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The Explosion

By: robertreams



It is grey and chilly this Sunday morning in Midfield, Wisconsin, but the Hunter Family has planned a picnic for that day, a final sendoff before the onset of Northern Winter, and so a picnic there will be. Because of the autumnal nature of the endeavor, the family will forsake its normal spot on the north beach and picnic at the south end of the beach, where, during summer, there are carousels and concession stands. This end of the beach also has picnic tables and burners and bathrooms, all helpful in the chill air.

Mass has been attended and each family member is doing his or her share to prepare for the outing.

The night before, mom has fried chicken the old-fashioned way and also crispy pork chops, then created gravy from the drippings of both. This morning she is layering the two in the family's huge roasting pan, pouring gravy over both and adding potatoes and onions and carrots. This ambrosiatic mixture will simmer over the charcoal burner at the beach, wafting hunger-pain inducing fumes over the area for several hours. The final product, when finally imbibed will produce greasy fingers and greasy smiles throughout the family.

Ernie struggles up from the basement with a large stout wicker basket in which he will collect every sort of ball the family owns.

Lee is on the phone to her latest beau, exchanging the latest gossip and explaining why she will not be available until late evening.

Les is grouching in the corner, mumbling to no one about the unfairness of his having to go with the family instead of "out with the guys".

Jeff sits quietly in the nook in the kitchen, reading Phillip Jose Farmer's "The Lovers". To any other child, everyone would be saying that the book is too advanced, too adult for a twelve-year-old. If anyone had presumed to tell Jeff what to read, he would most probably have read the book faster, finishing before anyone could take action.

Dad, having already accomplished the most important task of packing the cooler with ice, soft drinks and PBR, is now struggling out to the front stoop with the giant inner tube he has procured for the family by winning a bet with his best friend Mickey over a bout on the Friday Night Fights. A bet dad never loses because Mickey does not own a TV. Mickey never knows that every week one of the fights is a replay dad has already seen on Wednesday night. The inner tube is taller than dad's head and a diffused rubber red, purportedly a tube from the landing gear of a C-130.

Ernie, finished rounding up the balls, comes down the stairs wearing a t-shirt and his swimming suit. Although she is in the next room, mom somehow senses his attire and calls out to him: "Ernie, go upstairs and put a sweat shirt and some long pants on.

"Whadya mean?" Ernie says. "I thought we were going to the beach."

Les laughs harshly. "It's October ya stupid little jerk!"

"Ma-ah", Ernie starts.

"Never mind. Les cut it out, quit picking on your brother!"

"Ernie, listen to me," mom says. "We are going to the south beach, the picnic area to have a picnic. Not to 'the rocks' where we usually go, because it is too cold to swim and because it is October and it won't be as crowded as usual. Now please go upstairs and change into long pants and a sweatshirt."

Ernie, shoulders sagging and head down, clumps up the stairs muttering, "But I thought we was going swimming. I want ta go swimmin."

"Were going," mom yells up the stairs, "not 'was going'. Now where the heck is Jeff?"

"Jeff? Jeff? Where the heck are you?" Looking around for a few minutes she finds Jeff hunched up with his book in the corner of the breakfast nook. Shaking his shoulder and grinning broadly because, underneath, she is pleased with his love of books she says: "Yoo, Hoo wake uh-up, is there anybody in there?"

"Just a sec mom, gotta finish this chapter."

"No not just a second, now. I have already called the cab."

"Oka-ay", dad's loud voice booms from the front of the house. " Let's go-o! The cab is here."

Jeff bounds off and heads toward the stairs, yelling back over his shoulder, "Be right down, gotta get a book"

Les slouches out of the kitchen. "Ya already got a book, numbskull. It's in your hand."

"Yeah but I don't wanna finish this one yet, so I want to start another?"

Dad's voice booms again, really loud this time. "Cab's here!" Adrift on a river of cacophony and confusion, the family flows toward the front porch, sweeping baskets and balls and coolers and roasting pans and one huge red inner tube toward the waiting yellow cab. Harvey, our usual driver for Sundays, sits patiently waiting, having weathered this flood many times. 

The Hunter family does not own a car. They are 'too poor', though they seem to be able to afford many cab fares. (Thirty years later, at an ALANON meeting, Jeff will discover the true reason his family went carless all those years was probably because his dad never wanted to drive under the influence, a state he was usually in if not working or going to church.) Finally the big red inner tube is squeezed into the voluminous trunk of the old, square "Checker". The Hunter Family is off to a day's adventure at the "South Beach".

During the short drive to the beach, Ernie is constantly muttering under his breath, "I still don't see why we can't go swimming. Why are we taking the tube if we ain't goin swimmin'?" "Aren't," Mom corrects automatically. Dad is morose and mom is trying to be light and gay. Ernie is griping to himself and Lee reaches to the tiny device beneath her bra and turns everyone off, peering soundlessly out the window. If she wishes to 'hear' one of us she will turn toward us and read our lips. Jeff is of course reading, this time an Azimov "robot story".

Unloading all the gear is accomplished laboriously but quickly and, as if by magic, the table is set up with red checkered cloth, mom is reading the Sunday papers, and dad is tending the simmering 'ambrosia', ice cold Pabst Blue Ribbon in hand.

Duane says, I'm goin' for a walk and trots off down the beach. Lee sits absorbed in her own thoughts.

"Hey Jeff, Ernie chirps, "wanna go hunt for crayfish? Huh? Do ya? Jeff? JEFF?" 

"Huh? Wha? Oh. Oh sure Ernie", Jeff finally replies, putting aside a tale about his favorite woman, Susan Calvin. Other than her, of course. Her being sweet Constance Brennan of the sixth grade, with the million freckles tracing a trail above her knees, beyond which Jeff's eyes dare not wander nor imagination leap.

Life, emerging adolescence, troubles of all sorts, even Ernie's swimming, fade out of existence for several hours as the two boys, trouser legs rolled up, prance around, turning over seaweed-covered rocks, then racing slipperily after the backward-skittering creatures. The two boys capture many, grasping them carefully behind their pincers. After inducing the tiny crustaceans to crush small objects in their strong claws, all are released to scurry back under their rocks. It is a time for brothers. A time of sweet, unspoken and unspeakable intimacy. A time out of time and for all time. The small, thoughtless physical contacts, the painless punches and smiling shoves, will soon be forever washed away by the onrush of manhood, duty, responsibility. But for now the two boys move as one, unguided and uncontrolled.

Sooner or later, though, it had to come. "Hey, Jeff."

"What Ernie?"

"How come I can't go swimmin', huh?"

"You don't have a suit!"

"Hah! Gotcha there! See," pulling down the band of his Levis to reveal the suit concealed beneath.

"Better not let dad see that."

"Well, why not. Jeez"

"You know dad. When he says no, that's it. Besides. He. He . . ."

"He what?"

"Never mind."

"No. What? He what?"

"He's probably had about a six-pack by now."

"Well, so what, he always has a six-pack or so?"

"Look. Haven't you figured it out by now? If he hasn't had any, don't ask for anything. If he has had two or three you can ask for almost anything. But if it's more than three, or if that little brown bottle has come out of hiding, then you just stay away. I call it 'beer gauging'.

"Wow! Damn you're smart. How come I never figured that out?"

"Well, uh, I guess I have had a few more years to figure it out, that's all!"

"Huh. Hmm. I'll try to remember that. That's damn smart. You figure that out all by yourself?"

Jeff rolls his eyes toward the picnic area. "Naw. I had plenty of help"

The two boys giggle and push and roll around in the sand for a bit, not really wrestling, but faking it.

Back at the picnic area, all is about the same. Lee has wandered off somewhere. Les, a thin cord running from the tiny Japanese transistor radio in his jean pocket to his ear, has his eyes closed, his hips and feet move to some rock and roll number, probably Buddy Holly.

There is one big difference. A large loud family of a dozen or so members has moved into the adjoining area and has pushed three tables together spread with tablecloths and food of all varieties. They are loud and raucous and obviously having a great time. Five or six children are running around playing some variation of 'tag'. A few adults are playing cards. A small radio is playing not too loudly and a small dog is yapping and prancing around on its hind legs.

Jeff glances over at his dad. The little brown bottle is not in evidence, but then, others are around, so if it is present, it is well concealed. "Hmm, better be cautious anyway", he subconsciously muses.

"Hey! I know! Let's roll the tube down the hill. We can take turns. One of us can roll it from the top and see how far it can go. The other can stay at the bottom and catch it! Huh? Wanna?"

"Sure, okay Ernie, sounds like fun. Jeff would rather escape to the safety of his sci-fi, but is reluctant to leave Ernie alone. The game is soon afoot and proves to be great fun, if somewhat difficult. Ernie's small hands can push only from the side. Jeff himself can reach the top of the huge red donut only with difficulty. The boys play the new game dozens of times, becoming more and more proficient in its propulsion. The giant rubber tube rolls a very long way if propelled properly, then jiggles and wobbles, rolls imperfectly, then finally flops over on its side. One huge drawback to the game is lugging the mass back up the hill.

"Let's both push it together as hard as we can and see if we can roll it all the way to the water," Jeff suggests.

"Cool," Ernie replies.

They begin back about fifteen feet from the downward slope and are running before they release the red giant. It swoops gratifyingly down the hill, gathering speed with each rotation, hits a bump, veers, but does not lose speed. 

"Uh oh." Ernie says. Jeff's mouth opens, lips spread. The monster tube is racing straight for the end of the other family's table! 

"Oh my gosh. Look!" Ernie's index finger is stretched out. Both boys see disaster in the making and begin running. They know they are too late but run anyway. Pantingly, desperately, they race. Both boys have seen that a long, adjustable hot dog fork juts from the end of the table, its tarnished tines clearly visible against the red and white checkered tablecloth, directly in the path of the onrushing juggernaut. It is a desperate and hopeless effort and each boy is about ten feet behind the giant red tube as it strikes the fork. Both boys are blown off their feet. Hotdogs and catsup and picallily, potato salad and beans and jello, chips, kool-aid pitchers and pop cans, napkins and plastic forks and paper plates, and even the red checkered cloth itself; are blown into the air.

Everyone begins screaming except Lee, whose back is turned. A fat woman at the other end of the table is plopped on her backside, arms akimbo. A rain of mixed goop is pouring down on everyone's head as dad approaches. Little Ernie is crying at the destruction of the one thing (in his child's immediate eye) that made our family special. No more Red Monster! It was unthinkable!

Dad immediately begins screaming at the top of his very able voice. Because strangers are present, obscenities are censored, but not insults. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid Kids! That's what you get! I knew I shouldn't have let you do that with the tube. Now! See! No more tube! And you, Jeffery, you should have known better!"

To Jeff's amazement, Ernie leaps to his feet, crying, but facing right into the old man. "You see? You see? If ya would'a let me go swimmin' like I wanted it wouldn't a happened. It'd be out there in the water instead a blown up! See? See?"

Dad's face looks for a moment as if it has been punched, but he quickly recovers. "So Swimming is that important is it? Swimming will solve everything, won't it? "Les! Les! Where's Les?" Scanning the horizon he spots Les trying to sneak away. Les. Come over here!'

Les slouches over in his slow, 'I'm a teenager' ramble.

"Take your little brother down to the water and throw him in. Stand by the shore and every time he tries to come in, throw him in again. I will let you know when you can let him out." Turning to Ernie. There! How's that for swiming?"

Les marches over and grabs Ernie's puny arm, but Ernie snatches it away. "I'm comin. Don't touch! With a wry grin he slips off his jeans to display the swimming trunks he has worn all day and marches toward the shore.

Mom is pleading, "Bob. Bob. Please?"

Dad turns and gives her one of those looks. She turns away but goes down to hover near the shore, watching her youngest like a momma hawk.

Jeff is crying, sobbing out loud from fear and anger and frustration. His dad turns to him. "And you! You will go immediately to this family here and apologize to them all and you will clean up all the mess you have made."

Jeff's weeping does not cease as he makes the rounds. The other family, whom Jeff finds out is called Caparelli, are Italians from the West side. The entire family is hugely embarrassed and rushes to help Jeff clean up the mess. 

In about fifteen minutes, after Less has tossed Ernie back in for the second time, Mrs. Caparelli, a jolly rotund woman about mom's age siddles over and whispers to Jeff. "It's okay. It's not you fault. But you be all right. Just Don't make your pappa mad. You be okay. Sorry about your toy. Uh. The big tube thing."

Jeff's anger has stopped its flow of tears and has formed hot, hard knots in his belly and jaw.

He watches Ernie as he helps clean up. But Ernie does not cry. Not Ernie. He just keeps getting thrown in. Over and over. "Poor Les," Jeff thinks, happy for once that he is such a shrimp, such a wimp, that dad never thought of making him do it. Would he have refused? Dad? Probably not. 

Jeff scurries quietly away to hide in his book, glancing up every now and then to check on Ernie's progress. By the end of forty minutes or so, (Jeff can time it by his reading speed), poor Ernie's tiny frame is blue and pimpled with chill. "If it goes on much longer I'll do something. I really will," Jeff tells himself, hoping it is not a lie, hoping he will not be tested in that way.

Finally Dad signals for Ernie's release and Les brings him over. Lee has been gone who knows where. Mom rushes over and envelopes Ernie in one of the family's enormous beach towels.

Suddenly Jeff feels a wave of anger rush over him. Out of Control he rushes over and begins yelling at Ernie. "Stupid. You stupid! You always hafta ruin everything. You and your stupid swimming! The whole damn day ruined! Ooh! You are too stupid to be my brother."

He stomps away down the beach, hating his little brother for what he has caused. Hating himself for hating Ernie. Hating Les for being mean to Ernie. Hating Lee for being able to shut it all off. And hating mom for not doing something. And hating himself for not being big. For not being strong. Tears are once again streaming down his face. His shoulders heave with racking sobs.

All at once he feels a presence and looks up. Lee is walking beside him. She stretches out her arm. "Okay, Champ" she asks before laying it across his shoulders. (she has called him 'champ' ever since his abortive involvement with CYO boxing. He nods, unable to speak. They walk on for some way in silence. After a time Lee speaks. "You musn't hate him, you know, he's very sick."

"Ernie? Is Ernie sick?" he says with some alarm. Lee laughs softly. "You certainly don't hate Ernie," she says. "Dad, I meant. You mustn't hate dad. You must try not to let it ruin you. His illness. You hafta understand that Dad hads a real sickness. I learned about it at school. Once you get as far along as dad is with the alcohol, then you can't help yourself. There is no cure. The only thing that wil work is to stop drinking forever. I don't see dad doing that.

So what you need to do is to not let Dad's sickness make you do the wrong thing. You need to go to Ernie. You need to tell him you don't blame him for what happened. You need to support him and tell im you care at a time like this,after he had just been so abused, he really looks up to you.

You are blaming all the wrong people. We all have our way of dealing with it. Mom is like you, she reads and hides in magazines and books. Les turns his music up. I turn my hearing aid off. And Jimmy had already left the family. Ernie. Now Ernie. Ah he is the defiant one. maybe it is just how he is. Or maybe he hasn't learned his particular way of coping yet. He is only nine.

You let dad's illness make you blow up at Ernie, At Les, at everybody but dad. Now go get your brother and be nice to him. You know, in a way, what he did was very brave.

Jeff paused for a minute. it was a lot for a twelve year old to absorb. He glanced up at Lee in admiration.

"Go on, Champ," she says.

Jeff turns and runs down the beach after his little brother. "Hey! Hey Ernie! Wait up!"

The Explosion Continues



She is headed to Canada, worn out from the amazing night before. Her head is still spinning, having just hung up the phone from his amazing voice. The drive was long, she decided to stop in Mauston, WI at about 4 that afternoon to rest. She just could not go any further.

She got a motel room and immediately undressed and fell asleep. After sleeping a few hours she awoke, made a couple calls to check in with her family and the friend in Canada and then went back to sleep. She slept awhile longer and got up about 10pm, she decided she was not going to go to Canada that she would just head home the next day, maybe take a few days to herself before she made it home. She went back to sleep and slept the rest of the night, waking up at 10:30 the next morning, just enough time to shower, pack and check out. 

She headed towards home, every intention of going home down through Illinois stop somewhere along the way and then go the rest of the way. She called his cell phone and left a message, letting him know Canada was out and that she would be headed home instead. After going through Chicago the thought hit her to go to him. She wasn't sure what to do. She hit Gary, IN and knew that one would take her home, the other would take her to OH. Something told her to go, take the route to OH, let fate lead. So she did.

She hit the other side of Indianapolis, and as she approached the sign that said Columbus 169 miles, her phone went off with a message from him. Fate involved again. He had sent, "Where are you?" She sent, "It doesn't matter." They bantered back and forth a bit, and as she was crossing into OH, he sent, "If you are coming here, let me know." 

How does this fate thing continue to work with them. She tells him that she is headed there, will stop in Dayton, if he wants her to come all the way to tell her. He says it is her decision. This goes back and forth a few times and then she realizes he is not saying no. She sends, "Fate says yes, I will be there in the morning."

He tells her where to get a motel and to call the cell when she knows where she is staying. She says she will and the line is disconnected. 

She stays at a motel in Dayton, anxious about the next day, she doesn't sleep very well. She is up and out of there by 5am, not realizing she will not be able to get in a room for a few hours. As she gets closer to her destination she becomes nervous, knowing that she is getting closer and closer to him. She finds a decent exit and gets off the highway, the thought is if she goes cheap on the motel that she can stay a few extra days if he wants her to. 

She finds a motel that will do, finds out it will be a few hours so she goes to McDonalds and waits. She starts to write about their first experience. Not knowing why but feeling it needs to be put to paper, to be shared. She is writing it for him, so that he will know her full view of what occurred.

She gets quite a bit of it down and then realizes it is probably time that she could check in. She leaves and heads back to the motel. They tell her it will be about 30 minutes or so. She waits in the van. The clerk comes out and lets her know it is ready and her phone rings. It is him, asking about the arrangements, if she is settled in. She says that she is just headed up to the room. He tells her that she has about 30 minutes and he will be there. Her heart skips a beat and she becomes wet at the thought of him being near her again. She acts calm and says ok. 

She rushes to prepare for him, and watches out the window awaiting his arrival. She sees his car drive through the parking lot and gets more anxious. He knocks on the door, she stands behind it and opens it for him. As he comes in she remains back just a bit, closing the door behind him. He sits on the bed, she teases with him and pushes him back, laying on top of him. She kisses him a few times and can tell that there is something on his mind. He finally says that he needs to talk to her about something.

She moves off of him and he goes and sits in a chair by the door, she sits down on the bed. He tells her that he wants her to know that the feelings he felt for her were pure lust and only lust. Lust for her sexual openness, her body but that was all it was just lust. She says ok. He is taken aback by her response, he thought she would give an argument, put up more fight. She says, so as long as I keep this sexual we can do this for the next 20 years, he says yes. She reassures him that she is not going into this blindly. That she knows where the boundaries are. She is not nor would she ever ask him for a commitment. He says ok.

He then asks about Canada and why she did not go all the way there. She says that she realized financially it was going to be more than she thought, that physically she just couldn't see herself making it there and back so she decided that she was not going to go up. He asks if he had anything to do with the decision and she says very, very little. He says ok, that he just needed to get those things straight.

He moves to her and they start to undress. He takes off a second t-shirt and tells her that he brought it for her to have. She smiles and can't believe that he remembered. He lays her back on the bed. Their bodies once again entertwined with each other. He kisses her passionately on the lips, caresses her large breasts and sensual nipples. Sucks it into his mouth, mmmm what a beautiful nipple, how very succulent. He slides up between her legs and whispers, "Do you want me from the front or the back?" She wants him in her ass. She knows now what it feels like and wants to experience it again. 

He obliges her, will give her anything she wants physically. She rolls over and he lubricates his finger, sliding it in. She moans from delight. He moves it in and out of her, she continues to moan. He takes her toy and slides it in, she lets out a scream, lifts up and pushes back to him. Oh my god this is more amazing than the first time. He moves the toy in and out, her hand finds its way to her clit and she begins to rub it. She has lost all control, the feeling of him moving the toy in her ass and her hand rubbing very hard on her clit is almost to much to handle. 

Then all of a sudden he stops, and walks away from the bed. She doesn't understand why, but she doesn't care she continues to rub her clit. He comes back over and watches her for a minute and then moves her to where she is laying on her back. He mounts her and slides his cock in her, moving in and out their bodies again becoming one. She reaches up and grabs the corners of the pillow, one of her trademark moves, one that drives him crazy, he loves to watch her do this.

He moves faster, in and out of her, loving the feel of her hot, wet pussy around his cock. She can tell that he is about to explode inside her and she welcomes it. Gripping his biceps and squeezing with all her might. She can feel the explosion as he shoots inside her. Their juices mixing together. He looks her in the eye, gives her a kiss and lets her know that he must go.

While he dresses they discuss her staying there for the week. He tells her she has picked the worst week possible. He has all his reports due at work and will probably not be able to get away at all at least Monday or Tuesday. She says she is willing to take that chance. He says he would feel bad if she stayed and he couldn't get away. He says that he will call her in the morning on his way to work. He kisses her quickly and heads for the door. She asks for another kiss and he tells her he has to go. He opens the door and walks out, shutting it behind him. 

She is left in a whirlwind, which she is finding to be very typical where he is concerned. She is not at all amused by his ability to decide to go and just go. It drives her insane. She sits and thinks about all that has happened. Uncertain of what to do. She decides that since he is not able to spend time with her there really is no point of her staying, so she packs and leaves.

She calls and leaves him a message that she has decided to go. She drives home getting there very late. The next morning she hears her cell phone go off, it is him. He left a message, "Hi, it's me. I understand that you have left the motel and are headed back to Kentucky. I'm calling at 6 um 25am my time. I'll talk to you later." She can hear the disappointment in his voice, although he is trying to hide it by sounding casual. She calls him back immediately from her cell letting him know that she is already home. He calls her back on her home phone. 

He asks her when she left and she says within two hours of him leaving the motel. She figured there was no point in staying, so she came home. She can still hear the disappointment in his voice and is ecstatic. It is confirmed then that he lied about only feeling lust for her, as she already knew. They talk for a few more minutes and the line is disconnected.



The Explosive Interlude



She was a middle-aged woman, over weight, shy and lonely. If she let the truth be told, she was horny as well. The loneliness/horniness got her started dabbling with cyber sex. She had been cybering for about 2 months. She found it to be very empowering. She didn't have to be beautiful or appealing, just able to express her hidden desires in an erotic way. It came to her like second nature she was amazed how easy it was for her to type the things she wanted to do. And how willing men were to respond to her.

She originally started chatting at a different site and had come across a lot of different types of men. Some she blocked immediately, others that were just a one time chat and a very few that she talked to regularly. She talked not only about sex but about personal things as well.

She had been brought to Lit by one of her "regulars" for a little game he wanted to play with her. She immediately liked the site and became a frequent visitor. She would log in, be very quiet and scroll through the names, looking for one that peaked her interest. When she came across such a name she would read the profile, if still interested she would PM them and wait for a response.

That is exactly what she was doing when she found him. His name was very sweet, his profile very intriguing so she PM'd him and waited. It didn't take long for him to respond, she liked that it let her know that he pays attention. Their conversation started casually, small chit chat, sharing basic info. She is 38/f/ky divorced, he is 49/m/oh married. He apologized about the divorce and she told him there was no need, she was very glad about it. It had been very freeing for her. She felt very comfortable talking to him so she began to share more about herself. About the marriage and it's problems, her children, she has 4 teens, her abortion. That is a big step for her to share that and he was gentle and very understanding about it. He shared with her as well. They talked personally for quite a while with occasional hints of sexual innuendos, very small hints. She liked him he was very intriguing and he didn't seem to be hung up on what she looked like, as a matter of fact he never asked.

The conversation started to turn more sexual; he was feeling her out seeing what her boundaries were. They talked about phone sex and she let him know that she really enjoyed it. One of her turn-ons is to hear men speak. She called herself a connoisseur of male voices. This sparked his interest and put the thought of them talking live in his head, (as if it wasn't already there). She asked him to describe his voice and he said that he really didn't know how to but he would love for her to hear it. She had already entertained the idea herself. He said that he would give her his number and she could call him. She told him that she would give him hers. He said it was only fair they exchanged numbers and that he would like to send her a picture as well. She gave him the email address and he sent it. She told him that he looked familiar to her. 

She decided to send him a picture as well, not something she did lightly but, there was something about him that drew her in made her want to share with him. He opened her picture and said that she had a beautiful face and he loved her eyes. He felt the same familiarness that she had, like they had met before. With that she gave him her phone number and he called her.

With the word hello from him she was hooked. She told him that she loved his voice; that he has a voice she can fall into. He wasn't quite sure what she meant. She explained that when he speaks she feels completely surrounded by him, by his voice, his tone, his words. It is very erotic goes straight to the core of her being. He loves that he is having this effect on her. He tells her that he likes her voice as well, it is Midwestern with an underlying hint of southern, very sexy.

He said the word pussy and she melted instantly, wet from the way he pronounced it. She let out a quiet but noticeable moan of delight. Must get him to say this word again, she thought. What an affect it had on her body.

They ended up talking all night, discussing anything and everything. There seemed to be no bounds. They talked about what wording she was comfortable with. He definitely knew the word pussy was good. Every time he said it she softly moaned. He liked that, liked that his voice had such an open, pleasant, erotic affect on her. They teased about meeting. He said he had a trip coming up that would be fairly close to her and she could drive up to see him. Both laughing about it, but underneath both considering it seriously. Neither could put their finger on it but some how they knew this was different.

As their conversation started to come to an end she told him that he could call her whenever he wanted, even three in the morning, this appealed to him. He told her he would be traveling home that day and he would like to call her while he was enroute. She said that would be fine, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. They said their good-byes and the line is disconnected.

It was hard for her to get through the day, not only from lack of sleep. Although that was a small part of it, but mostly from the excitement of hearing his voice again. It had penetrated her. She called his cell number out of curiosity. She ended up in the VM but didn't leave a message. He called her back, which surprised her. He said that he had been in a meeting and saw it was her so he excused himself so he could return her call. Truth be told her voice had penetrated him as well. He told her that they would talk while he was waiting for his flight. The line is disconnected.

She rushed home after work not wanting to miss his call. Just as she pulled in the driveway he was calling. They spent the next couple of hours engrossed in each other. The comfort between them was amazing. They talked about the each others picture and the fact that it felt like they knew each other from somewhere. They can't put their finger on it but know it is there somewhere in their past. 

He was sitting in an airport in MD, in an out of the way corner. They discussed any inhibitions either might have. She let him know that she would be open to try anything. He asked her about anal and she told him of her unpleasant experience with her ex-husband. But that she felt with the right person it would be wonderful. He thought to himself he would like to be the one she experience it with for the first time. He couldn't believe he was talking to her like this, not only having small talk with this amazing creature. But having phone sex with her as well. She was so erotic and uninhibited. He loved the sound of her breathing as he described what he wanted to do and with her. The sound of her gentle moaning man what a turn on.

They discussed her upcoming trip to Canada to meet someone from online. He knew then that the possibility of them meeting for real was even greater. After all she was willing to drive 2300 miles to meet someone what would 450 be. And he knew that he must meet her, must at least experience her sexually once. There was something about her, that he just had to make love to her for real. What he didn't know was that she felt the same way. 

It finally was time for his flight. He let her know it would probably be Tuesday evening before she would hear his voice again. It was hard to call on the weekends, he would be traveling again on Tuesday, hoping to entice her to meet him. 

She jokingly told him that he would not be able to wait that long he would be online or call her later that night. That he would be laying there awake at 3am thinking about what she said, "call me anytime even 3 in the morning", and he would be drawn to her. Either online or by phone. He gave her a smartassed laugh, but he knew it was true and he knew he would have to fight the urge very hard. The both reluctantly ended the call. The line is disconnected.

She waited up that night hoping to hear from him somehow, but he was quiet. He lay in his bed battling the urge , the draw she had on him. He was able to beat it. They both lay in their separate worlds, sharing the same thoughts and remembering every second of the last 24 hours. Amazing what a difference a day can make.

He did call her a couple of times throughout the weekend. They discussed seriously their desire to meet and the possibility of her coming to him on Thursday. She said that she would check on Monday if she could get Friday off, if so then she would be there. He anxiously waited for the answer. He was experiencing butterflies now.

She phoned him Monday morning, wanting to tease him about the answer but she couldn't contain herself. She told him that she will be off on Friday and would be there Thursday night. They both couldn't believe it. In four more days they would be together, he told her it was fate. That fate had been carrying this whole thing so far. She had scoffed before when he mentioned this, but was now starting to wonder. He told her he would call her while he traveled on Tuesday. The line is disconnected.

They both had the same thought, they had only met four days ago and were now going to be meeting face to face. Were they crazy or just fulfilling fate? Either way there was no turning back.

They talked early Tuesday, very briefly. She knew he would be driving later that day and tried to reach him around 1:00 her time. Hoping to catch him while he was on the road. She got his VM but again didn't leave one, she rarely does. She called him again about 3:00 her time and was able to reach him. He said something about a message that she didn't understand and she didn't ask him to explain. She told him she hadn't gotten his message yet. He mentioned fate again and she still didn't get it. They chatted for a quick moment and then told her he would call her from the hotel later that night. The line is disconnected.

When she got back to work she listened to the message he was talking about. It told her to call him at about 3:00 her time. So that's what the comment was about, she had done this without even knowing. Oh my the fate thing playing another card. She was starting to believe it more and more. It seemed as if everything was falling into place.

He called her that night and they talked the majority of it. At first talking on the phone and online, then taking a 2 hour break. He called again at 3 and they finished out the night. The intimacy between them intensified, if that was possible. She told him that she was laying on her be naked playing with her clit. He talked to her while she continued. He told her how he would massage her. Rub her all over, gently caressing her, moving his hands to her nipples. Running his palms over them making them hard. He would slide his face down to her pussy (moan). Run his tongue over her opening, just barely touching it. Looking up into her eyes watching her reaction, feeling her body respond to him.

She lay there playing with herself, being absorbed and surrendering to his words. Then she hit the point of approaching ecstasy. He could tell she was starting to roll. He talked to her so gently, she closed her eyes and imagined him there touching her, doing all he said he would to her. She heard him ask if she was rolling, a term she had never heard before but she knew exactly what he meant. She moaned yes. She could not speak just listen and feel his words as they penetrated her, made her hotter and wetter. 

He talked about rolling her onto her stomach, rubbing her shoulders, back, thighs, calves, feet, toes and then when she couldn't take anymore her ass. Gently spreading her ass cheeks, sliding his finger into her pussy (moan). Getting his finger wet and then gently, slowly sliding into her ass. Going as far as she will let him. Being patient with her wanting this to be a wonderful experience for her. 

Once her ass is comfortable with the one finger he will slowly slide in a second, again slowly letting her become comfortable with it. And as she adjusts to that he will slowly exchange the two fingers for his dick inside her virgin ass. Filling her, letting her relax. Then moving it in and out slowly, wrapping his other hand under her thigh, playing with her clit.

She laid on her bed imagining all he was saying wanting him to be touching her in this way. She played with her clit and continued to roll. She knew that when he does this to her for the first time it will be wonderful. This is the most erotic experience of her life. Listening to his words, imagining his touch, she continued to roll. He tells her that after she is relaxed he starts to move in and out of her ass . That she instinctively pushes her hips back to him spreading her legs and opening wider for him.

Her breathing becomes heavier, more labored and he knows she is getting ready for the big climax. That she has been gently cumming for the last 15-20 minutes but she has finally built to "the" point. He continues to talk to her tell her how much he wants to be in her. Sucking her pussy (she moans), licking her pussy (moan), touching her pussy (moan), finger fucking her pussy (MOAN), pussy (MOAN), pussy (MOAN), my pussy (MOAN). He repeats pussy to her over and over. She moans louder and louder. Her breathing faster almost panting. PUSSY (YES), YOUR PUSSY (YES), MY PUSSY (YES), I WANT YOUR PUSSY (YES), IT IS MY PUSSY (YES), PUSSY (YES), PPPPUUUUSSSSYYYY (YYYYEEEESSSS). She feels it flowing , feels the explosion between her legs, feels all the blood rush to her head, feels herself border on blacking out. He continues to say the word PUSSY, she lets out the last of her moans along with releasing the last of her cum. She moans, yes, oh my yes. This is the strongest orgasm she has ever had. All she can think is if he can do this over the phone imagine what it really feels like in person.

It is now the wee hours of the morning, they have spent another amazing night together. He kisses her tells her goodnight. She begs for one more minute. He kisses her again. The line is disconnected.

The talk Wednesday. The excitement building for Thursday. They discuss her trying to get off early to get an earlier start. It is after all a 7 hour drive. He tells her that he wants her in bed early tonight to save her energy for the drive and their night of passion. He asks if she has any special requests, anything to drink, eat, toy, anything her heart desires. She says, "Peach Schnaupps, the rest is up to him." She wants him to surprise her. 

He tantalizes her imagination just enough. Tells her that he will let her take a shower when she gets there to freshen up from the road. There will be candlelight, alcohol and a special toy for her. After the shower they will sit on the couch and have a drink to relax both of them. He will massage her neck and shoulder, and the next move will be up to her. No pressure, she calls the shots. All she can think is "Damn, he is good." She can't wait. She does share with him her apprehension that he might be disappointed with her looks. He tells her no, he won't be. But she does not believe him, she thinks that he will be and then won't know what to do to get out of the situation. She will think about that and provide one for him. The rest of the conversation was fine tuning details, sweet words spoken. Then the good-byes. The line is disconnected.

Thursday morning she is filled with anticipation, tingling all over. She asks about leaving early and it is approved. She can not believe it is all falling into place. He keeps talking about fate and she is starting to believe it. She gets through the day, works her ass off to get everything done to be able to go. Her bags are already loaded in her van, there is one last minute errand with the kids and she will be on her way to him. He does not know of her early departure and she decides to toy with him a little. See what his true reaction is to her visit.

He calls her at about 6 her time to see how it is going. She tells him that she hasn't even left yet. There is a hint of disappointment in his voice, though he tried to cover it up. He asks what's going on. She says she got out of work late and it will be a while, about an hour before she will be able to leave. Again a hint of disappointment in his voice as he tries to sound understanding. And then starts to calculate her ETA, if you leave there in an hour you will be here in about 7 which would make it between 1 and 2. Disappointed hinted at again, "but we will still have 6 hours so that is good." She is very pleased with his reaction knowing that he is looking forward to it as much as she is. She decides to let him in on the joke and tells him that she left at about 3:30 her time and is making good time. She hears a sigh of relief from him. He doesn't want her to know how much he is looking forward to this. How much he is desiring and lusting for her. He tells her he is going to nap and he will check in on her later. The line is disconnected.

They talk several time throughout her trip. When she gets to the toll road (the last let of the journey), she decides to be facetious again. She calls him, tells him that she thinks she has messed up she hasn't gotten to the ticket booth yet, she thinks she made a wrong turn. He asks her if there is a highway sign, sounds of franticness in his voice. She is loving this she can tell he wants her so bad and this makes her pussy wet. She starts naming off towns that she sees on signs, tells him she doesn't see a highway sign. He still hasn't caught on. He says, "let me get my map." He is desperate to find her to guide her to him.

She says wait here is a highway sign. She reads it to him, letting him in on the joke. Again he sighs with relief, this time it is more noticeable, he loves her sense of humor but damn if she isn't trying to give him a heart attack. His body needs her. She knows that he wants her, that he can already feel her, taste her, smell her, his desire for her is growing stronger. She is still afraid he will be disappointed with her physical attributes and admits this to him. He tries to reassure her. She tells him that if he is not happy to let her know. She will go stay somewhere else and it will be fine. He tells her in a soft tone not to worry he will not be disappointed. She says, "Ok", reluctantly letting it go. She also told him that she was with in 40 miles of him. He tells her to call when he gets to the exit so he can wait for her in the parking lot. She says ok. The line is disconnected.

She makes a planned stop at the last gas station before his exit. She went out and bought a sexy white spaghetti strapped tank top with a built in bra. It makes her tits look bigger, (this is totally out of her character). She figures if she makes her nipples look great he will ignore the rest of her. She goes in and changes clothes, putting on the white shirt, her jeans and sandals. She freshens her make-up, fluffs her hair and heads back out to the van. She wants her nipples to be really hard so that he can see them through the shirt so as she is driving she lifts her shirt and lets the cold air from the vent hit her nipples making them hard.

He is sitting there wondering why she hasn't called, why she isn't there yet. He phones her, she tells him that she needed to stop. He asked if it was unplanned, she said no planned and he was intrigued. Wondering what she had up her sleeve now. He is doubting that she is really coming, thinks she is pulling his leg again. He asks where she is, she starts to count the mile markers for him. He is not going to let her go until he at least knows she has gone through the toll booth. She tells him that she is approaching it. He hears a man tell her the cost and she pays. She knows he is doubting and asks if he believes her now. He says yes that he thought she was sitting at home teasing him, but now he believes her. She says that she still could be and that she could have a guy there acting like the toll booth attendant. He chuckles and is still wondering. He knows what she drives she told him. He says that he should be seeing her…… there she is, he waves at her. He now believes she is here and is so relieved. The line is disconnected.