I. The Meeting
I sighed and squirmed a bit in my airline seat, still not believing that it was
going to happen. I finally was going to see Elizabeth, in person, real. After so
long! I had entered a contest on American Express' website--it was called E-Mail
Pals London Encounter. The idea was that you and a person whom you correspond
via e-mail but not real life were BOTH given a trip to London to finally meet,
and to simply have a vacation. It was to be arranged, though, that if you turned
out not to like the person you had been writing, that after the photo-ops and so
forth, the two of you could essentially have separate vacations. However, as
Elizabeth said. "J, I don't think we are going to worry about that." You see,
Elizabeth and I have a cyber romance. Distance is of course, the reason. I live
in the Windy City, Chicago. Heart of the Midwest. I do some HTML, some java,
stuff like that. Michael Jason is my name, although Elizabeth likes to call me
Jason since I use that name on the Internet. Elizabeth works in the procuring
section of the Charlotte Art Museum. Costumes, specifically. As you might expect
from her name, she DOES like Medieval England. And, of course, her residence
makes for great lines like wanting to spend time in her web... Anyway, we met on
the Internet, and seemed like we had known each other for ages. Saying each
other's thoughts, or typing I should say, and a very basic compatibility. It was
a crying shame that we lived too far apart to meet. So, since it is part of my
job to be on the Internet to a high degree, I one day found a web page with the
AMEX contest. And so I entered our names. I don't think they expected or really
desired cyber-lovers, but I didn't expect to win, either. Imagine my surprise
when we did. 6 days and 5 nights in the land of Shakespeare, Pubs and knights in
shining armor. I had been to the wonderful city years before, on a trip with my
older sister. Elizabeth, on the other hand, has not been much outside the
Carolinas, except for a wonderful trip she gushed about to Washington D.C. As
you might expect, the Smithsonian she found very appealing. Anyway, due to the
way the flights were set up, I would arrive in Heathrow a couple of hours ahead
of the plane Elizabeth was on. No chance even to go to the Hotel, however, since
all the AMEX people were going to be in the airport, and waiting to photograph
our meeting. Elizabeth and I agreed beforehand to simply go for the peck on the
cheek. No need to freak out the kindly sponsors of this trip when we would
finally meet. So, the plane finally landed, and a couple of greeters and
chaperones later, I was in an office in the airport. Awaiting the signal to go
back to the arrivals terminal, and stand and wait for my "e-mail pal", with all
the cameras waiting. And so I stood there, as the people filed past. I had the
her picture in my hand, and a big name badge with "I'm your e-mail pal Michael"
on. I also was in a blue suit, which made me feel like some corporate drone.
Yeah, it sounds corny, but what can you do? Go with the flow, especially since
it was all worth it. And then she came. She had on that same sort of dinky name
badge, but she apparently had no desire to hold a picture of me. She told me
later that she would know her beloved on sight, having memorized every pore of
the pictures I had long since sent her. Not being a specimen of beauty, this
only made me blush. Her clothing was much more free--a poet's shirts over jeans.
Guess it is because they couldn't make her change into something on the plane...
And then our eyes met. The electricity was palpable. Banished were any thoughts
we would not like the sight of each other, dislike each other, or what have you.
Even if she was somewhat overweight and I homely and nerdy looking. I wanted to
kiss those lips of hers, and, I knew, she wanted mine. I licked my lips
nervously, anxious. However, we had to stick to the script. "Elizabeth?"
"Michael?" "I'm your e-mail pal!" "And I am all yours!" Yeah, she slipped, but,
being excited, what could you do? We approached each other, and I kissed her
cheek, admits a sea of flashbulbs. The sweet phrase "That's a wrap." ended the
more or less staged scene, and so the two of us could take a limo to the Hyatt
Hotel, in downtown London. Hustled into the Limo, and we were off.
Unfortunately, we had a Chaperone, this burly guy about my age, wearing a suit
and shades. So, any dreams I had of making out with my love in the car were
hopelessly dashed. So we kept things on the level. We talked about how great it
was that we finally met, and all sorts of filler talk. We talked about the
itineraries we had, and the things we would see. All along this, however, the
jet lag was catching up on us. Plane flights across the Atlantic are LONG. We
both nearly nodded off. Finally the large Hotel, and the heart of downtown
London, had arrived. Unfortunately, we had to undergo another photo op in the
lobby...but I did get to kiss her on the cheek again. Mischievously, I held it a
fraction of a second longer than was necessary, just because it felt good. We
were given our keys, and our luggage was carted up to our rooms. Across the hall
from each other, matter of fact, since we had been given fairly nice suites.
Elizabeth's room had a view of the Tower of London and Tower Bridge. I had to
"settle" for the Monument, St. Paul's Cathedral, and the Telecom Tower. Finally,
and not a moment too soon, all the AMEX people were gone, and there we were, in
the hallway, in our doorways, gazing at each other. "It's great to see you,
love." she smiled at me. "Yes...yes, it finally has happened." I replied. I
stepped forward, and we both emitted large yawns. We both said it at the same
time. "Jet Lag." This brought a laugh, and we met in the middle, for a kiss, at
least. Her lips salty and sweet, and my tongue darted quickly into her warm
mouth, and then back again. Feeling the tiredness in our bodies, we broke the
kiss. "Our first night together, and we are both tired!" she pouted. I wasn't
too happy about this, either. "Lover, tell you what. We will get a nice sleep
tonight, and tomorrow we will have the energy to take on England." I then paused
and added. "As well as each other." With a smile, and a peck on the lips, we
separated, to quickly return to our rooms, and into our beds.
II. Lovers in London
Morning came to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing. Unusual for me, since my
alarm clock is usually set to a radio station, but I didn't know the frequencies
here, and I didn't look at my copy of Timeout last night to set it properly. So,
I made do. I am generally a morning person anyway--rarely do I sleep excessively
late. So, after a quick shower, getting dressed, and primping myself as males
always do but rarely admit, I walked over to Elizabeth's door, and knocked. She
answered the door with a smile and a sudden kiss. She broke it after a few
glorious seconds. "Good Morning!". Indeed, with that sort of morning wakeup, it
certainly was. "Ready for breakfast?" I asked. I figured since that it was free,
spending money or no, having it in the hotel restaurant was a good choice and I
told her so. "Sure, love. I will be right back. Don't go away." She closed the
door, and soon returned with her purse. I debated holding hands with her as we
walked to the elevator. Guess I was afraid of the theoretical AMEX agent
watching us. Silly me. The Elevator was one of those glass elevators, so that
you could see the whole lobby and they could see you. Elizabeth, noticing my
nervousness, whispered in my ear, out of the hearing of the two elderly women
also in with us. "If I have my way lover, by the time this trip is over, we
won't even care that this elevator has glass walls, and that everyone can see
what we do..." She then, teasingly, licked the rim of my ear with my tongue, and
then pulled back, and looked perfectly angelic and innocent. We soon found our
way to the restaurant. As luck would have it, it was rather busy, and so we
strained to hear each other over our particular meals. Elizabeth, as I said
before, much to her eternal lament, although her appearance did not bother me at
all, is a big girl, and so attacked the food with gusto. I was glad this was an
American hotel and not an English one. The English tend not to make much out of
breakfast and after the plane ride, eat, a large breakfast was what we both
wanted. And yes, we did share. About midway through the meal, I decided to be
not such a sneak, and leaned forward with my fork with a bit of sausage, for
Elizabeth to taste. This drew a smile from her lips as her tongue snaked out
between to grab the treat. We finally finished breakfast, and were ready to
tackle London. The rate we were going, we eager to tackle each other, but we DID
have a trip to go on. Thanks to the wonderful placement of the hotel, the Tower
of London was within walking distance, and we decided to go there first. Of
course, as I said, I had been there years ago, but, however, Elizabeth's
interest in the medieval period gave her knowledge of the layout as well. Thus,
she knew about the clipped wings on the ravens, recognized a Beefeater on sight,
and didn't flinch when we saw the chopping block. The Tower of London is not a
single building, mind you. There is the White Tower, where Elizabeth and I saw
the Crown Jewels. There is other buildings and Towers, where we saw the cells
that used to hold the prisoners, including Lady Jane Grey, Queen of England for
9 days, and Sir Walter Raleigh. So, we eventually found ourselves in a period
room of costumes from medieval England. Lots of lace, and ornate clothing.
Elizabeth smiled as "I would LOVE to take you home to Charlotte and have us
dressed like this, Michael. Imagine a large bed, you and I..." She gave me a
smile. Damn Elizabeth. Sexy enough that her imagination alone is enough to
excite me. Someone cruel might say it is overcompensation for her low self
esteem for her appearance. Said someone would also wind up with missing teeth if
I knew they even thought that. She was sexy, unalloyed and unqualified. I closed
the gap between us. There were few people in the room, and so my mouth found
hers. I am sure we were a spectacle to all the tourists, but at the moment we
didn't care. Her lips opened, and our tongues met, as we had dreamed and talked
about for so long. Finally, and before a guard decided to break us up, we
stopped, looking into each other's eyes. The electricity was there, and the fact
that we continued the tour holding hands from then on was but proof. Excited as
we were with each other, there was still stuff to see, and so, instead of
heading back to the Hotel, we instead headed to Tower Bridge. "This is the
bridge most tourists think is London Bridge, but the actual name is Tower
Bridge. London Bridge is that flat boring span over there." I pointed a little
ways down the Thames. We then proceeded to walk across, as many people were
doing. And so, we walked across the picturesque span, even though it was a very
cloudy day, with occasional gusts of raw wind. This latter weather only had the
effect of her occasionally, when we had stopped along the span, to wrap me into
her arms for warmth as we stood together. I continued to point out landmarks
which were easily visible from our vantage points. We decided to forego the tour
of the Bridge itself, since that entailed a rather claustrophobic journey into
its bowels. As evening arrived, we had walked across the Bridge, and to save
some wear and tear on our legs, took the Tube back across the river. We had week
long passes, so it was not a big deal as in terms of a waste of money. We soon
found ourselves in a McDonalds near a section of the old London Wall. "Dates
back to the Roman occupation, Elizabeth." She watched me, enraptured, as I
explained. "As you saw, it begins at what is now the Tower of London, and goes
all the way, or at least, in pieces, to the London Museum in this funky building
called the Barbican. I'd like to show THAT to you tomorrow." Finally, we made it
back to the Hotel. While London has a night life the equal of Chicago's or
probably even better, the two of us had flirted, kissed and held hands all day.
We wanted each other, and both knew it. We flipped a pound coin in the lobby. It
came up heads, and so we decided, just like that, that we would stay in her
room. And so, both of us grinning, we headed into that glass elevator and up to
our floor. We wasted almost no time after getting through the door and closing
it. Almost as soon as I locked it, Elizabeth drew me into the bedroom, and onto
the wide bed with her. No parents. No AMEX. No one but me and my love. Our
mouths met, but for a moment, brief, reassuring. With a quick motion, I pulled
her shirt off, revealing a lacy bra. Black. "Just as you like." She said with a
grin. I unbuttoned it, and revealed her breasts. She hissed with pleasure as I
finally placed my mouth on her right nipple, and began to suck. Her hands ran
down my sides, finding the button to my pants as I first sucked, then nibbled on
her twin breasts, back and forth. With my help, reluctantly ending my
ministrations on her nipples for the moment, I pulled my pants down. My cock,
erect, poked through the crack in the boxers. "It is lovely, J." Elizabeth
smiled. "I want it in me right now. Feel how wet I am for you." She guided a
hand of mine inside the open zipper of her pants. Her panties were already wet,
and getting more soaked. With a smile, I removed her pants and then her panties.
Elizabeth spread her thighs as I pulled down my boxers and started to gently
insert my cock into her. She was, however, not in a gentle mood. She wrapped her
legs around me and lifted her hips for my thrusts. Finally getting the hint, I
began to thrust long, powerful strokes. Elizabeth kneaded her fingers into my
back as I continuing fucking her, wrapped securely between her legs and her
thrusting hips. Soon, she began to moan and I realized that she was close to
orgasm. I grabbed up the tempo and thrust harder and harder, as my own orgasm
was building. She could feel it too, as she ran her fingers through my hair and
occasionally nibbling at my neck. "Cum into me J. Fill me up, lover!" she
rasped. I nodded and thrust harder and harder, intent on just that. However, my
far from frigid lover beat me to the orgasm, tilting her head back and screaming
as her body went into spasms of joy. "Jason!" That put me over the edge. I soon
started shooting deep and hard into her. "Elizabeth!" I panted as I continued to
thrust my spewing cock into her, as my tempo slowed down to a crawl and then a
stop. "Goddess, Jason. That was wonderful!" She leaned to take a kiss from me. I
gladly obliged, although we were both too tired to make it long. We made it up
in the looks in each others eyes. Elizabeth and I had been disappointed to learn
that the English do not go in for hot tubs or spas. We both had fantasized many
a time about enjoying each other's company in one, and I actually had with
previous lovers'. So, we had to settle for showering together before going to
sleep. And believe me, we had fun. Of course, the unspoken rule was that you
could only lather your partner, not yourself. So, Elizabeth devilishly made VERY
sure my cock and crotch were clean, and I enjoyed lathering up her fine ass and
pussy and even inserting a finger inside its warm confines for a second.
Finally, cleaned and undressed, we could finally sleep. I arranged myself so
that I could put an arm about her, and fell blissfully asleep.
III. Rain Rain Don't Go Away
It's amazing which senses come to you first when you stir from sleep. Sight is
usually the last, and hearing is usually the first, as anyone who blearily tries
to find an alarm clock can attest. So, the first thing I heard was the thunder,
the pouring rain from the window. The clouds of yesterday had turned into a full
fledged storm. I turned my head toward the window and it was only then I
realized it. My hands were handcuffed to the bedpost! My eyes finally won the
battle of sleepiness, and I could see. Indeed, it was raining cats and dogs.
And, indeed, my hands were securely handcuffed. The warm fur lining inside the
cuffs kept the cool metal off my hands. The next thing I noticed, I was naked.
As I said, it is funny how you notice these things in a particular order. I
heard a melodious singing, and Elizabeth walked in from the main room of the
suite. She was wearing a red lace bra and panties, and nothing else. "Finally
awake, sleepyhead?" She said, with a smile. I was still in a bit of a daze.
"Um...why am I handcuffed to the bed?" I asked. Oh, in our IRC conversations,
and calls on the phone, we had done a little bondage, but this was rather
real... "Silly love. If I didn't, you'd want to go out into London in the
pouring rain, and catch our death of cold. It will clear up later, so I figured
why not stay indoors until then? And this way, you are guaranteed not to go
anywhere. Why waste one of these moments of gold, eh? So, I have you here, and
you are rather tied up and can't go run away to visit some Museum." "I guess I
can't, now can I?" I said in mock distress. She came over and looked at my erect
cock. "Well, it seems this is not unhappy about your predicament." She grasped
it between her thumb and forefinger, and rubbed along its length. "I think we
will keep this nice and hard, what do you think, love?" "Um..." I looked
brightly up at her eyes, wondering what was next. Then, a growl in my stomach
hit. "I'm hungry, Elizabeth." I said. "Can't you take off the cuffs so that we
can go get some food?" She just chuckled and shook her head. "Oh. I think you
deserve breakfast in bed. And I will be happy to oblige." She walked over to a
bowl with strawberries and grasped a pair and walked over with them. She got
onto the bed and straddled my chest. She then held the strawberry above my open
mouth. "Up love, and get your treat" she said, in a purring voice. I raised my
head and she popped the strawberry in. As I chewed and swallowed it, my eyes
followed her hands as she placed the second strawberry between her beautiful
breasts. "Care for another, my pet?" She teased, leaning a bit closer to me. I
reached up my head, straining at my cuffs, to retrieve the tasty treat.
Elizabeth smiled as I finally managed to grab it in my teeth, brushing my mouth
against her breasts as I did so. She then reached a hand back to stroke my
aching cock. "So, tell me, J, do you want to fuck me. Or do you want me to play
with you a bit more?" The sight of her sitting on me was erotic, believe me.
"Yes, I would like to fuck you Elizabeth." I smiled up at her, straining at my
bonds. She then shook her head, and smiled. "I want your tongue first, lover. I
want you to make love to me with your tongue as you have described over and over
again." She then moved to place her pussy poised inches above my mouth. "Your
NEXT treat, love." I leaned up and she grabbed my head as I began to suck on her
clit. Her eyes closed and she began to moan as I switched to plunging my tongue
between her pussy lips. She reached a hand back, stroking my cock, keeping it
hard and erect and waiting. As if the idea of eating out Elizabeth was not
erotic enough! The handcuffs only were heightening the experience. She slowly
ground herself into my face, getting wetter and wetter as I continued the
assault. She started talking dirty to me. "My handcuffed Jason, having no choice
but to fuck me with his tongue. This feels oh, so good. Keep it up, my lover..."
Finally, she pulled herself off. "I'm so hot...I've GOT to have you in me, now."
She slid down with a smile, and without further ado, she plunged her wet sex
onto my shaft. She began to slide up and down my cock. Sliding up until only the
tip was between her lips, and then with force slamming it into her straight to
the balls. Quickly, I felt the pressure building and felt the tension rise. "I'm
going to come, love!" I rasped as she furiously rode my shaft. She just nodded
and moaned, near her own orgasm. I bucked my hips in time, and finally screamed
out her name as I squirted into her sex. She continued to ride my depleting
cock, finally hitting her orgasm herself. "Jason! Jason!" She gasped, slowing
down and practically falling onto me. She brought her mouth to mine, and we
kissed, my softening cock resting within her. "Feels good to have you in there,
lover" Elizabeth finally said as our lips parted. "Feels good to be in there." I
replied. I couldn't embrace her and she knew it. She was merely content to
embrace me as she lay atop me. She whispered to me. "Don't forget that I might
like my hands bound sometime." She kissed my nose. "Now, love, let's unlock you,
and take a shower. The rain has stopped. Let us go see more of London."
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