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Ever since I discovered cybersex, I’ve been fascinated with the question of what happens on the rare occasions when couples who have become close online get a chance to meet in person. I thought it must be quite different from meeting someone of the opposite sex for the first time under conventional circumstances. I was sure there would be no need for much conversation and no reason to progress slowly through the usual stages of male-female physical intimacy. After all, cyber lovers have already done every sort of foreplay and sex together (albeit online), so it seemed that physical contact – touching, kissing, groping, undressing, oral exploration and more – would begin right away and progress at stunning speed. Surely cyber partners meeting in person could not keep their hands, mouths and other body parts off of each other for any time at all! When I thought about it, I felt some envy for the few cyber couples who do get together in the physical world, but I never expected to find out first-hand what it would be like. I was faithfully married in real-life and planning to remain so. My husband, Marty, is much older than I and has health problems that limit his libido and ability. Sex for us has been infrequent and, frankly, less than satisfying, for years. When I learned I could find male attention online, long-distance cyber relationships soon became my secret way to manage my often-raging sex drive without the temptation to have an in-person affair. My cyber lover, Jeff, and I had been chatting online, sharing fantasies, having cybersex, and exchanging erotic e-mails for nearly a year. He, too, is unhappy about the shortage of sex in his marriage. Jeff’s wife only gets in the mood for sex once a month or so, while he would prefer once a day – at least! Being online partners seemed like a harmless way for both of us to feel desired by someone of the opposite gender and even to “have sex” without physically committing adultery. Although Jeff and I constantly fantasized together about what we would do with each other in person, the reality was that we had never even talked on the phone, and had certainly not discussed meeting up for real. One of Marty’s elderly uncles died, and the funeral was to be held in another state a full day’s drive away. Some funerals end up being part grieving and part family reunion, and this one was going to be like that. The uncle, a widower, had been ill (and his demise expected) for some time. It turned out that some of Marty’s favorite cousins and other extended family whom he hadn’t seen in years were going to be gathering for the “occasion” – so Marty decided we, too, would travel to the funeral. We would be leaving in two days – on the Friday before President’s Day weekend, it turned out. As I began to plot our route online, I felt a sudden little thrill as I realized we would be traveling right through the state where Jeff lives. “So close, and yet so far,” I sighed to myself. When I chatted with Jeff online that night, I explained about the sudden travel plans and that I probably wouldn’t be available to chat much during the trip. I offhandedly pointed out that we would be driving through his state. “Are you taking the turnpike?” Jeff asked. “Of course, what else,” I wrote back, thinking he was going to make a comment about the traffic or something. I was not expecting what I read next. “Should we try to meet?” I had to read Jeff’s words several times to be sure I was seeing them correctly. “How could we do that?” I finally typed back, my face flushing at the very thought. There was a bit of a pause, and I knew he was thinking. “My office is near one of the service areas. You could plan to take a break there. I’d be waiting, and we could at least get to meet each other and maybe even sneak in a little bit of quick, special together-time.” I was rapidly becoming excited. “Baby – I hope you’re not just teasing me. Do you actually want to do that?” “Absolutely, if you think you could manage to slip away from your hubby.” He was serious! I hesitated for a moment. . . . and then I decided we had to grab the unique opportunity that had suddenly come our way. “Let’s do it!” I typed back. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing, but I was smiling already! The next day, etimesgut escort while Jeff was at work and I was packing and organizing for the trip, we plotted out the details for our little encounter in a flurry of e-mails. Jeff’s small state is somewhat famous for its turnpike service areas. There are several in each direction of the highway, and they provide one-stop travel services. Each one has a gas station and a large building containing restroom facilities big enough to accommodate a couple of tour busloads of people at once, a gift shop/convenience store, and a spacious food court with plenty of tables and chairs and food stands selling a variety of snacks and meals. We planned to meet at 12:30 p.m. in the food court of the service area at Mile 98 of the northbound turnpike. Because it was the start of a holiday weekend, there were bound to be a lot of travelers on the highway – as well as at the service area. We planned our meeting to coincide with lunchtime and hoped the food court would be crowded. We figured that the more chaotic the place was, the less likely anyone would be to notice a couple who were standing just a little too close to each other and acting just a little bit oddly. Since the only access to the service areas is from the toll turnpike, nearly all the people at them are travelers passing through the state. It was unlikely that either of us would run into anyone we knew there. With a little advance planning, we hoped that we would be able to hug, kiss, and maybe, if we were bold enough and had the opportunity – somehow manage to get in a little bit of hasty, furtive through-the-clothes touching of special places – so we agreed that we both needed to wear pants made of thin fabric. Getting any more physical than that in public seemed almost unthinkable, but, just in case, we also decided to make sure our pants had a loose, elastic waist and no belts, buttons or zippers to deal with. After work that evening, Jeff made an advance visit to the service area food court to check everything out. He said that the stand selling pizza looked like the best place to meet, since it was all the way down on one end of the food court and was also popular and likely to be busy at lunchtime. By bedtime that night our plans were in place, but it was hard to fall asleep due to my excitement combined with worry about the various things that could happen to derail us. Perhaps Jeff would have an emergency at work and wouldn’t be able to come to meet me. Maybe the service area wouldn’t be so busy after all, making it harder for us to be together unobserved by my husband. Maybe traffic would be so bad that I would be hopelessly late in reaching the service area and would miss Jeff altogether. And for all of our professed desire online, wouldn’t it be ironic if we weren’t even physically attracted to each other once we met in person? Yet every time I thought about meeting Jeff, touching Jeff, and him touching me, I felt my pussy moistening in excitement. I couldn’t bear to think about how disappointing it would be if it didn’t happen. The next morning dawned sunny but cold. I had settled on a pair of thin, stretchy black pants, almost like leggings, to wear that day. Of course Marty wondered why I was wearing such thin pants in the wintertime. I explained that I had packed all my best warmer ones and forgotten to leave any out to wear that day. “I’ll be fine; we’re going to be in the warm car all day,” I assured him. I wasn’t wearing any panties, but then, I seldom do. The chosen turnpike service area was 4 hours and 10 minutes from my house, according to my online directions. I wanted to get on the road at 8:00 a.m. to give us a little leeway in getting there on time. When we were almost finished loading the car and ready to leave, I e-mailed Jeff to tell him we were on schedule to meet at 12:30 as planned. “I’m counting the seconds,” he messaged back. “Oh Baby, me, too!” I wrote. I had planned to do the driving that morning, to eliminate any possibility of Marty not pulling off at the designated service area for some reason. But after half an hour on the interstate, I had to face the fact that my mind was not properly on my driving. I was dangerously distracted, able to think eryaman escort about nothing except meeting Jeff at the service area. I had to fake needing a bathroom stop, after which I pretended to have a sudden headache so Marty would drive. My excitement intensified when we arrived at the state line of Jeff’s state and the entrance to its turnpike about 11:00 a.m. It was then that I casually told Marty I had planned for us to stop at the service area at Mile 98 for lunch. I shifted around in the passenger seat, my nervous anticipation growing with each passing mile. The timing turned out to be perfect. After the stop early on to change drivers, as well as a brief patch of heavy traffic, we reached the exit to the service area at almost exactly 12:30 p.m. As we pulled into the parking lot, I was happy to see that it was quite full of cars with out-of-state license plates, as well as at least one tour bus. I couldn’t remember ever visiting a place and hoping to have to fight through crowds when I got there, but that day, that was my wish. I felt a mix of anticipation, sexual arousal and nervousness as I entered the building. The food court was, indeed, very busy. I noticed the pizza stand all the way down on the right. I hoped Jeff was there waiting for me, but there were too many people in between to see what was going on down there. Fortunately, an empty table opened up just then, right there near the entrance door. It had no view of the distant pizza stand, so I told Marty we would sit there. One thing I didn’t have to worry about was Marty getting in line with me. He would be happy to wait at the table, due to his bad back. I avoided taking off my coat yet, for fear Marty would suggest leaving it with him at the table. Besides the pizza place, there was a hot dog stand, a chicken place, a sandwich counter, and an ice cream stand. I told Marty I was craving pizza and hoped he’d be happy with that, too, because I didn’t want to have to go through more than one line. He agreed. I pointed out that everything looked crowded, so it might take me awhile to return with our food. I hurried off toward the far end of the food court, peeling off my coat as I went, so excited I was barely conscious of what I was doing. Jeff and I had never exchanged identifying photos of ourselves, so we would be finding each other just by physical description and the clothes we were wearing. He’d told me he’d be wearing a gray sweater (So sweet! — He knows that’s my favorite color on a man), black pants (thin polyester ones), and would be carrying his thick, casual winter coat (black with red accents). Along with my leggings, I was wearing a snug, teal-colored mock turtleneck that accentuated my bustline. My light-blue parka was now off and draped over my arm. How fortunate that it was wintertime, because the coats carried over our arms were a vital part of our plans. The pizza stand had one of those snaking, metal “corrals” enclosing the line. Jeff was standing near the entrance to the corral, and by the time I saw him, he had already spotted me and was smiling his excitement. As I caught his eye, I was smiling, too. I was suddenly very conscious of my elevated heart rate and accelerated breathing. I tried to control my breathing and calm myself. Jeff looked so handsome standing there! I felt like I was going to melt. He looked a lot like my mind had always pictured him from the description he’d given me back when we first began chatting online. Sight unseen, I had been hot for Jeff just from our online activities for a long time. Now that I was actually standing in front of my cyber lover, and about to get physical with him, my sexual desire was practically intolerable, and I could sense that his was, too. We were about to experience a few of the things we’d been fantasizing about for many months! I didn’t have any time to worry about whether Jeff was attracted to me. We said no more than “Hi” to each other, and then he grabbed me in a sensual embrace – and I was in my long-desired cyber lover’s arms! Jeff gave me a kiss – a fairly short one, but with definite tongue action. I kissed back. Jeff had made me wet many times online; now he was already doing it in person. We realized we’d be much less noticeable sincan escort if we stood in line in the crowded corral rather than remaining outside of it. We “generously” let several other customers go ahead of us before we entered the last loop of the corral. Jeff and I stood facing each other in the line and embraced tightly. We didn’t want to make a scene already by kissing excessively, but we couldn’t stop hugging and sharing quick kisses. “Sweetie, I am so glad we’re together,” Jeff whispered in my ear. Feeling his body against mine and hearing his voice gave my stomach butterflies. “I’m happy, too, Sexy, I whispered back, smiling, as I kissed the side of his face. I was glad we were whispering; if I had tried to speak out loud, I was sure my voice would have shook. Using the coats draped over our arms as shields on either side of us, we pressed our eager, sex-starved bodies tightly together as we embraced. Since we were both wearing thin pants, I could tell immediately that Jeff had a growing erection. He proceeded to grind it against my pubic area through the fabric of both of our pants, ever-so-slightly so no movement would show outside of our coat-shields. As I felt my lover’s cock stiffening, I was very aware of the growing wetness between my own legs. “Turn around,” Jeff whispered in my ear. I did as he asked. Jeff pulled me close to him from behind with the arm that wasn’t holding his coat. He grinded and wiggled his stiff cock against my ass. I pressed back and wiggled too. We carefully made sure to hide the “action” with our coats held up on either side. I felt lightheaded and weak-kneed. I wasn’t sure if it was from sexual excitement or the fact that we were in public – both, I think. “Mmmm,” I said very softly, thinking about how close Jeff’s iron-hard cock was to my slippery-wet pussy right then, how perfectly they would fit together, and how great that would feel. I wished we could somehow make ourselves invisible to all the other people in the building and just have animalistic sex right there – standing up, or on a table, or on the floor, or maybe bent over the serving counter – anywhere! Following our plan, next we turned to stand side-by-side in the line, facing the menu board and counter. While I held my coat over the lower front of my body, Jeff’s hand found and rubbed the wet crotch of my leggings under my coat. I could sense his arousal as he felt my vulva and labia easily through the thin, damp fabric. He soon slipped his hand inside my waistband and down. Jeff firmly pressed the palm of his hand against my panty-less pussy. As I rapidly became even more aroused, I could actually feel my vulva swelling and pulsing against Jeff’s hand as blood rushed to my genitals. I was lubricating profusely. I squirmed in eager anticipation of what might come next. I hadn’t had time to shave my pussy before the trip, and I had about 10 days of pubic hair growth. Now I was glad I hadn’t shaved. Since in our situation we could only touch but not see, I thought it was nice that I had that little bit of hair for Jeff to feel, and he seemed to find it exciting. Just as we’d hoped, our bulky winter coats were doing a fine job of concealing what was going on underneath them. We were shuffling along in the corral as the line slowly moved. We kept waving other customers around us, stammering excuses such as that we were waiting for someone else or we needed more time to decide what to order. My vagina was wet both inside and out now, and Jeff’s middle finger found my swollen clitoris and began rubbing it in circles. My body shuddered involuntarily at the sudden pleasure. Soon he changed to a rapid, repetitive flicking motion. As his fingertip quickly stroked my clit, Jeff looked over at me and licked his lips subtly while meeting my eyes – giving me the silent message to imagine that it was his tongue on my clit. My pussy throbbed wildly in response and I felt my face flush. I began to move my hips slightly in rhythm with Jeff’s motions. I looked down to make sure my movements weren’t visible to anyone; they were fully hidden by my coat. Only one person near us in line seemed to be paying us any special attention. A young woman in a purple sweater a bit ahead of us in the corral was looking our way every time I glanced in her direction. Gradually I realized that she was definitely watching us. After a couple of minutes of Jeff massaging my clit, I shifted impatiently under my coat, feeling desperate for some sort of insertion. My cyber lover understood and didn’t keep me waiting any longer.
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