"I am writing to let you know that in one week I will be in your area for a month.  My job is opening up a new department there, so I will be  within a thirty-minute drive from you. I will hope to be able to meet  up with you then.  I will write more to let you know more details."  

 That very simple email would turn everything upside down for me.  That simple note from Daniel saying he would be near me.  Not that I was  surprised that he knew exactly how far I would be away from him because  I knew very well that Daniel loved looking at maps and things of that  nature, but because I never expected to hear that he would be that  near.  It was something that made my mouth drop open in a surprised  gasp and my heart skip a beat and then work double time trying to catch  up.  As my heart sped up, I also noticed how its doing so was sending  tiny little aftershocks throughout my body, though they mainly seemed  to center right in the pit of my stomach.  I could feel it so low down  that I was unable to tell if it is simple butterflies or my body's  needs awakening.  

 Anyway, that email was the answer to all the fantasies I had inside me both real and imagined.  Daniel would be near enough to see and touch.   It was something that I had wanted for so long it seemed, though due to  our circumstances I had never allowed myself to feel it would be  possible.  

 I wrote him quickly saying that I would be anxiously waiting to hear from him again with more details and then I sat back and just read his  words repeatedly.  Each time I read it; the thoughts of what could  happen during his stay grew and blossomed into a fantasy all its own.   By the time I had that short email memorized, I was so turned on and  needing his touch that I wasn't sure how I would manage to get through  the week or so until seeing him.  

 For the next week or so, I spent my time, looking and hoping for an email or an IM from Daniel and thinking of the things we had chatted  about in the past.  It seems as though through IMs we often gain a  better knowledge of whom we are talking to than we would if we were  face to face.  It isn't so much, the sight or touch that we know  through the net, more the thoughts and feelings and I felt that by now  we knew each other as intimately as possible for two people that had  not yet met in person.  

 Daniel and I have never cybered but we talked openly about our wants and needs, the touches we liked or didn't, the pictures and ideas that  turned us on. As the week wore on, I began to wonder how much of our  previous chats would influence the things to come when we did actually  meet.  It was both exciting and scary to know that I would meet someone  who knew so much about me.  

 Finally, after a week and a half, I opened up my email and there was another note from Daniel.  Again, he kept it simple saying only, "I am  here.  I am staying at the Beaufort motel right off 99 room 229.  Do  you know where that is?  If so, I am off the day after tomorrow, taking  a personal day, and would like you to come meet me.  If you don't know  where it is just let me know and I will write with further directions."  

 The whole butterflies in your stomach idea took on new meaning upon reading that he was actually near by and ready to meet me.  It was  unbelievable to me to think that he was finally near enough to touch.   It was every fantasy I had thought of all rolled into one.  

 I knew without a doubt that if I went there to see him, sex was a definite possibility.  I had told him more than once that I found him  attractive and Daniel had said the same thing of me a few times as  well.  Nevertheless, of course then came the negative thoughts that  every woman must have, "What if he doesn't like me when he sees me?"   It was then that I made the decision to limit my time available.  I  didn't want to show up there planning to spend the entire day, then if  it went well, I would just have to hope that he would invite me back  again before his return trip home.  

 I considered how limiting our time together could result in me missing some of the erotic things Daniel and I had mentioned.  I thought of his  desire to see me naked, wondering what my response would be to be fully  naked while he was still dressed and just looking at me.  Maybe I would  even have to give up his slow sampling of every intimate part of me.  

 For the next day, all I could think of was every detail about how he would love to lick my pussy or how he would try to discover where my "g  spot" was located inside me with his fingers.  The way he had talked of  teasing me if we were to meet, kissing my neck and breasts or even so  far as teasing me with his tongue around my nether hole and maybe even  a fingertip pushing inside as well.  Each thought of him made my pussy  wetter and made me wish further that he and I had actually cybered.   Then at the very least I would have more of an idea of what would  happen tomorrow, if it came to that, rather than just the teasing  little ideas that our sexually charged conversations had left me with.  

 That night I was so turned on by my thoughts that I reached into my little nightstand that is beside my bed and pulled out one of my most  favorite little vibrators.  The one that gives me a cock inside me that  moves around and also has like a little rabbit head poking up to nuzzle  my clit.  Within moments of putting it inside me, I came hard but it  only left me aching for more, a real cock, Daniel's cock, to be inside  me.  

I awoke no less horny than I was the night before, and went to shower, and dress myself hoping to make a good impression for whatever may  happen today. Since I had talked to him many times about a shaved pussy  and had finally convinced him that he would like to be with a shaved  woman, I also shaved that part of myself so that it would be nice and  smooth for him if we made it to that stage.  I kept my outfit simple, a  black pair of leggings cause Daniel had said one time he liked those,  and a black and red sweater that falls to just beneath my ass.  Under  that was a simple white bra with a front close clasp and a pair of  white silky feeling thong panties.  

As I prepared to get into my car and head for his hotel, I stopped by my computer to make sure he hadn't had second thoughts about meeting me,  which Daniel hadn't wrote yet, and while there I decided to write him a  quick email.  I told him simply, "I am about to leave from here to come  and see you.  Today I will only be able to stay a couple hours but if  all goes well, hopefully we will be able to do this again sometime  before you leave."  

I only hoped that Daniel would understand my reasons for staying a couple hours rather than clearing the whole day as I pushed send on my  email and grabbed my purse and car keys, then logged off my computer  and went to my car.  

The thirty-minute ride down highway 99 was the longest drive ever imagined.   I wasn't sure that the ride was ever going to be finished  though several times I looked down at my speedometer and found that I  was driving above the speed limit.  That wasn't what I wanted since the  whole getting stopped for speeding thing would slow me down more. I  finally gave up holding my speed down and just set the cruise control  to be safe.  

However, as is typical, when I did finally turn into the Beaufort motel, I almost wished I could start my thirty-minute drive over again.  The  nervousness of it all caught up to me quickly and I wasn't sure that I  could go through with actually meeting him.  After about five minutes  or so, I worked up the nerve to walk into the hotel.  

Standing outside of Daniel's room, I had another slight battle with trying to get up the nerve to knock.  Finally deciding that I had come  too far and was too close to back out right now, I raised my hand and  knocked quickly before giving myself time to really chicken out.  

Then once again, I was waiting only this time waiting for him to open the door.  I would have laughed at myself had I realized how funny I  probably looked standing there just outside the door, fidgeting with my  hair and my sweater, trying out different ways to stand so that my best  features would possibly be the first things he noticed.  It seemed like  forever waiting on Daniel to actually open up the door.  

Finally, he did open the door and instantly I was more comfortable.  The nervousness left me completely as I thought to myself, "This is Daniel.   The man you have spoken to about so much and seen on cam so many  times."  I stepped toward him and we both opened our arms up at the  same time, both looking for the hug of long time friends and when we  put our arms around one another I was even more comforted. As the hug  was ending and I looked up at him and he lowered his head to kiss me, I  never thought of how quick it was.  His kiss was gentle and persuasive,  not demanding but asking for a response and I gave him a slight sigh in  answer as he lifted his lips from me and said simply, "Hi.  Would you  care to come in?"  

I smiled and blushed a little, only having at that moment realized I was blocking him from closing the door.  I walked in and did a quick once  over glance around the room.  There were normal hotel things, a small  table and a couple chairs, a larger stuffed chair sitting in the  corner, dresser with a TV on it, and a closed door that I assumed was  the bathroom. The thing that dominated the room, even more so than the  man in it, of course was the bed or at least my eyes were drawn to it.  I am sure it was only a double bed, not uncommon in rooms but at this  moment and with Daniel standing behind me that bed seemed to fill the  room, if not in size then at the very least filled it with implications  of what could happen.  I hurriedly spun around looking for some sort of  distraction from the bed and saw him standing there watching me. I said   the very first thing that came to mind, "It's a nice room." and then  blushed furiously red, wondering if he could guess where exactly my  thoughts had been while I looked around.  

"Thank you.  Care to sit down?" He asked.  I nodded rather than trust myself to speak and turned back towards the room.  I decided to sit at  the table in one of the dinette chairs rather than risk inviting him to  sit closer to me and me embarrassing myself further.  

Daniel decided to sit on the edge of the bed, though I'm not sure if he did it as a distraction for me or if it was simply cause that is where  he wanted to sit.  Either way, the more I tried to talk to him while he  sat there on the bed, the more I wanted to forget the conversation and  move on to more important things, like taking care of the sudden  tension growing in the lower part of my body or the slight ache that  was forming in my breasts.  

Alas, he seemed to have no trouble carrying on conversation.  It was just small talk, nothing that I really wanted to focus my attention on  at that time, like the weather and how warm it is outside.  I tried  really hard to do my part to keep up with conversation, asking about  the new store, and if he had the time to see any of the sites.  

Finally, the thought occurred to me that if it was going to go any further than this I would have to make the first step towards it.   Daniel and I had talked enough that I felt he would want me to give a  sign that I was giving myself to him.  I just wasn't sure what I would  need to do in order to give him the right idea though I knew without a  doubt that if I showed him I wanted to give myself to him, he would  take over and lead the way.  That was just the type of person he was,  in control, a dominate type person but who needed the woman to submit  to him.  

With that thought in mind and not real sure what steps to take I decided to stick with subtle hints just hoping that he would understand what I  wanted from them.  I felt at least reasonably sure that he knew enough  about me to understand what I wanted without me having to come right  out and say it.  Therefore, I stood up and took the few timid steps  towards the bed and him.   I stopped with only one-step distance  separating me from him, to shy to take the final step.  I was close  enough to be able to smell his cologne or deodorant; the smell of the  man....I wasn't sure which.  I continued to stand for a moment trying  to gain the courage to take the final step or at the very least come up  with an excuse for why I came over to stand before him.  I settled on  stating, "I'm not sure if you read my note this morning or not but I  don't have very long that I can stay today; only a couple hours."  Even  I was surprised at how timid my voice sounded as I spoke to Daniel.  

He saved me from dwelling on my shyness for too long saying simply, "I read it." and holding out his hand towards me.  Without a doubt in my  mind, I knew that if I took his hand this ache growing inside me would  be taken care of and with that knowledge the ache grew and spread.  My  tits swelled slightly in anticipation of his touch, my pussy grew  wetter and felt as though it was opening itself for him.  I shyly  reached out to give my hand to him, my body to him, wondering if he  knew what I was feeling.  

When our hands met, he tugged on mine pulling me the final step closer to him leaving me standing between his slightly parted knees.  His eyes  held mine; I assumed he was waiting for some sign from me that I wasn't  sure how to give, so I just stood in place, hoping he would make the  next move.  

Daniel didn't make me wait too long, he turned loose of my hand and placed it on his leg.  I could feel the heat of him through his pants,  even the texture of his jeans felt foreign on my fingers.  

"Are you sure?" He questioned.  

I could think of nothing to say, so I simply nodded my head.  

Daniel knows how shy I can sometimes be.  He has known me long enough to know that I can't come right out and say what it is that I want or  need.  It is one of the things he has told me since the day we met  online that I should really try to change about myself.  But this is  one time that he chose to not push me to over come it, with my nod yes,  he leaned in towards me and kissed me softly on the lips.  His gentle  mouth coaxing a response from mine, His mustache tickling my upper lip,  His tongue pokes out from his mouth seeking entrance into mine.  I  opened my mouth to him, wanting to feel the intimacy of his tongue  dueling with mine.  

Once his tongue had plundered my mouth quite thoroughly, and left me panting for breath, he began to kiss his way towards my neck, over my  right cheek, and nibbled just below my ear. Then he worked his way down  that side of my neck, forcing my head to tilt backwards to allow him  easier access.   He took my offering, and continued on his way, moving  with gentle kisses across the bottom of my throat and back up the other  side of my neck, making an erotic trail back to my mouth where he began  his plundering again.  

I felt his hands on the back of my thighs and then moving upward, under my sweater and over my bottom.  He continued up until the heat of his  palms was pressed against the bare skin on my lower back and I felt him  rub there for a moment before continuing his journey further up.  

I could feel the slightly cooler air of the room upon my back and wasn't surprised to find that when he broke from kissing me this time, it was  only so that he would be able to pull the sweater off from over my  head.  Leaving me standing before him with only my bra keeping him from  seeing my breasts which were beginning to ache for him to touch them.  Daniel glanced over me for a moment before putting his mouth back against mine.  He wasn't seeking the long drawn out kisses this time,  but just visited my mouth a moment before once again working his way  over and down onto my neck.  Without my sweater in place this time, he had no need to stop at the base of my neck, so he continued downwards.  He kissed the breast area  that was now uncovered and I was glad that my hands had rested on his  shoulders after he had taken my sweater off, for if they hadn't I  wasn't sure I could have continued to stand.  

He kissed his way down between my breasts, stopping where the clasp kept it closed and I could feel my breasts swelling in anticipation of what  was to come.  As he kissed his way up over the other breast he raised  his hands and unhooked the clasp keeping my bra in place, allowing my  breasts the freedom they needed to swell and harden more.  

Daniel kissed and suckled all over the exposed breast meat before him but ignored the nipples poking out at him demanding he take notice of  them.  The sweet torture seemed to last forever to me standing there,  so that when he finally did pull one of the turgid little nubs into him  mouth and began to suckle gently upon it, I squeezed his shoulders with  my hands and signed as if receiving a much needed relief.  When he left  one nipple I cried out softly in frustration, thinking that he was done  with them now until he pulled the next into his mouth.  He repeated  this process until I was gasping for air and almost crying for him to  give me something more.  

Then I felt Daniel's teeth bite gently into a nipple, and I did cry out at the overwhelming sensations.  The slight pain and then the soothing  of his mouth sucking upon my nipples, sent arrows of heat straight down  to my groin.  Never had I been so turned on from someone just messing  with my nipples.  I felt sure that if he would only touch my pussy he  would make me cum a second later.  

I am still not sure when or how it happened, but when Daniel did finally pull back from my chest and I saw his eyes wandering down the rest of  my body I realized that at some point  he  had taken my pants and my  panties down and they were both at my knees.  I was left totally naked  before him from the knees up.  

The pants around my knees making it impossible to move didn't escape my notice.  It felt truly submissive to be standing as I was between the  legs of a man who was still fully dressed as I was doing right now.   For a moment I became very self-conscious.  "Would he like what he was  seeing?" I questioned myself silently.  The longer he sat there on the  side of the bed, just taking in the sight of me, the more worried I  became, and I started fidgeting around trying to hide myself from his  view.  

Daniel took both my hands in his and pulled them out away from my body.  As he continued to look at me, my face turned red, and then I gasped as  suddenly he turned loose of my hands and put his arms around me and  pulled me closer to him.  

He went back to work on my nipples, teasing and nibbling on them, before pulling them into the heat of his mouth.  As he teased them his hands  began their work, sliding down onto my bottom and squeezing and  massaging it, pulling me into him and then releasing me.  

Again I have no idea how long this continued on, but it was both long enough that I wasn't sure if I could handle more of it and not long  enough, because I didn't think I ever wanted for him to stop.  

In time Daniel did stop once again, and he urged me to take a step back from him, and held me so I wouldn't stumble.  He knelt down on his  knees to pull my pants the rest of the way off, as well as my shoes and  panties.  

It didn't escape my notice that his face was almost touching the center of my being.  I was sure that he was near enough that he would be able  to smell the arousal of my pussy.  Or maybe even close enough to catch  a glimpse of my wetness as he lifted each leg to pull my clothes off.   I know that on my end, I could feel the breath of air that he released  as he worked to get me totally naked.  

I was disappointed when he stood back up and never touched my pussy, nor did he seem all that impressed with the fact I had shaved. I knew that  by now my clit would be poking out from between my lower lips and that  he was able to see it without hair to shield it from his view. Instead,  he pulled me close to him, letting me feel the material of his clothes,  reminding me that he was still fully dressed, and he kissed my mouth  once again.  His tongue demanded entrance and I willingly let him  inside and I slid my tongue against his.  While his tongue was inside  my mouth, fully, I kept it there, sucking on his tongue as if it were a  tiny cock and I felt more than heard the increase of his breathing that  let me know that he was enjoying it.  

When he broke free of my kiss, he picked me up slightly, turning me and deposited me on the bed where he had been sitting and then leaned into  me, kissing my neck and down to my nipples again.  The more he kissed  the more he pushed me towards lying down upon the bed and as I laid  further back he kissed lower over my stomach.  

Daniel had it timed just right; as I fully laid back on the bed, his mouth was poised above my pussy.  I could feel the heat of his breath  on my freshly shaved pussy, and I wondered what his first real look at  me shaved had him thinking.   "Did he like it?" I wondered.  

All he seemed to do was stand there looking down at my pussy, as if trying to etch into his memory.  I could feel my clit swelling and  probably sticking out further in search of his touch and I was almost  sure that I could feel my wetness leaking from my body.  

When suddenly and without any warning he bent down and flicked his tongue over my clit I thought I would feint from the pleasure it  caused.  He lifted back up and watched as my body bucked slightly after  his sudden caress, it begging him for more.  I know Daniel really well,  I know he likes to see how a woman responds to what he does, but I had  to admit, I was going crazy.  I needed him to touch me again.  

He finally relented and I felt him use a finger and slide it down from my clit until it was resting just outside my moist opening.  Again my  body jerked to attention and I thought I saw him smile knowingly though  before I could really focus on it he put his mouth down over my clit  and began gently working it back and forth with his tongue and  occasionally sucking it lightly pulling it further into his mouth.  

I could feel his finger still resting just outside my pussy's opening and as I enjoyed his tongue on my clit I attempted to try and push  myself onto that finger.  He some how managed to hold it just out of my  reach but always lightly touching and I groaned with the need to be  filled by something, anything.  

When I felt unable to take anymore and was about to give voice to my frustration, he pushed his finger inside me quickly and instead I cried  out with joy.  His finger was fairly large, for a finger at least, but  my body welcomed it.  When he began to pump it in and out of me I  almost cried for the pleasure that it gave to me while it was combined  with the tongue action he had going on over my clit.  

Then he pulled his finger from inside my pussy leaving it empty and I moaned in frustration until I felt him rubbing against my most secret  lower hole.  He didn't attempt to insert his finger there, just rubbed  over it.  Again I found myself trying to push myself onto his finger,  my body taking over.  The more I tried to push himself onto his finger  the harder he worked my clit with his tongue.  

I half whispered half moaned the words, "OH God" as I felt my orgasm crashing over me.  As I said it and began feeling my pussy contracting  in orgasm he slipped his finger into my anal opening slightly, just  enough to let me know it was there and forcing me ride my orgasm just a  little bit longer.  

When the waves of my orgasm had subsided slightly he lightly kissed my clit once more and watched smiling as my already shaking body trembled  even more trying to jerk away from him in its sensitive aftermath.  

He removed his finger from my rear opening and stood up, taking my hand and pulling me into a sitting position again.  He kissed me and I could  taste and smell myself on his lips.  I knew very well that he often  said he enjoyed the scent and taste of a woman, and it made me happy to  know that he had finally gotten a taste of me.  The proof of what he  had given me was right there, on his mouth and now my own.  

He pulled my hands up toward his chest, and he began unbuttoning the top buttons on his shirt.  I took the hint and began by pulling his shirt  from his pants and unbuttoning as well, though I worked from the bottom  up.  We met in the middle and I left his fingers to undo his last  button, and I lowered my hands again to try and work loose the button  on his pants.  When that was done I lowered the zipper.  

I had often teased him that I wanted to show him how I could suck his cock.  That I wasn't  real sure I could do it good, but that I had  never had any complaints and that I would like to have his opinion on  whether I could make him happy in that way or not.  Now was my chance  to see, and I was slightly impatient to learn what it was that he liked  having done.  I began trying to work his pants down his legs and taking  his underwear with them, watching as his cock sprang free.  

His cock, as I knew already it would be, was different from any cock I had seen before.  Daniel had never been circumcised.  I wasn't real  sure what he would enjoy having done or if maybe there was some  difference between what he would like and what someone who had been  done would enjoy.  I admit, I did stare at it some, curiosity getting  the best of me, I had to examine it.  I was sure that Daniel wouldn't  mind that I did.  

My exploration began with my hands; I held him lightly and moved his extra flesh back and forth slightly. Watching as the head of his cock  would peek out and then go into hiding again.  When that curiosity had  been satisfied I moved on and began to use my tongue to make small  circles around the now exposed head.  

Daniel put his hands into my hair as a sign of encouragement or enjoyment, I'm not sure which and I soon pulled the head of his cock  into my mouth.  I made sure the head of his cock was thoroughly wet by  my mouth and then I began trying to take more of his cock into my  mouth.  When I had taken in about half of him, I then pulled my head  back coming almost to the head of his cock before moving my mouth down  on his shaft again.  

I could feel the extra skin on his cock and found it exciting to be trying my hand at giving him pleasure in this way.  I wondered if he  liked knowing that he was my first uncircumcised cock and that he would  probably be the only one I ever touched in this way.  

As I gained confidence in what I was doing, I began moving my mouth a little faster upon him, slowing every now and then to circle the head  of his cock with my tongue.  I also began using my hands on him as  well, my right hand stroking the parts of his shaft that my mouth  couldn't cover and my left hand reaching and just holding his sac  gently.  

I pulled my mouth from his cock and pointed his cock up towards his stomach and began to slide my tongue back and forth at the base of his  cock, right in that area where the cock meets up with his sac.  I felt  him tense slightly, indicating that it wasn't a bad experience for him  at least.  I continued that for a little bit and then began sliding my  tongue up the length of his shaft, moving it steadily back and forth,  attempting to cover all of his cock that was reachable.  When I reached  the head and flicked my tongue over it, teasing the tiny slit I found  there with my tongue he tensed up a little more.  

I then pulled the head of his cock back into my mouth and went to work moving my mouth up and down over him.  At first only letting him feel  my lips around him and then increasing the suction inside my mouth  which caused him to give a moan of pleasure which came out as something  more like "OHHH."  

I repeated the process a few times, taking him into my mouth gently and then sucking harder on his cock only to ease the pressure again.  I  could tell that he was enjoying himself by the tensing up of his body  each time I changed speeds and pressure.   When I began moving my right  hand along his shaft in rhythm with my mouth he moaned again before  taking a step back and pulling his cock from my mouth.  I just smiled  up at him, wondering if I had almost gotten the best of him.  

He bent down and kissed me, once again I could taste myself upon his lips or maybe it was only my imagination that the taste still lingered  there, and I wondered if he was now able to taste himself on me as  well.  As he kissed me he laid me back once again.  I was now able to  feel his cock poised at my damp opening and I attempted once again to  push myself onto something, this time his cock.  He teased me still,  moving and shifting his body so that all I received was the feel of his  cock sliding up and down my slit, teasing my clit.  

He slipped his arm under my back and lifted, urging me to get further onto the bed and I wiggled around until I was in roughly the middle and  he climbed up on the bed also.  He was still between my legs, and I  still wanted to feel his cock inside me.  I could feel his cock resting  on my clit, nudging against it even more when Daniel leaned down to  kiss me again.  

As his tongue entered my mouth so too did his cock finally enter me.  My moist passage accepting his cock willingly even though he moved slowly.   I tried to urge him deeper but he kept his own pace, slowly taking my  pussy and making it his.  

When he was buried deep inside me, he paused again, allowing me to fully adjust to the size and feel of him inside me.  I was impatient and  began trying to rock against him and he told me to hold still.  I tried  and succeeded but it was only by luck that I was able to do so.  

He began to move, rocking himself against me slowly barely making his cock move in and out at all.  Then he began pulling out slowly and  entering quickly.  Each time he pulled out I sighed in frustration, not  wanting him to leave, and when he entered me I would arch against him  welcoming him back.  I could feel my body tensing up and knew that when  he picked up the pace and I learned how to work my body against his  that I would cum.  

I remembered one conversation he and I had where he said that no one had ever come from just riding his cock without anything else to help it  along, and I had said that I could do it.  That I would do it.  He had  seemed doubtful and I really hoped that I could prove it to him.  

I felt him pick up the pace slightly, and I assumed that his time was drawing near.  I focused all of my attention on my pussy, and pushed it  against him repeatedly, matching him thrust for thrust.  I  intentionally kept the muscles in my pussy tightly clasp around his  cock, wanting him to feel every bit of me he could as well as allowing  myself to feel him sliding in and out of me.  I felt his pubic hair  brushing against and teasing my clit as we connected our bodies  together over and over again.  

A second before my climax hit me; my pussy relaxed accepting even more of his shaft inside me, allowing us to be even closer to each other,  more intimately connected.  And I called out my release with a sigh  followed closely by gripping onto his hips and throwing myself onto his  cock as my body lost control and my pussy held and released his cock  over and over again.  

As I slowly calmed, I felt him tense up, enjoying the ride, and the he picked up the pace once again, a very loud groan filling the room as I  felt his shaft inside me thicken followed by a burst of warmth as he  came deep inside my womb.  

Afterward, he pulled himself slowly out of me, shuddering slightly with the increased sensitivity of his cock, and he laid down beside me, one  arm draped possessively over my stomach while we both worked to bring  our breathing back to normal.  

When we had regained our composure, I laughed and said, "see I told you it was possible" and he laughed along with me and then we kissed and  just held each other enjoying the aftermath of all that we had shared.  

I knew that soon I would have to go and I told him as much.  Neither of us really wanted the day to end but accepted the fact.  As we gathered  our clothes and began to get dressed, amid stolen caresses and tender  kisses, I sincerely hoped that he and I could be together again before  he had to return home.  

We said a hesitant if somewhat sad "Good bye" as I left his motel room after one final embrace and a kiss that almost fanned my passions again  to the point that I wouldn't leave.  

When I arrived home some 45 minutes later and turned on my computer it showed that I had an email.  It was from Daniel.  "Thank you for  sharing yourself with me.  I should be around here all day the day  after tomorrow.  If you're interested I will let you know for sure.   Hugs and kisses".  

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