A little nervous and unsure of herself, she stood in the mirror and allowed her
eyes to trace her naked body in a full length mirror. She thought to herself,
was I going to meet his expectations?" It had been almost 9 months since first
she talked to him. It started out to be a friendship over the waves of cyberspace
but since had grown into a unexplainable love. More than friends and less than a
committed love. She twisted a red lock around her finger tip and pouted her full
plum lips at the mirror in front of her. Camille’s breasts were round but far
from where they were located when she was 21. Her body had carried two children
and took enough physical abuse to last a life time. But he made her feel pretty.
But somehow she couldn't feel it right now. Camille the mature 31 year old felt
like a school girl when his voice echoed across miles of telephone lines, and in
one hour he would be here laying next to her. They had shared a lot over that
year and knew eachother as well as two people could living 3000 miles apart. But
still his arrival, well, she couldn't allow herself to believe it until her heavy
hazel eyes verified his presence. She stood there in front of the mirror and
watched herself carefully cuddle ample breasts into a black lace bra, and slid
into black satin panties with elegance. She wanted to be sexy. She wanted to try.
It seemed she had lost a lot of her femininity long ago, but found it that night
in that little hotel room of green shabby decor and the odd smell of old perfume.
She turned to check herself once again and felt that she was ready to pick him up
from the airport. Camille paced. She had already felt her cunt began to moisten
just thinking about all the conversations of  what she would do, and what he
would do....dam. There was no time to decide what to do, time was getting away
from her.


He appeared amongst a group of other tired passengers from the almighty red eye
flight. Camille knew him immediately. Two men who were waiting for a fellow
friend on the same flight and had befriended her as they waited patiently for the
delayed flight to finally arrive. They knew she was waiting for a lover Camille
had described in detail from the big apple, and found it their responsibility to
push her into him the minute they figured out which one he was.

He smiled and Camille gave him a quick glance. She grabbed his hand and lead him
out of the airport. Camille was holding his hand in hers and she couldn't believe
she had done this. She could feel her heart beat out of control, as her sex
continued to grow increasingly wet. She studied the carpet details as they left
the airport. He tried to get her to look up but she was embarrassed and a bit
shocked that he was actually here. All she could muster to say was...." Hello
Henry."

Camille could feel his eyes glide along her full figure and she became a little
flattered that someone like him found her attractive. As they approached the car
she wanted to touch him, hold him. Her insecurities made it hard for her to make
eye contact. Getting in the car she threw her backpack in the backseat turned and
smiled not directly looking at him. Little was said. Camille realized she  needed
her wallet to pay for parking, and without hesitation  reached back, pressing her
body up against his.......Oh god, she thought "I am up against him"..how tacky.
Her breasts were smashed up against his arm. Camille's nipples on full alert
became hard and erect. It was a good thing she wore a sweater over her dress she
thought. She wondered later if he thought she had ment to do that....

Camille knew her city by the bay well. That night she could have gotten lost in a
paper bag. She had no idea where she was. As they left the freeway, Camille said
smoothly, "ummm, I need to pull over. I am a little nervous and .....well....I
have to figure out where our hotel is" Camille said as she grabbed a local paper
with a small map on it. She  could feel her cheeks grow a passionate red. Without
warning he kissed her. Camille wanted him to touch her, take her right then and
there. Parked in a no parking zone she knew that it would only be a few minutes
for a cop to pick her out and tag her with a ticket. Camille's breath changed.
She grabbed his full hand and placed it on her left breast. Camille could feel
her body begin to climb on the side of a road in the late evening with passer
byers watching this. As the kiss ended she took a breath and focused on where
they were. She still needed to touch him so Camille placed her hand on his thigh.
Henry looked at her as she gazed out the window...."where the hell were we?" she
thought. Taking her trembling hand, he placed it atop his fully erect covered
cock. Camille wanted to scream, “take it out here, right here, let me take you in
my mouth!" But rather fondled him gently and realized she had to get them to the
hotel. Music quietly murmured on the radio, but she couldn't hear what was
playing, all she could think of was he was hard and she wanted him.  He gently
touched her leg as they drove along the city streets, pulling Camille's dress up
just enough to see the fullness of her thigh and satin panties. Camille would
pull it down, and he would pull it up.... As they arrived at the dingy hotel on
Geary St. Camille became increasingly aroused. The two of them both a little
unsure of each other didn't say much in the elevator. Stepping out of the
elevator and down the hall, silence became overwhelming.  As Camille opened our
door she stepped in and walked over to the window pretending to be interested in
something outside. She felt flushed. When Camille turned, he was there. Henry
embraced her and talked to her softly in a language only they understood. He
guided her over to the large framed bed and Camille sat on the edge. He untied
her boots and asked her to lay in bed with him......Camille did. They laid there
for what seemed like a minute, if that long, before Camille had striped her
clothes off and slipped under the blankets. "Take your clothes off " she
whispered in embarrassment. Henry smiled, stood, and undressed for her without a
pause. Camille blushed pretending to look away watching his every move. He
climbed in next to her and she could feel his fully erect cock press against the
side of her thigh. With a trembling hand Camille reached down and touched it
gently. A warm wave filled her chest. Wanting to look at it, She pulled back the
covers and moved in closer to the erect cock she had craved for so many months.
Blushing, she licked the end. He laid back as Camille took it in her mouth. Such
an awesome feeling to feel it hit the back of her throat, to lay against the heat
of her tongue. Camille remembering the detailed coaching of friends. Being sure
to move up and down on it getting just enough suction , just enough rhythm, just
enough friction. She was so nervous about giving him head. That was the first and
only time she had ever done that and Camille could have stayed there for hours,
but he wouldn't let her. He knew Camille was an inexperienced woman with only one
partner in her 31 years and wanted to show her things she had never experienced
before this night. Sex before him was a simple missionary style lay. Not for him.
He pulled Camille to him and kissed her with feather soft kisses. Camille's heart
raced and her sex filled with a sweet honey. Her thighs trembled as his very well
endowed sex touched her freshly shaved cunts lips. Opening her legs for him wider
as he entered, gave her a animalistic rush. It burned as his sex stretched the
fine skin surrounding Camille's wet cunt. Her hips felt the need to roll, and her
nipples already sprung alive, waited for his kisses to be poured over them.
Pulling it all the way out and going back in made Camille crazy with desire. She
laid back and relaxed as he pulled out. ......Watching his head lower with swirls
of brown hair, Camille felt his breath upon her sex. With gentle fingertips, he
opened her cunt and slid his tongue along the slit. His mouth was warm and wet.
She felt a pleasure of a indescribable high. It was as though she was floating
outside her body. Camille grabbed his hair as she moved to climb the top....After
all these months of knowing everything about one another except this one small
part....sex...she was pleased. Camille had done some of the most enjoyable drugs,
from opium in a pipe to heroin in a needle and this could not compare to the way
she felt that night. He ravished her as though she was a desert prepared
especially for him. Camille twisted the sheets in her fists as she began to
climax. Her toes cramped and curled as her back arched.........He told her later
that she hit him and pushed him away.....Camille just remembered euphoria. After
climaxing Camille realized where she was. Strange. Camille had never climaxed in
this way...and wanted it more now than ever imaginable. Before him an orgasm was
something women claimed they had. She thought it was all just a bunch of
bullshit....They fucked and made love many times over that night. In different
positions and different  places in that little room. In-between her desires to
have him, they laid silently in eachothers arms, cuddling and comforting. She
found an eternal friend that night. There are blurs Camille tells me, in the way
things happened or in what order. The time they shared was minimal. Just one
night and two days is what they shared. But before the night was over she felt
compelled to have him in her mouth just once more. He obliged as he slipped it in
her mouth. She could taste the sweetness in his skin, and felt every line in his
shaft against her tongue as she moved it in and out. Camille wanted his cum
against the back of my throat. She wanted him to be a part of her by giving to
her this heavenly serum. Camille moved down and licked his balls, dragging her
tongue softly against them. Touching his thighs and centering in on his cock. She
could feel the ball of her pierced tongue roll along the length of his
erectness...after a little while of sucking and licking Camille began to feel the
pulsating of his cock shoot the hot fluid in her mouth. Swallowing his sweet
tasting cum made Camille's own cunt release her own soft glistening fluids....for
that moment in time he was a part of who she was......... As the weekend came to
a quick end Camille felt liberated and sad all at once. Henry had made love to
her and fucked her more times than she thought was possible. As I write this
story, Camille tells me that Henry fucked her so many times, that she stayed sore
for three days after their blissful affair. She also informs me that she will be
going to see him soon......only this time she won’t have as many inhibitions.
Camille tells me she would have loved to have tied him up and blindfolded him.
Sucked him until he could no longer have taken it. She also claims that Anna Rice
would of had nothing on her had she not been so intimidated..... We will
see....heh