Meeting Violet

Pure fantasy, although I did have a conversation with a hot lady on lit two years ago that inspired this story. Jay

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"Violet? Hello..?" I called out as I knocked gently on the hotel room door. I felt odd, unsure; I'd never actually done anything remotely like this before. I'd spoken about doing it with Sally, actually it was her idea, to meet in New York and hopefully have the hot excitement we'd had for each other in our e-mails and photos we'd shared. But Sally was falling in love with a guy in Oklahoma and although she pleaded with me to meet, I declined, not wanting her to ever regret meeting me before she committed to him. We spoke of all the eating, sucking and fucking we were going to do. She'd had a Brazilian wax on her entire body for me and sent me the photo. I jerked off just from that alone. We'd spoken of how I would lick her from end to end, hole to hole as she quivered and came on my face.

Now though, the situation was different I met Violet, also on Lit, but she offered less intimacy and perhaps a little more kinkiness. She described herself as a hand-job expert, a cock stroker who loved cock and teasing. She would jerk me off until I screamed she said and I believed her. All I'd seen so far was a photo of her pussy, very nice, and one of her large breasts in a fishnet top. They looked like breasts that would hang and sway over my face as I sucked and licked, and she would jerk me while I licked and ate her cunt.

That was the fantasy. Reality always holds a different surprise and as I knocked on the door I hoped that the surprise wouldn't be that Violet was not going to show, or go through with her big talk. I could only hope.

"Jay?" I heard her from the other side of the door. "Is that you?" My heart pounded, she showed up.

"Yes, hi." May I come in, or would you prefer to meet in the lounge? If you don't like what you see, I'll understand.

"And if you don't like what you see?"

"Ha, I know I already do. Your pictures were very hot." I said, wondering if we were going to have an extended conversation in the hall. "Tell you what; I'll go to the lounge. See if you can pick me out. Five minutes."

"Ok, a drink sounds good. Meet you there." She whispered. Actually I don't know why I hadn't thought of that when we were e-mailing. I'm such a jerk, no matter what a woman says-she wants you to go slow. I got back on the elevator and went down to the lobby, turned left and straight into the 'Commodore' lounge. Great, drinks here are probably $20 I thought.

I ordered two martini's and took a booth The waitress brought them and a bowl of pretzels. I should say that I'm grey haired five ten, a hundred ninety pounds I wore a tan blazer over navy slacks. My hair brushed and parted, clean shaven, I've been told I look a little like Steve Martin, although I think more like Richard Dreyfus. I took a sip while I watched the door, and then, there she was. She was gorgeous, five three porcelain skin and auburn hair. She had a nervous look, but confident. I watched as she gazed the men at the bar, then across the room to me. In a few seconds she broke into a gorgeous smile. I smiled back and raised my glass, she walked to me. So far so good; she didn't run away.

"I remembered you said you liked martinis, dry with a twist." I said as I reached out to hug her. Her hug was welcoming, and close, not put-off-ish as if she were having doubts. Her hair and neck smelled of something wonderful that made my head spin. She felt good for a brief moment.

"Good memory," she said with a smile of gorgeous teeth and red lips. She sat opposite me and placed her bag on the table. "And thank you, this was thoughtful."

"You're welcome. I apologize for not thinking sooner that we might want to relax first like normal people- not rush into the main event as it were."

She took a long sip, "Mmmmm so good."

"I'm glad. Look I hope you're not disappointed... I might be less than you'd hoped. I..."

"Stop, forget that. I like you; I've grown to like you over these months. I knew what you looked like, you're a good looking man, why do you put yourself down like Sivas Escort that Jay? Believe me I would not have come if I didn't feel an attraction."

I looked into her brown eyes as she spoke and I felt warm and cozy with this woman.

"You are gorgeous you know, I'm not just saying that, you are."

"I'll bet you say that to all the girls you meet online." She said with a laugh.

"No seriously. I've never met anyone. There was Sally, but I declined to meet her. She was starting to see a guy and she really cared for him, so I called it off. She was upset at first, but I persisted. I said we'd meant a lot to each other and now that she had a real flesh