Chapter 1

STORY 1-online lovers

Emily opened the door and invited him into her hotel room. Emily and Jerome had been chat pals and phone lovers for over a year. Today they finally met. He was handsome in an adorable way, well-built and nicely . She was pleasant-looking, one you would particularly notice on the street. He walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

After a momentary nervous pause, he took the step closer to her and kissed her. Her eyes closed and she lost herself in his feel and smell. Emily had driven across the country to meet him, to be with him. Now she was.

They stood together kissing, holding each other, learning the feel of skin and curves. Soft and hard molded together, hands searched and found, hearts beat together. When the kiss ended, they were reluctant to part. He looked down at her, her sweet face, and was glad they were meeting.

Jerome wasn't sure what he had expected. Perhaps a wilder-looking woman, one who would fulfill his fantasies. Emily looked like an older Donna Reed, every inch a lady. He would have to rein in his dreams and be content to spend an afternoon kissing and cuddling, which was all they had planned for today anyway.

They stood together, nearly behind the door, holding and kissing. He found her lips deliciously soft and moist. She lost herself in his kiss, feeling her entire being sinking into the now of being in Jerome's arms. Long minutes passed. Jerome looked up and saw the comfy couch, a little sitting area, just behind them. He walked Emily over to the couch, sitting down and pulling her close. She leaned against him, already feeling bereft of his mouth on hers.

They continued kissing, Bodies together, her full breasts pressed to his chest, his hand moving slowly up and down her back.

He was still dressed from the office in a dark suit, light blue shirt and somber tie. He slipped off his polished loafers as they kissed, wishing he didn't have so many layers of clothing between them. Emily was dressed in jeans and a light blouse, her bare feet small and pretty, her tiny toenails polished a bright pink.

They would occasionally stop kissing to say something, ask something. But their lips kept returning, the need to taste each other was overwhelming. Her hair was short and soft, and Jerome ran his hands through it, loving the feel. Her eyes were a dark brown, deep and gentle, "bedroom eyes" they were called. Sometimes, they would stop kissing long enough to look into each other's eyes, smiling and pleased to be together.

Jerome stretched out on the couch, taking Emily with him. Now she was atop him, her bare feet barely reaching his knees as they continued kissing and their hips began a dance of need. Her soft breasts were squashed between them, her hard nipples indenting his chest, even through his clothing.

Finally, Emily pulled back and invited him to get comfortable. She scurried to the end of the couch and smiled as he removed his jacket and tie. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a patch of curly reddish-brown hair. She watched, licking her lips, as he rolled up his shirt sleeves, again exposing skin covered with fine copper hair.

Jerome returned to the couch, smiling as Emily unabashedly scooted down to him, her mouth already seizing his. God, she could kiss! Her mouth molded to his, her tongue explored every bit of his lips and mouth. He felt her softly entering him, then shyly pulling back, only to probe deeply again.

She licked his lips, tracing them, softly teasing the corners, making him moan slightly. He wasn't sure if an afternoon of kissing would be possible. He was already erect and dripping, wanting her badly.

Emily, again, was the one to pull back. "I think we might be more comfortable on the bed, it is roomier and there are lots of pillows. Would you care to join me?"