Summer Time

by Paul
(Kirkland, WA)

I was at work when the Instant Message window popped open. "Hi, what
does ___ mean?" It was something from my profile. As I always do, I
checked the profile of the messaging person before I responded, and it
was a woman. Nothing in her profile seemed odd, so I responded and
answered her question. We chatted for a while and hit it off, so we
added each other as IM "friends".

We wound up chatting for a little while almost every day for several
months. We talked about almost everything - the weather, philosophy,
books, etc.. We became close friends - or at least as close as you can
be when talking across a computer connection. She had the two most
important qualities for a person to have, in my opinion, she was
intelligent and funny. Of course, we didn't agree on everything, but as
good friends do, we agreed to disagree on some things.

Then one day the conversation turned to sex. There was no way we were
ever going to meet in real life - we were 3,000 miles apart. Our
conversations continued on the same mix of subjects, but with sex added
to the mix. We learned about the little "kinky" things we each were
interested in. She liked being spanked, and I liked butts, so even on
that our interests were similar. I started thinking about spanking, and
found the idea intriguing.

We would have undoubtedly gone on this way for years, but fate
intervened. My company sent me to a two day conference in a city close
to hers. I told her I was coming, and where I'd be staying, and we made
a date to meet in the hotel lobby and have dinner together. I arrived at
the hotel, checked in, and went up to my room. Shortly after I got
unpacked, the phone rang. It was her. She was in the lobby and ready to
go to dinner. I grabbed my jacket and headed for the elevator. On the
way down, I got nervous. What if we didn't hit it off in real life? I
didn't want to lose her as a chat friend. As it turned out, I had
nothing to worry about.

We met in the lobby with a hug and kiss. It was the first time that a
hug didn't mean typing ">:D<". She was even more beautiful than her
picture promised. She was wearing a red blouse with a navy blue skirt
and black shoes. With her on my arm, we went out and hailed a cab to
take us to the restaurant for dinner.

We talked through dinner, getting to know each other for real. The
conversation was light, but the sexual tension was palpable. After
dinner, I suggested we go back to the hotel for "dessert". "I thought
you'd never ask.", she said, and we got another cab back to the hotel.
We went up to my room, hugging and kissing all the way up in the
elevator.

Almost immediately when we got into the room, I sat down on a chair,
pulled her across my lap, raised her skirt, pulled her panties down, and
started to administer a spanking. I alternated from one cheek to the
other, and mixed in gentle stroking of her butt with the swats. After a
few minutes, I felt between her legs, and her pussy was sopping with
juices. We stood up, tore off our clothes, and I picked her up and
carried her to the bed kissing her all the way.

I put her down on the bed and immediately buried by face in her crotch.
I lapped her juices, and went to her clit. My tongue flickered around
her clit as she gasped out encouragement. As she built to her climax, I
wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked. That did it. She arched her
back and wrapped her legs around my head as she came. I kissed my way up
her body, ready to make love to her, but she pushed me back on the bed.
A glint came into her eyes as she said, "My turn."

She knelt on the bed beside me and took my cock into her mouth. I
stroked her butt as she used her lips and tongue to drive me to a
frenzy. I exploded in the biggest orgasm I'd had in a long time. She
turned, kissed me, and lay down in my arms. We pulled the covers over us
and lay there, spent, in each others arms for a while. I asked if she'd
spend the night, and she said yes. The room I was in had a whirlpool tub
big enough for two, so we ordered some room service champagne and headed
for the tub.

When the champagne arrived, I grabbed a robe and answered the door. The
room service waiter brought in a bottle on ice and two glasses. I tipped
him and he left. I brought the bottle and glasses into the bathroom, and
poured a glass for each of us. We toasted the evening, each other, and
the circumstances that had allowed us to meet. After a couple of glasses
of wine, we got out of the tub and dried each other off before we headed
back to the bed.

With the urgency of our first encounter spent, we took more time making
love, and eventually fell asleep curled together like spoons - my right
hand cupping her left breast. When we woke in the morning, we were still
laying together like that. We explored each others bodies with fingers,
lips, and tongues, and made love again that morning. I had the
conference to attend, so she took the day to shop. We met for lunch, and
she showed me that she had been to Victoria's Secret. Her purchase there
gave me something to look forward to at the end of the day.

As we entered the hotel dining room for dinner, she whispered into my
ear, "I'm not wearing panties." I looked at her, a bit surprised, but
the devilish look on her face told me that she wasn't kidding. I
whispered back, "Ooh, you naughty girl, you should be spanked." She
grinned at me. "Yup." I don't remember much about that dinner, I was too
involved in being close to her and thinking about the promised pleasures
of the evening.

As we entered the room after dinner, I pulled her to me and kissed her
deeply. Our tongues danced a slow tango. Then I drew her over to the
chair, and again bent her across my lap. When I lifted her skirt, I saw
that she was, indeed, bare underneath, and I applied my hand in much the
same way as the night before. After the spanking, we stood and slowly
undressed each other, made more difficult and more fun by the hugs and
kisses that intervened.

Finally nude, we moved to the bed and lay down. I placed my knee between
her legs and hugged her to me in a hot kiss. "Lay on your tummy.", I
said, and when she did, I kissed the back of her neck. Using my lips and
tongue, I worked my way down her body - her neck and ears, her
shoulders, her spine, her butt, her legs, down to her toes.

"Roll over." She did, and I worked my way back up. I licked the inside
of her thighs, and took a brief lick at her pussy. She wanted more, but
I told her to wait, that I'd come back to it. I licked her belly button,
and she giggled. I licked and kissed my way up her tummy to her breasts.
I suckled on them gently at first, but then harder - like a hungry baby.

I went back down and lay between her legs. This time I took a more
careful look than I had before. Her pussy hair was trimmed for a bikini,
and framed her clit nicely. I kissed her clit and then started licking
in earnest. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top,
licking deep into her pussy. Up and down a few times before I started to
pay serious attention to her clit. I started licking the alphabet on her
clit, but before I got to "K", she was squirming with delight. I applied
my lips and sucked, alternating between sucking and quick flicks of my
tongue. She came like a volcano, crying out her orgasm loudly enough
that I'm sure the people on the next two floors could hear it.

Again I licked my way up her tummy to her mouth. I kissed her as I
entered her. The beast with two backs rocked back and forth until I
exploded into her. I lay down beside her, took her in my arms, and
hugged her to me.

After we recovered, she got out the Victoria's Secret bag and modeled
her purchases for me. She'd bought a red teddy with matching crotchless
panties. She came back to bed wearing it. It was silky smooth, and a
delight to cuddle up next to. We fell asleep like spoons again.

In the morning, we showered together, washing and drying each other. I
went back to the conference, and we met for lunch again. The conference
was deadly dull, as they often are, so I skipped out on the last half of
the afternoon to spend more time with her.

Dinner was made poignant by the knowledge that I had to leave in the
morning, and we'd be 3,000 miles apart again. Back in the room, we found
another excuse for a spanking, and then retired to the bed. Our
lovemaking was slower and more tender, not wanting to have it ever end.
Eventually, we reached climaxes and held each other close for the night.

In the morning, we made love for the last time, showered, and dressed. I
took my bags down to the lobby to check out while she waited for me to
say goodbye. Before I got into the cab to go to the airport, I held her
tight. I lifted her face and kissed her. I said, "I love you, Summer."
"And I love you, Paul." And we went back to our lives, not knowing if
we'd ever meet again.