It was months in the planning and seemed to go by too quickly. They had spoken about it frequently, discussing the most intimate fantasies that would be explored and fulfilled. With the date chosen and the time off work, all that was left was boarding the plane and meeting at the airport.  It was late fall so what could go wrong?  He would show up in his casual business clothes and she would swing by the airport to pick him…walking into his arms and kissing his lips as though they had known each other for years.

This however was not the case…they had only just met a few months prior over the internet. Some social networking site had linked two people together, providing ample opportunity for conversations on life, politics and inevitably sex.  Although they had only technically sex chatted once or twice, he was the one man who had watched her explore her body on video and talked her through her explosive orgasms during their marathon phone sex.  Although they had talked of meeting in person, she never dreamed that she would follow through and that he would venture so far from his home to meet a stranger, touch her skin, kiss her lips, run his fingers through her hair.

Forty eight hours away, it rang through the airwaves, “We are anticipating record snowfalls in the area. Flights will be delayed and highways will be treacherous. Police are recommending no unnecessary travel.” Her moan was heard throughout the office.

“Fuck me,” she thought as she felt the tears welling up in her eyes.

She had dreamed of the moment she would feel his lips meet hers, his tongue exploring her mouth, her thighs twitching and she felt his growing hardness press against her. To have it all disappear because Mother Nature decided to throw a ‘snow day’ in so early this year….oh and not to mention her period had been tormenting her with the threat of an early arrival as well.  She collapsed at her desk and buried her head in her hands…she wanted so bad for him to taste her, to explore her warmth and sweetness with his experienced tongue.

He messaged her almost immediately as though he sensed her disappointment: “It’s still a go, come snow or rain. See you in the morning!” YES!!!!

Up early with a two-hour drive ahead of her, she was elated to see that the snow fall had been significantly less then predicted. His flight out was scheduled to have him arrive just before noon so she showered and primped, taking her time to moisturize every inch of her body, knowing that his hands and lips would want to explore freely. Her mind wandered to the fantasies they had shared, agreeing that they would be each others safe place to play. Nothing was off-limit, no hole would be left unfucked, no inch of her body left un-iced by his streams of white, creamy cum, and no crevice left unlicked.

She dried her hair and scrolled through her emails leisurely knowing that she had about 30 minutes before she absolutely had to be out the door and in the car. He had messaged her early that morning, “Flight cancelled – mechanical problems with the plane.” She held her breath…suddenly a new message appeared, “Caught the earlier flight! Barely! Am here!”

She sent him a message letting him know that she was still a few hours away and to head to the hotel.  He was to send the room number when he arrived and she would meet him up there. She threw a few clothes into her bag, laughing to herself at the thought that she may actually need clothes given they only had 24 hours together.

Roads were slippery and it seemed all the idiots were out in full force. Having just barely made through downtown morning traffic, she was now on her way to meet the man that had helped her pick out sexy lingerie over the phone; the man that had asked her to send pictures in various stages of disrobing, asking her to press her index and middle fingers deep into her pussy while in public areas and then send him the ‘proof’ via email. She was his dirty girl, his muse, his tease and his toy. Her pussy began to grow moist at the thought of all that they had shared and all that they would explore in the flesh. Her tummy tightened at the thought of finally wrapping her hands around his hard cock; to feel his shaft enter her hungry mouth…she bit down hard on her lip as her nipples hardened.

Startled by the vibration of her phone, she looked down at his message, “713.” He was there! She parked the car less than a half an hour later and strolled up to the concierge. “My name is Jade James; I believe there is a room key for me?”

“Good morning, Ms James.” She smiled brightly, “He is upstairs already.”

As she took the key from the perky, young woman’s hand, she headed to the elevators. At the seventh floor, she stepped out to see the room 713 almost directly across the hall. Her stomach flipped, her mouth suddenly dry, “I can’t do this!” she panicked as she stared at the door handle….