A true story I walked off the jetway and spotted her right away.A true story I walked off the jetway and spotted her right away. Even though I had a GIF picture of her, I wasn't sure if I'd know her, but there was no doubt in my mind. I stepped up to her and asked, "Cindy?" "Ed?" She smiled at me, hesitating. I know how she felt, I felt the same way. Here was this person I had been... well, intimate with, all via computer, and now we were seeing each other in person and still felt awkward. I gave her a hug, and she murmured in my ear, "It's good to hold you, finally." I stepped back for a moment to appraise her better. She did look good in person, tall and slim but with a full, shapely figure. I thought to myself, "I am a lucky guy." We were still a little nervous as we got into her car. We chattered about all kinds of things, not getting to the point yet. I'm not a kid, but I felt like I was on my first date. I was looking straight ahead and blathering about something I can't recall. Then I felt her warm hand move over onto my thigh. It was an electric moment, almost literally. I felt myself getting excited right there on the freeway. I looked over and our eyes met. I knew this was going to work out fine. There was no more need to talk. Her hand was stroking my leg and making me crazy. She was smiling over at me, like the cat eying a canary, and her fingers were doing the walking. Up my thigh, slowly and softly. And like a cat, she suddenly pounced! I gasped for a second, trying to maintain my decorum. She rubbed my bulging crotch and I swear she let out a little purr. With terrible timing, we came up to some traffic and she had to shift gears. Not wanting the moment to end, I decided it was my turn. |