The Meeting by MissRachael

The Meeting by MissRachael

Explore a steamy adult sex story titled "The Meeting" by MissRachael. Follow along as passion ignites between two individuals in this enticing tale.<br/>

John and Rachael had spoken about their hopes, fears, loves, hates and perversions. A chance opportunity to meet proved too tempting to miss.

The Meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a little, will know that I used to be a regular member of a sex forum and would get very involved with writing sex stories, posting naughty pictures and join in with extremely contentious and lively debates. Despite my diminutive stature, my attitude was not of a meek and mild person. That was the public persona and it was a good escape from my real life.

Anyone who knew me better on that site knew another part of me, the real me and I could count on my fingers, the people who I allowed to know that Rachael. We’d share personal stories of our lives, photos of the most intimate nature and we’d even chat on messenger when we were away from the site. The people who knew me the best, I could count on the fingers of one hand….. with two fingers amputated! This story is about one of those three, John, a guy that I truly thought that I’d never, ever meet.

I live in a sleepy village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great Britain. It’s a wonderful place to live, I have a great family, super job and my life is good. At the time of this story, I’d been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend because his sister in law made some horrible comments about me and he found it easier to ditch me than to be a man and defend me. C’est la vie!

Now I mentioned my job in the last paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this point and at 22 I was earning well above an average salary, drove a £50,000 company car and was the envy of many people. I’m not being smug about that, just very proud of my achievements! The other cool thing about my job, being a Personal Assistant to the managing director of a software company, was that we travelled a lot. In the main we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of trips in Europe and occasionally, America.

Anyway, back to being ditched…..

Paul had left me and as usual, I was online trying to cheer myself up a bit. John was having his own issues and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the only difference when she left was that his grocery bill had halved as they’d not slept together for over six months. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘I’ll have to come over and cheer you up!’

He replied, ‘I’ll book you a flight to Wisconsin for tomorrow!’

I laughed out loud as I read his message but not for a reason you’d think! In ten days time I was flying out to Wisconsin with my boss and for all the time we’d talked, I never thought to ask in which State he lived. I knew that my next comment wouldn’t be believed but I went with it anyway.

‘You aren’t going to believe this but me and my boss are flying out on the 23rd September, to a little place called Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin to see a client who does security installations.’ To add to the truth, I quickly added, ‘Peacock Securities Inc’

I stared at the screen and I could see that John had read the message but he wasn’t typing. I was about to nudge him when his next message popped up, ‘I live in Chippewa Falls!’

It was my turn to be stunned, ‘Yeah yeah! A whole State and you live in the little town I’m visiting!’

His reply was almost immediate. He sent a photo of a telephone bill, his address clearly shown.

My response was pretty much automatic because we had spoken for so long and I really considered him a confidante and close friend. I simply typed, ‘Well it would be rude if we didn’t meet up!’

Now I knew that John had a bit of a crush on me and again, that’s not being smug, just stating facts so his reply made me smile.

‘You have no idea how happy you just made me! I’m going to meet you inside two weeks! Wow!’

He suddenly became like a giddy child so I calmed him a little and said I had no idea of the itinerary as yet but I promised him two things and made clear one other point. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely meet. Second, I would try to arrange things so we could have a whole afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would have to meet somewhere public because, despite the fact we’d chatted for ages, I wanted to be 200% sure of him as I didn’t want to bring my boss as a chaperone! He accepted it all with his usual good grace and by the time we signed off, I couldn’t believe I was, in every sense of the idea, about to meet a guy off a porn site! Oddly though, I couldn’t wait!

Work was busy so the time went quickly and I was keeping a little secret up my sleeve. I’d explained to my boss, with a few white lies, that an old family friend lived in the town and asked if we could adjust things to give me a little time to catch up. I thought he’d assume that I meant an afternoon or an evening to have dinner. When he gave me the revamped itinerary, he’d allocated two days and two nights that I’d have to myself in Chippewa Falls. I decided immediately to not tell John, just in case we didn’t get on that well. The other odd thing was, since I’d announced the trip, we’d not had any of our usual smutty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the actual idea of meeting had brought about a new moral dilemma for us. I didn’t care, I just thought it would be cool to meet him. Unfortunately though, that night, things changed. I couldn’t get to sleep and after all the naughty role playing we’d done, pictures I’d sent him of my naked body and the equally rude ones he’d sent back, my thoughts were of how I’d cope with not seeing his pretty cock in the flesh. Did he not want me like that now? Had I ruined the illusion? I didn’t want to spoil the meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than embarrass John when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the 24th September on North Bridge Street at Lucy’s Delicatessen. What he didn’t know was that I’d be wearing a dress, designed to drive him wild. This was a bizarre meeting to say the least and my persona had always been a little risqué so this dress wasn’t going to change that!

Over the next few days, we spoke each evening and it was clear that there were nerves on both sides which seemed crazy because we knew so much about each other. John was talking about places we could go if we had the time but I was still reluctant to reveal the true timescale, blaming my boss for complications but confirming that we had at least six hours to chat! I hoped he’d question the word ‘chat’ but he just said that it was more than he could ever have hoped for. I was getting impatient. I didn’t know why and didn’t know what I wanted him to say but our online messaging the next evening, the eve of my flight, I decided to push a little more. I was in bed, ready for an early flight so I opened the chat app on my phone.

Rachael: Hey you!

John: Hi Rach!

Rachael: Whatcha doing?

John: Just watching television, dog curled up with me

Rachael: Awwww I forget about Marvin! Are you bringing him to see me?

John: Yes I can

Rachael: Hmmmm you can? Do you not want to?

John: Yeah I do, I was just thinking something else but maybe it’s best to just bring him with.

I finally saw the break I needed.

Rachael: John, can I be blunt?

John: You never asked before! Why is now any different?

Rachael: Heyyyyyy cheeky!

John: Sorry, go on, be blunt!

Rachael: OK, since I mentioned my visit, you’ve suddenly become super reserved and I don’t recognise you and now you’re holding back about the bloody dog! What’s going on?

John: OK, honestly?

Rachael: Always!

John: OK, I’m terrified!

Rachael: Why?

John: Rach, I’ve dreamt of meeting you for so long I just can’t believe it’s actually happening! Somehow, when we talk now, it feels like I’ve just met you and I’m a bag of nerves! Does that make any sense?

I was laughing as I typed.

Rachael: YOU PILLOCK! Do you not think I’m nervous too?

John: NO! You are always so confident!

Rachael: John, you are a great guy but God, you are so getting a slap when I see you!

John: lol OK but now I’m even more nervous!

Rachael: Why?

John: TWO DAYS!!!

Rachael: Serious for a minute….

John: OK

Rachael: You don’t have to bring the dog to the deli

John: Do you not want to meet him?

Rachael: Of course I do!

John: But how can you if I don’t bring him?

Rachael: You are incredibly dumb at times!

John: Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might come to my place?

Rachael: Unless you don’t want to give me the tour of your work you’ve been telling me about for months?

John: yes I do!

Rachael: Well shut up then!

John: But only if you’re sure

Rachael: John, stop speaking, see you at 2pm, Lucy’s Deli

John: I so so so can’t wait

Rachael: Same here!

John: Have a safe flight babe

Rachael: Don’t forget your wallet, remember you’re paying!

John: My pleasure! Goodnight xxx

Rachael: Xxxx

I closed the app, turned out the light and tried to imagine how that meeting would go. I imagined the revealing dress which is tight and gives my tiny boobs a good boost. It never fails to get attention but the man I was meeting has already seen naked photos of me so the tease was somehow even greater. My fingers found my pussy as I imagined him getting hard in his trousers as soon as he saw me and that first hug would have his cock pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 body pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I’ve never tired of pictures of his long, fat cock and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in front of me. I rubbed my clit faster as I imagined what could happen after lunch and at that point, just as a beautiful climax washed over me, I knew that his delicious cock would be filling me with his seed, no question!

Flight day was a nightmare! A two stop flight and long drive from the airport saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local time. We dined at a lovely local restaurant but we were so tired, I couldn’t tell you the name of it but they did do a beautiful pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake! (When in Rome etc) We had a few drinks and while my boss was calling home to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a photo of the street sign and sent it to John with a message. All I said was, ‘Real enough yet?’