Copyright© Sven the Elder

Dedicated to CJ - the lady that rocks my boat!

And She came - she really did, but more of that a little later.

There really is more than a bit of 'will she, won't she?' - 'did she, didn't she?' in all of this little tale - so bear, or maybe even bare with me as I step back a bit and start a little while ago.

It all started a little while ago following a comment on a story that had been posted. One short note led to another, to a full blown correspondence. Sometimes these things take on a life of their own, coy changes to chat, changes to comfortably saucy. Believe me when I say saucy; and that's where it might all have stayed. We each knew where the other lived and while not at opposite ends of the country it was far enough away to have have been just that.

Then in a telephone chat - did I mention the telephone chats? Sorry - I should have done - comfortable - damn! I've used that word again, but they really were comfortable chats - any subject, laughter, tears, sorrow, anger - all the normal emotions we all go through, except we had never met. Lord how we decided what we would do if we ever met... But I digress, in a chat we suddenly realised that a member of her family had an apartment just down the road from me. We were both silent as we took in the ramifications. Would it work? Could it work? Could we make it work? In the end we decided we would see what might happen. Planning would be everything - on both sides. I think that we both decided that it would be a once only thing, a one time meeting, affair, call it what you would.

Unfortunately I drive a fairly distinctive car, which would not help matters. So it couldn't be left about the place, the estate the apartment was part of was close enough to my home district for it to be quite possible for it to be recognised. That difficulty was solved when it was discovered that there was a garage built in, so the car could be driven in in the dark and 'lost'.

Then the timing of the visit needed to be organised - difficult didn't even begin to describe that! If she could get away I couldn't, and vice versa. In the end we had all but given up - there had been one or two 'almosts' but the apartment wasn't available. We came to the conclusion that if it was to be - then it would happen, nothing we tried to organise was working.

Then I mentioned I was going to a car show, too far away to drive there and back in a single day, it would need a motel stop with an early start next day, and a drive back home that evening. She would be in the same locale on business... The hell with the apartment - it looked like the meeting up was on. Then my partner decided she wanted to come with me - meeting off! Then it was realised she had an appointment that couldn't be changed - meeting on!

Then it was tonight and we knew it was really going to happen.

My text message was succinct - 217.

A tap on the door. A glance through the spy hole. A click and open the door and she came in.

The lights were down low.

We had rehearsed this moment in our heads, in e-mails, on the phone, now it was here.

Two tongue-tied fully grown adults - rooted to the spot.

"At last..." - we stumbled as the words came out together and the same.

We giggled as it struck home that this was not quite what we had planned...

I kissed her - gently, then as she held my head in both hands, more urgently.

We came up for air, then kissed again, more passionately, more urgently.

I slid my hand down and cupped her bottom pulling her into me. She groaned as she felt my hardness against her. Now she turned and leant back against me, again working her rear against me as I cupped her breasts through the light sweater she was wearing. Both of us were delighting in her decision not to wear a bra.

I eased her sweater over her head and revelled in the sight as she turned back towards me. I leaned forward, fussing her breasts - kissing and nibbling them as she held them up to me. Then our passion began to take over. She pulled my sweatshirt off over my head and discarded it before undoing my belt and the top snap of my jeans - she grabbed pants and shorts and didn't so much ease them down as yank them off complete with my socks and slip-on shoes. He sprang up and bounced in front of her face as she stood back up grabbing him as a handle on our way to the bed.

If the atmosphere in the room had been hot to start with, now it was positively boiling.

The senses were overloaded: me being overcome by the delicious aroma of musky, sexy, hot woman and she by the sight and handful she had of obviously aroused rampant male.

She lay back on the bed as I landed beside her - nipples hard in the centre of her dark areolas, excitement or the air conditioning? It didn't matter which - they were sensational. In the same way that men worry about size I guess women do too as during our chats she had been worried about being small up top. Whatever the bra size might have been I haven't a clue; these just looked absolutely right.