The first encounter ...
An erotic tale attempt by Iowadom
They had never met, well, at least not in person, not face to face. Yet both of them had seen the hand of fate intervening even from the beginning, from that simple one line message, a message of simplicity, so carefully written in an effort to intrigue her, to garner her attention, to peak her curiosity, to entice her to step forward and meet a kindred spirit.
He had not met or even spoken to her, not even in messages. And now he was perplexed and confused, what power beyond his comprehension had drawn him so inescapably to her profile, her writings, her mind, heart, and soul. And once he had taken them in, his intellectual and emotional curiosity shot off the scale, beyond his ability to measure. Is this even possible? How could somebody he had never met or seen, half the world away it seemed, be such an absolute complete match to his own mind, heart, and soul? Unable to escape the demands from his soul, he wrote that first message, and then waited for THE familiar tone that would indicate the response.
She knew so very little of this stranger who had stepped forth from the shadows into her life so abruptly. And when she had perused his writings, postings, and autobiographical profile,she sat for a moment, staring at the screen, trying to take it all in. And then an old friend came to see her, an emotion she had not felt for a very long time, especially one that was brought on by the simple meeting of a man. She was literally nervous, uneasy, a bit giddy perhaps. It was the same primal emotions a teenage girl might feel awaiting the reply to a "check yes or no" note in school.
That is how it had all began, very much akin to a "cute meet", with that simple message and her nervously written reply. And as time had progressed, the commonalities between them continued to reveal destiny playing a hand in this so called random chance encounter between two souls. From the start, it had a mind and destiny of it's own, and given free reign, it would certainly propel them both together at breakneck speeds, but history was to play it's hand as well. She was more careful than he, she had to slow it down, not allow it to run amuck, at it's own course and speed.
And now, they had come far enough along the path that he had earned some portion of her trust, convinced her he was not like so many other men she had met and know before, and they were meeting for the first time. As she opened the door, he resisted the urge to grab onto her, to hold her, stroke her hair, do all the things he had wanted to do for so very long it seems. His heart lept in his chest as she leaned forward to give him a heartfelt hug and gentle kiss hello.
. He did not want to let go, he wanted to hold her right here, just like this, for eternity. Her firm breasts gently pushed into his chest, her arms wrapped gently around him, his hand on her ever so feminine curves he had longed to feel for so long. It took all the will he could muster to prevent himself from showing his arousal as they gently let loose of each other, and as they parted, a tiny smile escaped his lips as the quick glance he had stolen at her breasts that revealed she had become a bit more than happy to finally meet him as well... her erect nipples peering through her sweater, a slight blush coming to her smiling face as she had caught him stealing that glance......
Stay tuned for part 2 --- if you all like it at any rate!
