The journey
Written about 10 minutes ago and may or may not be a true story.

500 exactly FTW :)

Comments welcome
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 21:27, 7 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

The journey
She stood up as the train drew into the station, outwardly composed but inside she was a bundle of nerves. They’d only spoken on the phone and online before so while she had a good idea of what to expect, there was still the worry of “what ifs’” buzzing round her head. Would he really feel the same about her as he professed to in so many of the calls they’d shared? Would she feel the same about him? Would they be compatible in every way? Or would it all be a giant disappointment and end with them hating each other and rueing the massive call costs and time spent wooing each other online?

She’d dreamed about him the night before, his slim muscular frame outlined in the moonlight as he caressed her skin, stroking her to orgasm with just his fingertips. She ached for him when she awoke, sad that she wasn’t already with him and willing him to be as tender in person as he was in her dream. He’d touched a side of her she didn’t know existed before this and was now revelling in it. Her colleagues at work had commented on a spring in her step and how much more cheerful she was in demeanour and rightly guessed that it was because of a man. She smiled to herself thinking of their latest conversation where he revealed that he was just the same and was enduring a lot of ribbing from the guys at work for the way he was feeling about a girl he’d not yet even met.

She couldn’t help but think about the dream version of him as it was all still so vivid in her head. He was experienced, but gentle and loving, enveloping her in a hug she thought would last forever. His skilful hands working on her as he massaged her back, but this was unlike a rub down she’d received from her beauty spa days. This was a full bodied touch of sensuality coming from his fingers that made her tremble all over and sigh out loud, causing some of the other passengers to look over at her in puzzlement. This was lost on her though as she was lost in the memory.

Would he notice she’d cut herself shaving that morning in the shower as the hot water ran out as she was soaping up because she had lost track of time thinking about him? Would he know that she’d pleasured herself the night before after speaking on the phone wishing it was his hands sliding around her clitoris instead of her own? Would he like knowing that? Would she have the confidence to do all the things they promised they’d do when they eventually met.

The shuddering of the train woke her from her reverie and she found herself standing in front of the door. This was his stop. She almost sat back down again, but steeled herself and stepped off the train into his arms.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 21:28, Reply)

Really good read!
Er... "his slimy muscular frame"?
Typo, or amphibian?
( Cawl, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 21:31, Reply)

Thanks
never a better argument in favour of proofreading my friend *facepalms*
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 21:32, Reply)

*smiles*
A pleasure as always.
( Cawl, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 21:35, Reply)

It's a good read
but I can't but help thinking that the last bit may have been rushed.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 21:58, Reply)

I loikes!
*clicks*
( Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 9:11, Reply)