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It was still very dark outside when the radio alarm went off in its usual noisy way. It need not have bothered, I was not asleep. In fact, I had not slept much that entire night, and it had been late when I turned in. Today was going to be an interesting day. That was an understatement. I was preparing to drive out to a small Western Kansas town to meet someone I had been corresponding with through email.
I was excited, no doubt about that. I raced through a shower, grabbed up a few things and headed out the door. I had fueled up the car the night before, but I still stopped by the Quick trip store for some coffee. Then I headed for the entrance ramp and headed north.
So down the road I went. So much to think about, and I was not totally sure how I felt about the whole thing. Writing to a person was one thing, meeting them was something else. I had been around the Internet world long enough to know people can be just about anything they want to in chat rooms and through email. You really didn't know what was real and what was phony. I was taking a chance, but then so was she. I can't imagine how she must have felt. She had a stranger en-route to her house, coming from miles away, and what did she really know about him I guess we were both in it pretty deep. I would not have blamed her one bit if I arrived and found her to be gone, or even hiding out, having changed her mind.
I am sure we were both asking ourselves the same questions. Why am I doing this, am I nuts What if they don't like me or think I am ugly....what if I don't like them and think they are ugly Will we find it as easy to talk in person Will either of us be disappointed and if so, what is the graceful way out I drove on through the rain, a mix of emotions. Think about it, we'd been writing love letters back and forth! We had not even been writing each other that long, had never met, spoken on the phone maybe twice, and we were writing love letters We had gotten to know each other in a very different way. It was not based on physical attraction, because we had no idea what each other looked like. We had only spoken on the phone once or twice, and then very briefly. So what we felt towards each other was based on personalities, and the only clues we had towards that had been through email.
Thoughts rolled through my head. We had written and spoken of our love for each other, each saying they didn't care what the other looked like. Did we really feel that way or was it just a bunch of emotional talk I wanted to think I was not such a shallow person that I would have gone back on my words if she turned out to be...shall we say....not very attractive. What would I do if I got there and she was some 300 lb nightmare I had fallen in love with a person through email, basing that feeling on her personality and values. Would I be so shallow to back out on mere appearance
What about her She had said the same things about me. She didn't know what I looked like. Was she the sort of person who would back out on appearance I can't imagine the pain of talking love with someone for weeks on end, and then have them turn you away because you didn't meet their "looks" requirements. It was a hard question and I didn't know if I could examine myself honestly enough to answer it. I am sure she was wrestling with some of the same questions. . I still had several hours before I would be at my destination. Plenty of time left for me to think, dream, anticipate, dread, worry....all of the above.
Had I been true to myself through those emails Had I been totally honest and not misrepresented myself I could not think of any way that I had been less or more than who I really am, but what had she perceived me to be Would she really be what I perceived her to be
Now, it may sound like I over-analyze everything. But I had just been through a marriage that grew very painful towards the end. That was mostly behind me now, in fact, I was actually glad and relieved that it was over. I had given everything I had to turn things around, with no success. I didn't realize what a strain I had been under, till after it was over. It became a relief, and it felt like a huge weight had fallen off of me, and I was not going to get in a position to be tormented like that again.
One does walk away with scars though from any sort of painful, hurtful experience. I also knew she would have her scars as well. We both had baggage from our past experiences that did affect the way we felt and looked at things. We all have our own "filter" through which we pass and process everything through. Sometimes our "filter" which is set in place and controlled by our experiences in life, will change or modify those things we pass through it. We weigh everything against what we have "learned" through the things that hurt or helped us. Because of this, people misread each other's words, thoughts and intents. Both of us would have our own preconceived ideas, and we would not even know we had them and were measuring everything by them. Both of us coming from failed marriages, would have different things that we had and were dealing with, and would go into a new relationship with those things having an influence.
It was also true that this situation had gotten a bit out of control. It went very quickly from being "friends" to out and out love letters. It seemed a bit crazy, and yet...it seemed somehow......ok. It was confusing to me and it went against everything I thought I believed. It went against every barrier and protection system I had setup. I felt I was "jumping" into something, and it went against my natural senses of caution...and at the same time something was telling me that this was ok and was right. I struggled to remember just how it went from point a to point b, but it happened so fast.
In my mind I went over and over the conversations we had had by email. I had printed out all of our correspondence before going on my trip to Texas, and had put them in order and read and re-read them. I had speculated so many times on what she would look like, and the sort of person she would be. I am sure she had done the same, looking for clues about me, trying to read between the lines to find out who I really was.
Marriage.....was this really in my future with this person How could I have already talked about marriage with her My kids didn't know...they'd have thought me totally nuts if they had known I had already bought her a ring. Maybe I was nuts. I had asked myself hundreds of times...."Are you sure you aren't just doing this because you are lonely" Well, maybe...but somehow there seemed to be much more to it than that. When I started writing to her, it was through a pen pal website. I really was not looking for a girlfriend, but rather a girl friend. Just someone to write to, someone who had been through the same sort of junk and also needed a friend.
I finally reached the turn, now I had less then 50 miles to go. Coming into some little small town, I was in need of gas. I turned into some small ragged looking mom and pop convenience store and filled up and got a soft drink. Little did I know that while I had picked up gas, I had also picked up a nail in my tire.
I finally reached the little town. I reached for the email to see if I could figure out the directions she had given. It was not much of a town, just a tired and worn out little place that had never been anything and never would. You found yourself wondering how it ever came to be and how it had managed to stay alive. Picture the brightest spot in the universe, this place was as far away from that spot as you could get.
The directions I had been given weren't the clearest....I drove about for a bit until I finally figured them out. It was a small enough town that I could have just gone up and down every street if I'd had to, and it still would not have taken long. She lived in an apartment complex. It was a multi-unit complex, a facility for low income families. That didn't matter. Even though I owned my own home, it was nothing to brag about. A small, cheap, rundown brick home in a neighborhood full of homes that all looked the same. So this was no big deal. A place to live is a place to live. You do what you can and what you have to and try to make it home.
I parked in front, which actually turned out to be behind, as you had to walk around the building to get to the front door, and there was no back door I knocked on the door and she answered and invited me in. I had some flowers with me that I had picked up the night before. It seems a little silly now. But I had wanted it to be special, and so far, it had not gone quite the way I expected. Now, in saying that, I might add that I didn't know what to expect, this was the first time I had ever done anything like this. You paint all sorts of images and scenarios of what "could" happen. But for the most part you are going into it blind and even a bit scared, and at times you wonder why in the world you got yourself into something so crazy and unknown. But curiosity eventually gets the better of fear and you press on.
So here we are, 2 people who had been writing love letters back and forth for some time. We occupied our evenings chatting through email. It would have been so much easier if we'd have had access to a chat-room, but I did not have that sort of Internet access, and had my own personal reasons for hating chat-rooms. We knew each other and were strangers at the same time. It was almost easier when the person on the other end was a mystery. You had to keep reminding yourself that this was the person on the other end. Somehow, you missed the contact you had developed through e-mail, as this was the only way you had known the person before. It was so different when they were just words on a page. Your own imagination filled in the rest of the blanks and you want on from there. It felt so strange....so different....
But this was no longer imagination, this was real and it was right here and now. She opened the door, we were both nervous, and she invited me in, trying to tell me how sorry she was about the earlier experience. I told her it was ok and resolved to put the entire incident behind me and find try to live in the right now instead.
I had told her on the phone before leaving home, that I was going to kiss her when I walked through the door. That seemed so natural then, I mean, we had been writing love letters back and forth and talking marriage. But what I thought would be so easy and natural then was not so easy now. Then, it was words on a screen and a voice on a phone. It was real and it wasn't. Now I was looking face to face with a total stranger who was not a stranger. Make sense out of that if you can. I decided to kiss her just as I had planned. I think it took her by surprise, as she really didn't kiss me back...and it didn't last long...and I think we both felt a bit uncomfortable when it was over. It was one of those things that I found myself wishing I would not have done...at least right away.
We made small talk, and I told her of some food I had brought, that needed to come out of the car. She walked back to the car with me and I noticed that I had a tire going flat. Yep...I remembered a small mom and pop gas station I had pulled into a ways before coming into her town. I bet I picked it up there. I quickly changed the tire to the donut spare, and she told me of a place I could get it fixed. We had to hurry though, as they would close in just a few hours and then it would be Monday before I could get it worked on.
She had arranged it so that I would be staying at the home of some friends of hers. I had intended to stay at a motel, but they insisted I stay with them and save the money. It made me a bit uncomfortable, but I did need to conserve some funds.. We took my clothes over to their house. They seemed friendly enough, and showed me the room I could use and told me to make myself at home.
We went back to her place which was right across the street. She had prepared an egg, cheese and sausage casserole, and we ate lunch together. After lunch I went and sat on the couch while she put everything away and then she came and sat down beside me.
Now what happened next is still foggy in my mind. I am not sure I can recap it, as it happened so fast and was totally unplanned by either of us. To this very day, almost 8 years later, I can't quite put it all together. Here is what happened next as best as I can recall.
We had finished our lunch, and I was sitting on the couch. We had continued to talk about this and that, just trying to get more comfortable with each other. She came over and sat on the couch beside me, and we continued to talk. We held hands for a little bit, then she leaned forward and kissed me. Now this was a different kiss than our first one. On the first one, I kissed her and she more or less allowed it. But now...it was not her kissing me. It was a bit awkward, but then it changed. It was not me kissing her or her kissing me...we were kissing each other....this was mutual...this was shared. This kiss had passion in it.
That passion began to build, it was beginning to consume both of us and we started to be come lost in each other. Both of us had months of pent up loneliness and desire. The events unfolding now had not been part of either of our plans, but neither of us made a move to stop it. I don't think either of us could have stopped it, and maybe, just maybe, it would not have been right to stop it.
The passion built and grew. The kisses were hot and passionate as were the caresses. We began to French kiss and each of us received a hickey or two. We were kissing hot and heavy, like two teen-agers on prom night. We were totally lost in each other. Time didn't exist...our towns...our jobs... ....our kids....our failed marriages.....our failures...our fears....financial struggles...and the empty days and nights....all were overpowered and cast aside by the love and passion that had engulfed us. The only thoughts on our minds was each other and the joy and excitement we were feeling. The rest of the world didn't exist, and we could not have asked for more.
We slid down on the couch, lying beside each other, locked in an embrace, kissing and caressing each other. No words were spoken, none were needed. After a long while, I gently ran my hand over the front of her blouse, lightly touching her breast, and even through the fabric I could feel her erect nipple. I began to gently squeeze one breast while running my mouth and lips over the other. I could feel her nipple on my lips, and it was driving me wild. I think it was having the same effect on her too.
The kissing and caressing continued...all sense of time was lost. We were hopelessly lost in each other now, and we were heading down the first hill of a giant roller coaster and picking up speed. There would be no stopping or turning back...I think maybe we both knew that....and somehow we didn't care.
I began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Everything inside of me screamed, "What are you doing! This isn't supposed to be happening...stop now...get up and go across the room...tell her you're sorry.....she's going to think you are a big phony! You're going to blow the best thing you have ever had!!" I could not believe this was happening! I could not believe I was actually doing this. But somehow I just could not stop. I expected her to recoil away from me as one by one the buttons came undone....I expected her to pull away and demand that I get out and never come back....but she didn't say a thing....or make any attempt to stop me....in fact...she seemed to want what was happening as much as I did.
What if she had protested I would have been mortally embarrassed, and would have never been able to make her believe that this was the farthest thing from my mind when I planned this visit. I would have went home ashamed and feeling like a complete jerk and a failure. Yes, I had planned to kiss her...but not this...this was out of control...I had never allowed myself to get out of control like this before. This was not like me at all....why couldn't I stop.....why didn't she stop me...us....our roller coaster was picking up speed...and we were enjoying the ride. There was no getting out of the car now.
Her blouse was now unbuttoned and open....I began to kiss the areas of her breasts left exposed by her bra...I ran my lips over her bra...pulling at her nipple through the fabric...I slipped one hand under her bra and gently felt her breast, and caressed her nipple. Everything in her actions told me that it was ok...if she didn't like what was happening...she made no indication. It had gone too far now....I couldn't stop...I didn't want to stop....and I was not sure she wanted me to.
What about her, what was going through her mind Did she ever want to stop Had she had thoughts herself about getting up and stopping everything Did she worry about what sort of girl I would think she was
Or was she afraid to stop me, afraid that this "stranger" would get violent and take what he seemed to want, by force. Did she think that she was in more danger to stop me than to just allow it to happen Did she worry about getting pregnant I can't believe I didn't worry about that....but for whatever reason, neither of us tried to stop or hinder the other.
I kept kissing her and reached behind her and undid the fastener of her bra. then slowly raised it up, exposing her breasts. They were beautiful, the prettiest and sweetest little breasts that I had ever seen and I had to tell her that. They were small, only a "A' sized cup, but pert and so firm and beautiful.I though they were a perfect size. I caressed one and began to suck on the other, pulling her nipple hard into my mouth. She began to arch her back to push them even deeper, as if trying to press her entire breast into my mouth. She grabbed my head with her hands and pulled me tight and hard against her breast. I sucked them hard and with passion, rolling the nipple of her other breast between my fingers. I pulled hard on each nipple with my lips, and sucked it and licked it. It was one of the most wonderful experiences I had ever had.
I continued to kiss and suck and caress both breasts, and finally pulled off her blouse and bra and tossed them on the floor. She lay there topless before me with those two gorgeous breasts, which I devoted my full attention to. We kissed deeply as I rubbed and squeezed her breasts and played with her nipples. I ran my mouth and tongue over every inch of them. I was lost in the delights before me, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone before.
I was sucking hard on one of her nipples, and reached down and undid the snap to her jeans....and pulled her zipper down. I slid my hand inside her panties and began to caress her moist pussy. I felt her legs open up, making it easier for me to reach her. We were totally en wrapped in each other...passion had us in a tight grasp....and nothing was going to stop us...we weren't going to let it. It seemed that by now both of us knew where it was going....and neither of us was making a move to change that course.
I kissed her, kissed each breast, then rose from the couch and walked around to the other end. She lay there on her back, and I took hold of the end of her jeans and pulled them off. Then I reached down and slowly removed her panties. I kept those panties and still have them. She was now totally nude before me, and one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. Her pussy was beautiful, and seemed to be begging for attention.
I quickly removed my clothes and began to rub her all over. If there had been any question as to how far this was going to go, the answer was clear now. By this point, all the alarms going off in my head telling me to stop had pretty much been silenced. I was totally lost in my desire for this person. Somehow it seemed right....how could it be right....but it felt right....it felt good....it felt natural.....as if we had known each other for years.....we had already talked marriage......she didn't know it yet....but I had already bought a ring......I guess we were going to have the honeymoon before the wedding. I guess I felt some regret about that....this should have been our honeymoon night....all the newness and joy and passion.... But those thoughts were not in my head at this moment....hardly....nothing from the outside world was in my head....nothing else existed.....just her and I.
I gently positioned myself on top of her, kissing her, her breasts and caressing her soft pussy. But there had been plenty of foreplay and desire took over. With no urging at all, she opened her legs as I fumbled to insert myself into her. I plunged myself deep into her and began to thrust slowly and gently, growing harder and faster. She began to cry out with pleasure, and began to meet my thrusts with her own body. She was crying out, "Hurt me..Hurt me!" I didn't quite know what to make of that, never getting that response before. I was now thrusting in and out of her as hard as I could. We were one...totally one....and we were lost in the passion, the pleasure and the love we felt. No honeymoon could have meant more than this moment.....this was our honeymoon....we had already made commitments to each other in our hearts....
I came much too soon. I wished I could have gone on non stop for an hour. Both of us had forgotten how much we had missed the physical love that can be enjoyed between a man and a woman. I had forgotten how much I needed it...I had forgotten what it was like to be with someone who would give as well as take. It had been a long time since I had made love with someone who wanted to give pleasure to me as well as receive it themselves. It had been a long time since I had made love where love was actually part of the experience. I could tell it had been the same for her.
I am sure both of us had had some of the same feelings through this whole situation. "What am I doing...Why don't I stop this.....what sort of person is this who would.....why aren't they stopping me.....what are they going to think....will they think that I am the sort of person who......"
But in talking later, neither of us had any regrets about that afternoon. We eventually moved from the couch to the bedroom. Hours went by...we caressed, we kissed....we talked....we dreamed....I went down on her...she went down on me...we made love numerous times....slowly the sun went down...we went from afternoon to evening....and were totally unaware of the hours that passed by, being consumed by each other.
She got up to go to the bathroom, when she came back I pulled her into my lap and began to caress her breasts. She laid her head back and I began to kiss and suck on her neck and caress her earlobe with my lips and tongue. With one hand on her breast, I slipped the other hand down and began to gently rub and caress her pussy. She turned around and faced me, and pressed her breast into my mouth, and I began to suck it and nibble on her nipples.
I lay down on the couch, and she got on top of me, rising up so that I could see, feel and suck both of her breasts. This has always been one of my favorite positions. I held them together and licked and sucked both nipples at the same time. I could not get enough of her small, cute and firm little titties. I had put enough hickies on them that they looked bruised.
Sitting up, she guided my cock into her soft, tight and wet pussy. Now she was in control, thrusting as I squeezed and sucked her breasts. The length of time I could go before cumming was increasing, as there was almost nothing left for me to cum with. We had made love so many times that afternoon. She was so tight, one would have never guessed she has had 3 kids. It felt like being inside of a virgin.
We spent the entire day at her house, remaining nude, kissing, talking, and dreaming. Later that evening we took turns taking a bath, one bathing while the other sat there conversing. It was so strange...we sat there in each other's company, totally nude and felt comfortable, as if we had been together for years. I felt peaceful and comfortable, and most of all, happy.
We had not left the house for hours....no TV....no stereo...spending time together was all the entertainment we had need for. We were up most of the night....making love, talking, I don't know of any subjects we left untouched. We talked about our failed marriages, our kids, our childhoods, our hopes and dreams, our fears. our likes and dislikes. We touched, kissed, and tried almost everything to couples could do together. She was so open...no inhibitions, and nothing was forbidden. It was an afternoon, evening and night I will never forget.
The sun was coming up; I had never made it over to her friend's house. This bothered me...what must they think of me now....they would know that I had never made it over....in fact...the entire time I was there I never once made it to their house. Yet, all my stuff was there....It was with great fear that I accompanied her to the house to get my belongings. I was relieved that they were not home and I never once ran into them. It was not that I was so ashamed of what we had done, as being uncomfortable with what they would think of her. I would be leaving, if they thought I was a terrible person, well, so be it. I really could not blame him much. But she lived there and it was a very small town. It could get very uncomfortable for her.
We drove around some the next day as she showed me the scenic sights of the little town. She showed me a farm where she had once lived, and a restaurant that she had made plans to treat me to that evening.
What a treat that turned out to be. She came out dressed in a little short Fredericks dress and looked like a total knockout. We went to the restaurant, which I think was the only one in the whole town. If I had thought about it, I could have probably taken her to one in a larger nearby city.
When the meal was over, she wanted to go out to the farm she had shown me earlier. We had talked by email before I had ever met her about spending one eve watching the sun set together. We took a blanket to sit on....and well....one thing led to another....which was really something I think we both had planned. But in Western Kansas, even in July, it can turn cool in the evening. I helped her out of her dress, undid her bra and slid down her panties and we made love.
It didn't take us long to fire up the flames of passion. We spent another night enjoying each other, and caressing each other, kissing and making love. She gave amazing blow jobs, and I could not believe she actually allowed me to cum in her mouth! There was not anything she would not allow me to try; she was even willing to allow anal intercourse! But we decided to save at least ONE thing for the Wedding night.
But she did have some inhibitions. I attempted to make HER cum...but each time we got close...she would stop me....almost in a panic. It seems her ex husband would get upset at her when that would occur...due to the "mess' it made. He had been an abusive person, and had mistreated her in so many ways. The more I was around her, the more scars I could see. I just kept telling her that I knew what would happen if we kept going, and it didn't bother me, that I liked it and it actually was a turn on for me. Even with that, I had a hard time getting her to allow herself to go that far. But finally she did, and then she was apologizing all over the place. I just started kissing her and telling her that I enjoyed it and it didn't bother me, and how much I liked bringing her to that point. It took quite awhile into our relationship before she found the confidence that I was not going to be angry with her for reaching a climax and soaking the bed or even me.
My time was running out as I had to get back and go back to work. I had been on vacation, and upon my return I was to start training for a new job.. I was not looking forward to that, but I was looking forward to getting into something other than what I was currently doing. I was not sure exactly how the departure was going to go, and what our future course of action was going to be. I was surprised when she asked to ride back home with me...her son lived there, and she thought she could stay there for awhile. I was glad to have the company for the long ride home. Little did we know the twists and turns that we were going to go through over the next couple of years. But we made it through....and we are happy and glad to be together.
So I came away from there with much more than I expected. Funny how you envision how something is going to go, and you seldom have it go as you pictured. Funny how you can go someplace with a list of fears...and come back with a totally different list. I still feel a little bad that my self-control was so weak...and glad that she didn't run me off the first time I made a wrong move. But I would not change a thing. It's funny, there was not one time that we made love that I gave any thought to the fact that she could get pregnant. I wasn't using anything, and never took time to find out if she was or not. It is just as amazing that she didn't worry about the same thing. I don't know why we never did worry about that, probably because she was going through "the change" We got married and two years later she did get pregnant and we ended up with a little boy whom we treasure.
So that is how it began, and the chapters are still being written. There have been some fantastic times, and times we did things so kinky I still find it hard to believe. There have been hard times, and times we both wondered if we'd make it...or if we even wanted to....but the part of us that did was so much stronger than any part of us that didn't. We stuck it out and we have always been glad we did.
There will always be tough times. Life is full of uncertainty and we can find ourselves feeling small and insecure. But through financial and employment issues, family issues, health issues, we have grown stronger and have now been married almost 12 years. We never lost our faith in God or our love and faith in each other. That is what keeps people together. Keeping their faith, and not giving up each other. The issues we face are always resolved in due time if we continue on that faith and stay strong and confident, enjoying the gift of each other that God gave to us.
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- Published: Sep 29, 2009
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