail. "Hi. It's Lauren. I just drove into town and I was hoping maybe you would want to meet me. I could drive some where or you could come here. I hope I hear from you." She left the phone number of the motel, her room number, her cell phone number and disconnected.
She'd had a cooler full of drinks and things she could snack on as she drove; she started to put those in the small refrigerator in the kitchen when a phone rang. She jumped and pulled her cell out of her bra where she always kept it. She was so nervous she didn't realize it was the room phone ringing, not her cell.
She reached for it, "Hello?"
"Lauren? It's Eric."
"Hi," she replied quietly. "Sorry it took a few rings. I thought it was my cell ringing." She giggled nervously.
"I called your room because I didn't believe you were here. Sorry." He said flatly.
Well, this wasn't going very well. He didn't sound all that happy and he just called her a liar.
"I'm sorry. I just came. I just decided to come to see you. I know I should have asked. I'm sorry. Don't feel like you need to see me. I'm just here, just in case ......"
"Whoa, whoa, who said I didn't want to see you? You just caught me coming out of a meeting and well, I'm surprised, shocked, all those things. How are you doing? Are you okay? Is something wrong? Is that why you are here?"
"No, I'm here because of you. I wanted to be with you. I know I should have called. I was just afraid I would change my mind and not come. I'm sorry."
"If you apologize to me one more time I'm going to have to beat your ass or kiss it. Tell me where you are. Let me make a few calls, arrange some things and I'll be over. It might take me a while. But yeah, sure, I want to see you. Finally."
At least he didn't sound angry. He sounded almost happy that she was there. She quickly gave him the address and the exit number from the interstate that she had taken to get here.
"Oh, ok, gotcha. I know where that is."
"I'm in the back on the ground floor."
"Don't worry, honey. I'll find you. You just relax. You must be tired from driving. You said you drove, right?"
"Yeah, I drove. Just take your time. I didn't mean to make things hard for you."
She heard his chuckle on the other end of the line, "Are you sure you didn't mean to make things hard?"
They both laughed. They said their goodbyes and Lauren just sat there, stunned. He was really coming over. He really wanted to meet her.
She finished unpacking the cooler and then the rest of the things she brought, a few clothes, her iPod and little speakers, and took her toiletries to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and ran it until it got hot. She stripped off her clothes and turned to look at herself in the mirror. Not too bad.
She tried to see herself as he would see her. She was thin, average breasts, blonde, a real blonde, and she smiled. Her hair was halfway down her back. She hadn't kept it trimmed up like she usually did, but it looked nice enough. She was average height, almost 5'4". She turned a little to see her ass, her ass was nice, well petty good. At least that is what guys would tell her. Well, nothing she could do about how she looked now. She was like she was and she couldn't change it.
What would he see? A 19-year old blonde girl. Just a girl. She wished she was special. She wished she could offer him something special. All she had was her.
She took her time in the shower. She dried her hair and dressed in jeans and a shirt. The jeans were cut low and her shirt stopped at her waist. Her tummy was nice and tight so she knew that was good. She put on some mascara, stepped back and looked. Well, that was as good as it gets.
She picked up a book she had been reading and went to turn on the iPod when she heard the knock on the door. Her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't move. The knock came again and she walked over to the door and opened it. It was him. He was just standing there, and she watched the grin spread over his face as he looked her up and down.
"Hi, Lauren. You gonna ask me in, or are you gonna leave me out here drooling?"
He was big, light hair, grinning. He was just perfect. She impulsively ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. He hugged her back, picked her up and carried her into her room and kicked the door shut behind them. He found her lips and kissed her soundly. She melted into him.
"Eric," was all she could say.
"Let me look at you. All I have is that one lousy picture. I want to look at you."
She became self conscious but turned around for him to look her all over. "Well? Am I okay?"
"Hmm, you'll do," he said with a grin. "Nice room, easy to get to. I didn't think I told you where I lived."
"You never did. I asked where this town was once and you told me 20 minutes either way for you from work to home, so I picked here. Should I go somewhere else? Is it too close or too far?"
He just laughed and took her by her hands and stepped back to continue assessing her. "Let's just sit down for a minute and give me a chance to catch my breath. I want to spend about 10 years looking into your beautiful eyes."
She almost blushed, and her heart was pounding so hard. He liked her. She was so relieved. She let him lead her over to the little couch in her room. He asked her about her trip, about the ending of her relationship with a man who would beat her for "discipline", and about how she was feeling.
She kept staring at him, and tried to answer but she was distracted. She wanted him. She wanted him to kiss her again. She wanted him to hold her in his arms again. She wanted to feel him naked against her. She wanted to feel him inside her.
"Are you hungry? I'm hungry, and I need to take you somewhere there isn't a bed right behind you. Let's go get something to eat so I can continue to look at you and not be tempted to fuck the hell out of you."
"You don't want me?"
He laughed, a good laugh, "Patience my dear little horny one. Be patient. I want to look at you. I want to see your face while we talk. I want to be able to touch you when you tell me things that have hurt you. Then, then I will want you."
She was a little disappointed but she smiled and got up. She looked around for where she had kicked her sandals off and grabbed her bag. He got up and led the way out of her room.
"Give me the keys to your car. It's best if I'm not seen driving you around in my car."
She handed him her keys and led him to her car. It was a flashy little bright blue Mustang her father had spoiled her with. It was not the most inconspicuous car in the world, but maybe whoever might know him would look at the car and not the occupants.
He drove with confidence and speed and seemed to enjoy the car. They drove around streets with so many turns she was dizzy and couldn't have found her way back to her motel if her life depended on it. They went into a small diner type of place. It was crowded, noisy and people didn't pay attention to anything but the food in front of them. He made his way to a booth and sat across from her.
They ordered and talked. Talk came easily. They talked like they had online. Flirting, teasing, a little sarcasm. She told him of the inevitable breakup, the hurt, the sadness, the leaving, and the short time at her mother's house and then her decision to come to him. She had stayed away too long. He agreed.
He paid the server and leaned back and looked at her. "I could look into your eyes every day for the rest of my life."
She smiled, "You can also look in my eyes while you fuck me," she offered hopefully.
The man in the booth across the aisle had been eyeing the strange couple the entire time they had been there. He had been trying to figure out the relationship. When he heard her last comment, he looked directly at them, obvious confusion playing over his face.
Eric laughed, waved at the man, took Lauren's hand and walked out the door with her. "I'm sure glad your room is close!" he said as they walked to her car. They found the car and they were off, speeding toward her room.
"Anybody ever tell you standard transmissions suck?" he asked playfully. "I'm having to shift instead of fingering your pussy."
She giggled and placed her hand between her legs for him. She was wet. She was hot. She felt as if she would come any minute. She reached over and felt his jeans as she searched for him. She felt his erection and smiled. He really did want her. She squeezed it gently. She heard him groan as he picked up her hand and put it back in her lap.
"Patience," was all he said as he pulled into the motel parking lot.
She pulled her key card out of her pocket and he took it from her. He put it in her door and opened it. He followed her into the room and spun her around and pushed her against the back of the door as it shut. He bent to kiss her and she kissed him back. She couldn't catch her breath. She wanted him so bad.
He pulled at her shirt, pulling it up over her head. He looked down at the lacy white bra containing her breasts. He always told her he preferred small breasts on women and hers were probably more full than he liked. She was pleased to see the delight on his face as he bent to kiss her breast. She giggled as she felt his tongue dance lightly from one to the other. He reached around her back and expertly unhooked her bra. She decided to help and pushed her jeans and panties down and stepped out of them so he could really look at her if he wanted.
His look made her feel pretty. It made her feel sexy. It made her feel hot. She stepped over to him and started to unbutton his shirt.
"No, no, just let me look at you for a minute."
She stepped back and turned around. She looked him straight in the eye and simply said, "I want you. Now."
She walked over to the bed and pulled back the comforter. She turned to look at him. He was still looking and still smiling, but thank goodness, his hand was at his fly and he was starting to shed clothes. She dimmed the light and climbed on the bed and watched him. He pulled off his shirt. He had told her he was covered with hair and he was. He was wonderful. She couldn't wait to get her hands on him. He dropped his pants next and flopped into the bed beside her pulling her to him.
She felt his hands run down her back to her bottom. His hands were touching her lightly everywhere. He slowly turned her over on her back and looked deep into her eyes and kissed her, but this time he wasn't teasing. It was a real kiss, a kiss that went from her lips straight to her pussy. His tongue in her mouth, his body pressed against her, his hand on her breast. A small moan escaped her lips.
He pushed his leg between her thighs and nudged them apart. He kissed her eyes, he kissed her cheeks, and he kissed her neck. She felt him smile against her as he noticed how ragged her breathing had become. He continued to kiss her down her neck to her breasts. He teased the nipple of one breast with his tongue as he gently squeezed the other. He licked and kissed her breast as she squirmed beneath him. He took her nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue all over it and around.
He could hear her panting as she ran her hands down his back to his butt. "Please, please fuck me," she begged, "fuck me now, please."
"Patience," he chuckled.
His lips and tongue moved slowly from her breasts to her navel. He stopped there long enough to kiss and tongue her until she arched her back. He moved down across her tummy and felt her sharp intake of breath as he grew closer to her sex.
His hand trailed down her stomach to her thighs. He could feel the moisture there already dripping down her thighs. She was so wet. He could feel her heat, smell her arousal. He moved the lower half of his body away from her a little bit to keep his erection away from her searching hands. She moved her hands to the back of his head and pushed his head toward her pussy, invitingly pulling her knees up and spreading her thighs wider.
He looked at the soft folds of her sex. He smiled as he gazed at her carefully trimmed blonde triangle. This may be the first real blonde he had ever been with, and he smiled and touched her slit. He felt her jump a little and let out a moan. "Please, please," she begged him.
He stroked her gently, remembering all the times he imagined himself doing this. He never really thought he would. He lowered his mouth to her and touched her pussy lips gently with his tongue. She pushed her hips up closer to his face to try to take him deeper. She was so eager, so hot, and so impatient.
He licked the entire length of her slit, tasting her sweet juices. He pushed her lips apart revealing her clit. It was pinker than the rest of her and stood out as a swollen nub begging to be kissed, and so he did. He placed his lips on her and ran his tongue over her clit and felt her sharp intake of breath again.
"Yes, yes, oh please, make me cum, make me cum, "she pleaded quietly.
Her words encouraged him to suck harder. He licked her again, pushing his tongue deep inside her. She was hot and so wet. He licked her juices and more would appear. He began licking her harder now and she pushed on the back of his head and pulled her knees up. His head was cradled between her soft thighs and the magic he was performing on her clit was driving her to orgasm. He felt her start to tremble, he heard her soft moans, he felt her breath quicken. He raised his eyes to watch her and found her eyes staring back into his. Her trembling turned into a shudder and he felt her body shake as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body.
He didn't want this to end. He decided to stay there and make her cum again. He stroked and petted her thighs. She was breathing hard and moving her hips to try to get his tongue in deeper. He put a finger and then two inside her as he continued his assault on her clit with his tongue. He would lick and then nibble and watch her. He smiled again as the second orgasm hit. This one was harder than the first. She closed her eyes and pushed her head back into the pillow until the throbbing of her body slowed.
"Please, please, I need to feel you inside me now. Please, please. I can't wait any more.
He positioned himself between her knees and took his cock in his hand. The tip was running freely with precum. He knelt close to her, bent over her body and rubbed the head of his cock against the warm wetness of her hole. "Mmmm, yes, yes, please, oh please," she whispered.
He turned her over as he remembered what she had said more than once online. She drew her knees under her with her head resting on her arm He put one hand on her hip and with the other, he guided himself into her. He put the head in slowly and then pulled almost all the way out. He pushed in again and she pushed hard back against him. With both hands on her hips he moved slowly in and out of her finding a comfortable fucking pace.
After just a few moments she turned and looked at him over her shoulder. She smiled and started to move on his cock faster. She threw her hair back and increased her speed. At this rate, he wasn't going to last much longer. He held her tight against his groin and slowed the pace down pushing deep inside her. She felt so good, he didn't want it to end.
He felt her hand go to her clit and rub herself lightly. He pulled out of her and lay down on his back. She watched him get comfortable and then climbed on top of him. She straddled his hips but didn't put him inside her. She leaned over to kiss him once again, a long slow kiss. He put his arms lightly around her. She kissed his neck and ran her hands over his chest and bent to suckle his breast.
She moved down him and took his cock in her hand and stroked it lightly. She placed her mouth over the head and swirled her tongue around it. She caressed his balls with one hand, stoked the base with the other hand. She tried to mimic the way she had watched his hand move on himself when she watched him on camera. He was breathing heavily and was watching her as she loved him.
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