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Five o’clock came so fast Friday morning. My trip, to West Virginia, was going to be a seven hour long drive from South Carolina, but it was going to be well worth it. It was still dark when I pulled the rented Jeep Cherokee out on to the highway. It was a cool, slightly foggy morning. The headlight beams passed through the mist and illuminated the road ahead. As I drove, the nervousness set in even more, knowing what waited for me at the end of my journey; a short stay in a destination with the woman I met online three years ago. The drive through the mountains was as beautiful as the woman I was going to meet. I kept seeing her lovely face in the peaks of the changing golden-brown and orange-red leaves that surrounded the interstate. They served as a sweet reminder of my awaiting destination I was so looking forward to viewing. Time was going rather quickly. Before I knew it, the sign for Mineral Wells flashed ninety-nine miles to go. At least the radio kept me company while the miles clicked away. The image of the lovely woman I would see at the end of my long ride helped also. I smiled again as her face entered my mind. I did not even have to look at the street signs to know I was entering Mineral Wells. The speed limit changed and slowed me to fifty-five, letting me know the turn off the interstate to the Microtel would be coming soon. Then, there it was. The sign to the Microtel was on my right. I pulled into the parking lot. I chose a spot and sat there a moment, holding the steering wheel. The reality of what was happening set in. I looked at the clock. It was 1:40. I arrived twenty minutes earlier than expected, according to the GPS. About fifteen minutes before I arrived at the hotel, she texted and said she had something to do first and would be there a little after 2:00. However, I could not text back since I was driving. Now stopped, I could. I checked in, got my bag and entered room 110. It was quite nice. I sat my bag down and texted her I was checked in and the room number. I offered to meet her at her car if she did not want to come inside. If that made her more comfortable, I understood. Now I would have a few minutes to formulate a plan on how we would meet. However, my cell ringing surprised me. I was not going to answer, but the name on the caller ID, told me I had too. My aunt would have made a big deal if I had not. It was the dumbest mistake. Well, I would not say the dumbest. My aunt had a reason for calling and had no idea I was in West Virginia. Of course then, I had to call my parents to tell them why my aunt called. Yeah, that does sound lame, but my aunt does not ever want to call long distance and since mobile to mobile is unlimited, guess who gets the calls? What happens while I’m on the phone with my mom? That’s right. I get text messages and of course, I could not look at them. I felt so stupid. Here I was, on the phone and the woman I had traveled seven hours to see, sent me two texts to tell me she was at the hotel. I just knew she was going to hate me. Then, as I was still talking, there was a knock on my room door. My heart sank into my stomach. This was not how I wanted our first face-to-face meeting to go. I wanted to open the door, see her standing there, and take her into my arms and kiss her cheek and escort her inside. Oh no, that did not happen. Instead, I opened the door, phone in hand, and felt like a stupid schmuck. At least she did smile. That was a plus to an already awkward meeting. She said,”Hi,” and I explained why I had not answered her texts. Poor thing even stood bursa escort outside the door before she knocked. She heard me talking on the phone and told me she was not sure if she had the right room. She thought I was not the only one in the room. I only imagined how she felt as she stood on the other side of the door listening.  She put down her bag and I looked at her and said, “Hi,” again to lessen the awkward moment, but I was shaking inside. I could tell she was also. Finally, I told her to make herself at home and she sat on the edge of the bed and me on the stool in front of the chair. It was a good thing I already told her about my crazy aunt. She laughed as I explained again why I had not answered her texts. It was a good way to break the ice. The more we talked, I began to feel the awkwardness slip away, but I could tell it was a different feeling for her. She was still uncomfortable. I could not blame her. Although we had been texting for three years, meeting in person was a total different thing. I totally understood. I was hungry, only having a sandwich on the way, so I figured a good way to get to know each other a little more was to ask if we could get something to eat. The Cracker Barrel beside the hotel was a perfect place to chat. We walked to it. It was nice. When early dinner was over, she asked what I would like to do. Seeing I was not in normal surroundings, I relied on her suggestions. Now, this may sound weird to some, but we actually shopped. She took me to her favorite places and asked if I had them in South Carolina. I told her we had the same ones for the most part, but there were a couple we did not have. So, what did we do? We went into those as well. They were nice, but not as nice as the time I was having. I enjoyed it just because I was beside her the whole time. That’s what made it special. After we looked around, we sat in the food court waiting for “St. Vincent,” the movie we decided to see, to start. I was a Bill Murray fan, so I knew I’d enjoy it. She knew who he was, but it was the first time she would see one of his movies. It was definitely a good movie and a perfect role for Bill Murray, but one has to see “St. Vincent” to know why it’s titled that. After it was over, we made our way back to the hotel where, and I’m not going to lie, I had thoughts of using what God had given me for an evening of blissful wonder. One look at her though as she removed the outer layer of her clothing, I knew she was not ready. I was okay with that. Really, I was. She climbed into bed first. I was hesitant. I looked at her and asked if I could join her and she answered with one word; “Yes.” I was happy about that. I took my jeans and shirt off and joined her. As soon as I did, it happened. At first, I was not going to say anything. I knew, however, that if I kept quiet, I would be wrong. So, with a slight hesitation in my voice, I spoke. “I want you to know something, I’m ready. I’ve been aroused the whole time I’ve been beside you.” “I figured,” she answered and smiled slyly. “It actually started when I held your hand in the mall.” She giggled. I liked her giggle. I liked her sly smile. Hell, I liked everything about her. I touched her arm, looked her in the eyes, and said, “But I know you are uncomfortable and I understand. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want too. But I just want you to see,” and as I said that, she smiled and nodded. I slid out of bed slowly and stood. I took off my boxers with my back to her. I turned around slowly, my cock rock hard, and let her bursa escort bayan look. I watched her expression and she was giddily smiling. I took that as a good sign. I knew she understood from where I was coming. Furthermore, I knew where she stood on the issue. After she observed what she did to me, I said, “Well, that’s it. I know it isn’t much, but I wanted you to see. I’ll sleep with my boxers on,” and I slipped them back on and got back in bed. It was an awkward moment and we both knew it would be best to sleep, so I cut off the television. However, I forgot one thing. I forgot the light. She giggled and said, “You might want to get the light.” I laughed and said, “Yeah, that might be a good idea.” I got up once again to turn the light off and then found myself beside her, this time, in total darkness. Before we knew it, we were both out like a light. I was not sure about her, but it sure felt right being beside her. It was a night I was never going to forget. Little did I know, it was going to be an even better morning. Rays of the sun passed through the cracks of the curtain and illuminated the hotel room slightly, awaking me, and allowing me to look at her face turned my direction. She was still sleeping soundly, or so I thought. I inched closer to her and wrapped my arm around her. She opened her eyes and smiled. I smiled back. “I’m sorry sweetie. I didn’t mean to wake you,” I said. “You didn’t. I was awake.” “Well, you don’t have to get up, but I need to get some breakfast.” She knew why. We already discussed it. “Do you want me to bring you something back?” I asked and she shook her head no. I brought back a waffle and washed it down with a cup of coffee. I was just about through eating when she got up and started the shower. I did not say anything about going with her, even though I told her days before that if there was one thing I wanted to do, it was to take a shower with her. She obviously remembered. As I tossed my plate into the trash, she came out of the bathroom and said, “I’m going to shower, you can join me if you like.” She did not have to tell me twice. I waited for her to get in then made my way. I removed my boxers and it landed beside her shirt and panties and I said, “Okay, I’m coming in.” There was a slight hesitation in her voice before she answered, “Okay.” I pulled the shower curtain aside slowly and stepped into the hot mist falling over her naked body. With her arms folded in front covering her breasts, she gave me that shy smile as I stood taking in the nervous moment. Slowly, she let her arms down, still with that shy sly smile showing. She was absolutely beautiful. I could not remember the last time I had seen something more sensual and gorgeous. The water drizzling down her hot pale skin as it dripped from her dark hair onto her body made her even lovelier. It was a moment I would cherish forever. Of course, the effect on me was immediate. She noticed, but did not say anything. How could she not notice me having risen instantly? However, the civility of the moment entered when she asked for her shampoo and, just as quickly as I had grown, I subsided to my normal state. I watched as she lathered her hair. Suds fell from each strand onto her shoulders and ran down her body. While she continued to let the shampoo cleanse her mane, I lathered the washcloth with her body wash. After she had rinsed her hair, I asked, “May I wash you?” Again, she smiled and said through closed lips, “Mmhm.” Slowly, I ran the washcloth over her shoulder, trailed it over her chest escort bursa where her breasts sloped down, and to her other shoulder. From there, I glided down her side across her stomach to the other side and up where I stopped at her right breast. Before I went any further, I looked at her and asked, “Can I?” A simple, “Yes,” came from her lips, but I could hear the nervousness in her tone. I could tell though she knew I would be gentle. Slowly, I cupped her breast with the washcloth and massaged over it then under, lifting its slight heaviness gently. I felt her soft nipple through the washcloth as I moved back over it again then made my way to her left one and did the same. I did not feel it would be right to go lower, so I told her to turn around so I could do her back. When I was done, she turned back around and I asked, “Is that good?” She answered with, “Uh huh,” and I passed the washcloth to her. She took it and began running it over my chest. It felt wonderful to have her hands on me, even if it was through a wet sudsy cloth. Her small hands on my body felt wonderful. I could tell when she went lower down my stomach, she was a little hesitant as she almost touched my manhood. I almost told her to go ahead, but did not want to push it. I wanted her to be comfortable. After she washed my back, we took turns rinsing off and then grabbed towels. I stepped out first and dried off and headed back into the room. I shivered as the cold air hit me and as she stepped into the room, I looked at her and said, “I’ve got to get back in the bed a few minutes to warm up.” She joined me and I grabbed her hand and held it and said, “Thank you.” She looked at me and said, “You’re welcome.” We held hands while, not saying anything. It was a special moment for both of us. I hoped that she had the same warm feeling I had. Then the silence was broken by the tender tone of her voice. “Do you wanna?” she asked as she turned her head and looked at me. I know I looked at her with a stunned look. Finally, words came to my mouth, “Are you sure?” “I think we need to so we can get rid of the awkwardness,” she said. “You do have them, right?” “Yes sweetie, I do. If you’re ready, I’m ready.” I answered and slipped out of bed to go to my bag to get the condoms. When I made my way back to the bed, I was already hard and she was slipping her panties off. I lied on the bed beside her and tore the condom wrapper open and began to slip it on, but stopped and asked, “Did you want to do it?” She smiled and said, “No, you go ahead.” The condom fit perfectly over my erection and when I was ready, I awkwardly positioned my body, nervously getting tangled in the sheets, between her open legs. I looked down at her and I knew she was nervous. I could see it on her face. I felt the warmth of her tender womanhood on the tip of my hardness as it lingered near her opening. I knew I was close to entering, but wanted to make sure so I glanced down and saw how her pussy was slightly open. Her labia was a bright pink and quite moist. I reached down and positioned my cock and asked, “Am I there?” Before she could answer, I felt the tip of my cock enter her warm dampness and I answered my own question with, “Oh yeah, I’m there,” and her vagina drew me inside on its own. She sighed heavily as I sank all the way inside her. Her warm wetness gripped me with a gentle touch as I began to slide in and out, feeling her hot well lubricated walls against my hard ridges. I looked down at her as I slowly lifted and landed on her soft body she invited me into. She was absolutely beautiful under me. Her body glowed and her face let me know its satisfaction. Suddenly though, after only about five minutes, the moment hit me. I felt somewhat ashamed. I actually tried to hold it off and slowed my thrusts a little.

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