He started off very safe, albeit a bit naughty. Nothing anyone would think is inappropriate. He was a businessman and traveled quite a lot. He wouldn't tell me his age but would always say that he was still young enough to please any woman and then leave with a naughty smile. He was very sweet; always greeting me good morning, checking up on how I was doing in my schoolwork. But every so often he would send me some naughty emails.

For example:

hurry up with you answer ... I desperately need it now!!!! (before I burst) );

Kisses,

Alex

My replies were usually curt and simple, trying not to give away what I was really feeling each time. It was also about the time when I learned how to type with one hand, as my left hand always seemed to wander. : )

We exchanged emails all the time; he even helped me write my other story here. And every time, he would put in a short comment like. "I really wish you were here sitting on my lap right now. So I could feel your tight ass rub against my cock." Or "Can you imagine what it would feel like to have my tongue explore deep in your pussy?"

The curious thing about me is that I'm really drawn into whatever story I write. It takes me days just playing with ideas in my head. And as I was writing the story, I would really believe that I was there, even more so than what my readers would say that they felt. So drawn in, that I would often need to stop writing and just lay on my bed. I would become partially out of breath and my mouth would just dry up from the arousal.

Our emails became more and more risqué. Soon we were asking each other to perform some dares.

I want you to go to school without any underwear today Kate. Tell me how it felt when you get home.

Or...

Why don't you wear a low-cut shirt to school and flash your cleavage to your professor. I'm sure he would lose it in class.

Out of sheer excitement, I would often do his tiny dares. And in return, I would also give him a few dares of my own.

Our online relationship was very healthy. For one, I was a bit perkier in class despite the weight of all my homework. I always felt a sigh of relief when he emailed me and offered me a release from all the tension I was under.

Slowly but surely, our dares became kinkier and kinkier. We started taking photos of our dares to show each other as proof. Like one time, I asked him to shave his cock and in exchange he wanted me to draw a heart in my pussy with lipstick.

But I guess his best dare came while we were chatting online.

"Hello Sunshine."

"We've known each other for a long time now; maybe you'll let me see you on cam?"

Let me make this clear now: I've only seen his face once from a photo he sent me. And he's only seen my profile picture here.

"You don't have to show your face, but maybe I could see those pert little tits of your's."

I was, of course, hesitant but very excited. After a bit more prodding, I finally gave in and set up a webcam. To be on the safe side, I only showed him my body from the neck below. For those of you who have already read my stories, you should have ample description of what it looks like.

The dare started simple.

"Open your blouse Sunshine and let me see your bra."

"Very nice! I just love those sexy shorts you're wearing. It would be much nicer if they were on the floor, don't you think?"

Each command he made was so smoothly said, that I felt very little hesitation to obey. That was what really attracted me to him. The anonymity always made me safe and secure despite our naughty dares. And the air of mystery around him made him even more attractive.

"Can you imagine how it would feel if I were there right now Sunshine?"

"You'd be sitting on my lap, as I played with your nipples."

I would gently do what he said and imagined he was there. My arousal was building up by the second.

I was moaning the whole time, imagining every single line he wrote. I did all I could not to scream when I brought myself to orgasm.

Our emails and dares lasted for a couple of months and got hotter and hotter. My papers finally caught up with me and I was no longer able to spend as much time on the net as I would have wanted.

It was only a few weeks ago that I had the time to write again. You've all read the last chapter of Kate: Hot Asian Tutor right? Finally, after almost two years, I was able to finish that story. However, it's still not the end of THIS story.

After posting the last chapter here, as expected, I had more than a few feedbacks from the readers. (By the way, I would really like to thank you all ... They were wonderful, and very helpful.) But a familiar email jumped right out of the screen.

"Oh god, he's actually coming here," I let out a whisper. I felt excited and unsure of what I should feel. Here's a stranger who I've been really intimate with but completely shrouded in mystery. Now that shroud is about to be removed. I didn't really know what I wanted so I just let the email sit for a few of days before I replied.

I was naïve enough to expect that my email reply was already too late and that he had already returned home. Can you imagine my surprise when, after just a few minutes my messenger popped an icon "New Message: Subject: Re: Manila"

My mouth hung open when I read and re-read the email. I could hear my heart as it thumped. I didn't really know if it was fear, or excitement, or maybe a bit of both.

The entire day went by like a dream.

My thoughts kept going back and forth: "Should I meet him? Is it safe? I want to meet him. I don't want to go." Over and over the entire day, my thoughts mixing with his words: "Can you imagine how my cock would feel inside you? You would like that, wouldn't you Kate?"

I was in a semi-hypnotized, semi-aroused state the entire day. Even a cold shower wasn't enough to bring my temperature down.

"What the hell should I wear?" I thought to myself as I walked into my closet.

I took out a long black dress and looked at it through the mirror.

"Nice, I like this" I thought, suddenly countered by, "What are you thinking? You're having dinner with a friend, not going to a prom."

My pantsuit, slacks, skirts, all received similar responses. I felt like I tried on all my clothes, until I finally settled on a white, one-piece, halter dress that fell just below my knees. I let my hair fall on my back and shoulders and looked at myself in the mirror. I did a pirouette which partly lifted my skirt.

"That should do. It's sexy enough but not too sexy."

To be honest, dear Readers, I thought about going out without wearing any underwear, (his words really messed me up ... bad... ), but decided to wear a white thong and a matching low-cupped bra that hooked at the front, which barely covered my nipples.

It was almost 7:30 when I left home. As usual, I had to put on a light sweater on top so that my mom wouldn't catch me wearing something so sexy. (Alright, the dress was way too hot but I couldn't help it).

The cab ride seemed to take forever, I was quite lucky the cab driver was an elderly gentleman. Otherwise I would have verbally pounded on the driver. I was so high-strung already, and my heart rate was going about 120, so you can just imagine.

I took off my sweater as the cab arrived at the hotel driveway. The weather was unusually chilly for a late February evening in Manila, and the night air embraced my legs and bare shoulders and hardened my nipples, as I walked to the front door, further amplifying my feelings of anticipation.

He was already waiting in the hotel lobby, watching the door from where he was sitting on a sofa. He practically jumped up as he saw me enter. It was almost comical, only shows how excited he was.

I've always guessed that he was in his mid forties from his stories. His hair showed some hints of grey but he looked very youthful and may pass as a guy in his early thirties.

Again, we had seen each other's faces only once before, from relatively old photos. We wanted to keep the mystery going, so no other photos were sent between either of us. But that single photo was enough for me to recognize him, and vice versa.

He was already quite good looking in the photo, (and I mean this with all due flattery and compliment to you Alex, I know you're reading) but the photo didn't do him any justice.

His looks were somewhere between a young David Hasselhoff and George Clooney. He approached me and gave a light hug, or rather a touch on the hips as he kissed my cheeks. It felt almost fatherly, which was good because all my fears and hesitations seem to have faded after that. I guessed that he was about 6'2" and dwarfed my 5'4" frame.

"You look really beautiful, Sunshine," he greeted.

"Please, don't call me that," I said with a blush. "Call me Kate."

"Well then, you look really beautiful, Kate," he said with a wide smile on his face, which made me blush all the more.

"Would you like to sit here and talk for a while or would you rather go to the restaurant and chat there?" he asked as he guided me across the room.

"Let's go to the restaurant, I'm quite hungry," I clumsily replied.

"Ok, I'm pretty famished myself."

He was quite the gentleman. You would never think that he was the same man who kept sending me those naughty emails and giving those sexy dares. "Maybe he's just like me, naughty on the net but not in real life," I thought.

Dinner went pretty well. We talked for over an hour about ourselves. Pretty soon, we were both laughing as if we had been friends our entire lives. We talked about his work, and he mentioned that he also did some stage play writing as a hobby.

One question he asked repeatedly was "How could such a pretty girl like you, have such a naughty creativity when writing?"

He kept asking me to share how I was able to draw out my thoughts and ideas for writing. How I was able to relate with the character. What I felt as I wrote the stories.

I wasn't sure if it was his intention, but the more I answered his questions, the more aroused I felt. But he did it so smoothly, always relating to his hobby as a writer that I didn't feel anything wrong with his questions.

At around 10 pm, the waiter told us that the restaurant was about to close, but we could transfer to the bar. Very politely, he asked me. "It's getting a bit late, is it still ok if you stayed a bit longer?"

I replied by taking his hand, and leading him to the bar.

We sat by the bar facing each other. I felt more exposed sitting at the bar. My skirt hiked up as I sat on the bar stool and now my thighs were clearly showing. Fortunately, there were very few other people there.

"Scotch on the rocks," he told the bartender. "How about you Kate?"

I looked to the shelves at the back trying to look for the menu or something. Sensing my inexperience, he said to the bartender, "And a strawberry daiquiri for her."