First Crossing

She watched the landscape pass. Nothing but farmland and trees with the occasional break provided by some one horse no-name town that offered a cold drink and a clean bathroom, maybe. Fran still found herself wondering if this was such a good idea. She had deviated from her summer plans to go and meet the man that had provided her with many hours of on line passion and pleasure as well as many, many more hours off line. Fantasizing about him and the two of them together, her body aching until she brought it to climax time after time.

As the miles passed Fran thought back to how her relationship with him started. A simple chat, passing of messages, she had introduced herself to him and he responded in kind. They chatted about their lives and love of what they thought about and believed. The talked about life and death, pain and suffering, yet through it all they talked of hope and dreams. The first time they had explored their mutual longings on line it had been a most interesting experience. Never had she experienced the feelings she felt as he drew her out with his words. She shivered remembering he way he described how he was going to make love to her.

"I am slowly caressing your shoulders as I kiss your neck, feeling your skin cool on my lips. I take my tongue and trace a line along your throat to your ears where I nibble your earlobe. Slipping off your shirt I kiss your bare shoulders, my hands cupping your breasts I caress them lightly as I buff your nipples with my thumbs causing them to grow and harden. Slowly I turn you, my mouth covering yours I kiss you softly, the tip of my tongue lying against your lips eager to feel them part for me. Slipping my tongue into your mouth you meet mine and our tongues play out a heated passionate duel of lust and desire."

Fran caught herself swerving across the road as she quickly tried to regain her composure. Her panties were already damp and getting wetter as she remembered his words to her. Without a single touch her had given her such pleasure, more so than she could remember ever having. Again his words came flooding back to her, but this time she spotted a quiet rest stop and pulled her car over. The breeze through the trees was cool, a welcomed relief from the summer heat, and the silence only interrupted by the chirping of the birds. She closed her eyes, allowing her mind to drift, his words filling her head again she listened to him like it was the first time.

His soft words of praise floated to her ears as he turned her slowly, his lips playing on her skin as he made his way to her breasts. Running his tongue across her nipples she could not believe they could get any harder or bigger but they responded by thickening and growing long until they were the size of pencil erasures. Her normally dusty areolas had turned a hot pink in color as her blood rushed to them, taut and firm they ached from her desire as he caressed them in his hands. tasting her nipples, feeling their texture between his lips. Nipping and nibbling each in turn, his soft gentle ministrations brought her closer to her climax. In her mind it was as real as he was there as she shivered and climaxed in the front seat of her car.

She had kept a copy of the first time her had made love to her on line. His descriptions of what he was doing to her as she touched herself brought her one of the hardest orgasms she had ever known. She remembered the way the chair shook as she thrashed about, her fingers buried deep inside of her. She had read that chat over and over until it was part of her memory. When ever she felt the need she would just go to a quiet part of the house and close her eyes and within minutes he was there, taking her to places she had never been before. [i]Slowly she parted her thighs as he slid down before her, opening for the pleasure she knew she would receive from this unseen lover, Fran moaned as she caressed herself, hearing in her mind his words describing what he was doing.

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