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Subject: {ASSM} "Meeting a Fan" (MF true) by Creampie Eater
Date: Sat,  9 Aug 2003 21:10:06 -0400
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DISCLAIMER:

This is a story about sex between consenting adults.
If you are not an adult, you cannot consent, even to
read this story. Therefore, read something else. Note
also that my stories may portray sexual acts that are
not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading
this, you know it. Even so, caveat lector.

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Meeting a Fan
-------------

I had basically given up on ever meeting a fan of my
erotica.  Over the last six years, many meetings had
been set up and fallen through.  My expectations of
setting up a meeting was zero, and having the meeting
actually happen was less than zero.

So when Jamie wrote from the Yahoo Group, I didn't
expect anything than friendly correspondence.  Over
some weeks or months, I had learned to welcome her
email like a note from a penpal.  I certainly never
expected to meet her.

In a recent post, I pointed out that it was my 98th
posted story and solicited ideas for my Centenary
Story.  Some weeks later, she wrote to ask if I had
received any good ideas.  Abruptly, she asked if I
wanted to meet her.  Up until then, I hadn't even
mentally noted that she was a woman!  Her suggestion
to meet brought a sharp focus to our correspondence.

"Do you live in Houston?" I asked, giving the question
that stopped 95% of all requests to meet.  People
somehow assume I live in their town.

"We probably live closer than you think," she replied.
 I was shocked to learn that she lived only 7.50 miles
from my office.  Better, she lived about 4 miles from
my newest big client.  We actually could meet.  I was
amazed.  Even more incredible, she said she was more
than a fan, she was a groupie.

Our emails flew back and forth, and we spoke on the
phone.  We arranged a breakfast meeting for today at a
Denny's near my new client.  Then, because we were
both excited, we pushed it up a day to yesterday.  She
told me many times that she would be there, because
she knew how many times I had been disappointed.

Houston has horrible traffic, so I left 45 minutes
before the meeting.  At the time we were to meet, 6:30
AM, there was little traffic so I arrived in only 20
minutes.  I settled into a booth to wait the 25
minutes before she arrived.

Well, when it was 5 minutes past the meeting time, I
began to consider how long I would wait before I
bailed out.  I mentally prepared zingers to hurl at
her.  Happily, my growing depression dissipated when
she walked in the door.

Unlike some stories of faked identity, she looked just
like her picture.  Maybe better.  She is no longer a
child, but wears her maturity gracefully.  Her body
was very nice.  She has wonderful eyes and, yes, a
bob.  On top of it all, she smelled fantastic.

I think I made her uncomfortable by staring.  I
couldn't help myself, because we had teased each other
into a frenzy and yet she had come and she was so much
better than I had hoped.  I suppose I also smiled like
a stupid fool, but she was gracious enough to not
mention it.  The plan for the meeting was for it to be
completely g-rated, because all I wanted was to
successfully meet a fan for once, but already I was
hoping it would turn x-rated.

We had a cup of coffee, but neither of us felt like
eating.  We talked a little about nothing in
particular, preferring not to express our mutual
attraction.  Finally, I mustered up the cojones to ask
if she might want to go out to my truck for some
kissing.  She had mentioned she lived 5 minutes away,
but traffic had expanded that to 15 minutes, so going
back to her place was impractical.  She agreed to get
in my truck, and we took off.

I drove behind the motel that was next door, and we
kissed.  I think we were in a time warp because time
just stopped.  Our kisses were hot, deep, and
long-lasting.  Jamie said she liked kissing, and I
believed her.  It was very, very nice to kiss someone
who wanted to kiss me back.

Except for me asking to feel her pussy (and her
agreeing), it was like being on a high-school date. 
The main difference was that we were both old enough
to feel free to respond, and we did.  Both of us
muttered those little sighs and sounds that denote
passion.

Finally, though, we both had to head to our offices. 
We made arrangements to meet today to do more
exploring.  Both of us agreed that we were attracted
to the other, and that sex was to be the main event.

The rest of the day crawled.  I had to write a
business proposal and I ended up with a horrible
headache.  The only thing that made the day bearable
was the thought of seeing Jamie today, and emailing
her back and forth.

I got up this morning and made coffee, both excited
and nervous.  I was having performance anxiety!  I was
so looking forward to seeing her, but I wanted to
please her too.  What if I didn't?

I navigated to her house, and immediately misread the
directions to her condo.  She spied me and called me
back.  Wanting to break the ice, I kissed her right
there on the sidewalk.  Then she led me up to her
second-story condo.  It's a really nice place,
comfortable for a single lady, but I only had eyes for
her.

She handed me a hanger, because we had discussed my
need to basically get naked as soon as practical.  The
worse thing about cheating on a spouse is having to
hide so many things.  I had a business meeting
downtown following our tryst, so I was wearing a suit.
 I could not have traces of Jamie or of our meeting on
me, and she understood that.

Quickly enough, I was in my under shorts and t-shirt,
so I could turn my attention to her.  She was wearing
a blouse of some kind and shorts sans panties.  I held
her close and we kissed deeply again.  I liked kissing
her, a lot.  She made sounds of pleasure, and I turned
her around to face away from me.  I held her close,
letting my hands roam slowly over her body while I
kissed her neck and ears.

It took a long time before she was nude.  This was
foreplay made deliberately slow.  I spent a long time
caressing her skin, feeling her tremble.  Eventually,
I stripped completely and we moved to the bed.

Again, more kissing.  Now though, I was exploring her
more intimately.  My fingers slid down to begin
manually manipulating her pussy.  She didn't wetten
like a teenage juicy slut, but a little saliva took
care of the friction.  I felt her breathing quicken,
and brought my fingers to her mouth, telling her to
get them wet.  It took several round trips between her
pussy and her mouth  to get her sloppy wet with her
own saliva, and then my fingers flew over her hard
clit.

Its interesting to me to see how women orgasm
differently.  Jamie isn't loud (I'm not either), but
she tenses up like she's doing abdominal crunches. 
Her mouth opened in a wide O, like she was about to
scream, but no sound came out.  I kept my fingers
dancing on her hard little bud for as long as she kept
cumming.  When she relaxed after a minute, I realized
she was done.

I leaned back over her and we kissed for a little
more.  A slow smile crept onto her face, and I knew
she was ready to go some more.  That's when I made my
special request.

Despite having written about them for years, I had
never had a snowball.  This is mainly due to the fact
that my wife hasn't sucked my cock since before we
were married in 1986.  She hates the idea of putting
my dick in her mouth.  So, I asked Jamie if she would
give me my first cocksucking in almost two decades,
and further, if she would be open to snowballing me. 
She agreed hungrily.

I laid on my back in the classic "guy getting a BJ"
position, my hands behind my head to prop it up so
that I could see.  Jamie laid next to me, and without
any delay started to suck my cock.  I don't know what
was the bigger rush, the mental knowledge that I was
with a woman who was happily sucking me or Jamie's
talented mouth.  I watched her bobbing up and down,
stroking her hair and just enjoying.

She stopped for a minute to come up and kiss me.  The
knowledge that her mouth was just on my dick was quite
erotic, and I probably said something silly like "kiss
me with that cocksucking mouth of yours".  She smiled
and did so, making sure to thrill me with her tongue
probing deep into my mouth.  I had to suck her tongue
like a baby dick before she slid down to resume
blowing me.

Despite the pleasure of the moment, it took a while
for me to relax enough to cum.  I had been so worried
about not pleasing Jamie, and perhaps cumming
prematurely, that I had programmed myself to delay my
orgasm.  Now I had to learn to relax and enjoy Jamie. 
Finally, I felt myself about to let go with my seed. 
I warned Jamie that I was about to cum, in case she
wanted to change her mind.  Then, I came.

Shot after shot of cum flew out of me and into Jamie's
mouth.  The idea that I might be tasting it soon kept
me cumming.  It was a large load.  When I was done
ejaculating, I slumped back, happily relaxed after the
tension of the orgasm.

But Jamie slid up as I had requested.  She loomed
large over my face, her lips clamped shut into a Mona
Lisa smile.  I opened my mouth, she lowered hers to
mine, and I received my first snowball.  Again, time
stood still as the kiss lingered.  We fought over the
cum I had produced, tongues grappling fiercely.  It
was about as erotic a kiss as I could remember.  Even
after the cum was down our throats, we kissed on.

Finally, we rolled over to lie side by side.  I
suspect Jamie thought I would immediately slide down
and eat her pussy, given how much I like oral sex. 
But the fact is that I felt really close to her and
just wanted to know her better.  So we talked for a
while, building intimacy.  It was really nice. 
Eventually, I kissed her and then began sliding down. 
I was hungry to eat this special woman.

Jamie has a nicely groomed pussy, with a trimmed patch
and shaved lips.  It was beautiful to look at, pink
and healthy.  It was even better to suck!  My tongue
found its way into heaven, sliding over her slick
shaven pussy easily.  I loved the look and feel of her
pussy!

As I got really into it, she had a question about why
people talk about mints and oral sex.  I just happened
to have bought a pack of those Listerine CoolMint
Strips, and I retrieved them and returned to her.  She
noticed the difference immediately, and I think she
liked it!

Jamie was a treat, responding when I did the right
thing.  She was alive on my mouth, moving against me,
letting me lick her deep.  I found I could put her
entire vulva in my mouth while still pressing my
tongue in and out.  Neither of us is loud, but the
room was alive with little gasps, growls, and sighs.

An issue we had to deal with was that Jamie wasn't on
birth control.  She's not menopausal, either.  She
says that she isn't worried, and that I should feel
free to fill her with cum.  But, I cannot start
another family, and the fear of that is strong.  I
really wanted to fuck her bad, but I didn't want her
pregnant.  Damn.  Life is so unlike a story in some
important ways.

Despite my fears, I slid up to kiss her with my
pussy-eating mouth and to slide my cock in.  We kissed
more as I sank in deeply.  A couple strokes and I
pulled out to suck her newly-opened pussy.  Fact is, I
prefer giving oral to fucking.  Fucking a little to
open her up was just enough (at least for me).

Jamie loved it, and after a few cycles of this, she
came again.

Again, I was far from cumming and now time wasn't on
my side.  I needed to head out to my meeting downtown.
 But, since Jamie was open to cocksucking, I wanted to
try something I never had: 69.  The sex act had always
fascinated me intellectually, but never having had an
oral partner it was something I'd not tried.  Jamie
readily agreed, and even allowed me to be on the
bottom.

She straddled my face and then leaned down to suck me.
 I looked up at her pretty pussy, and wanted it right
on my face.  I pulled her hips down until we were
tightly locked together.  My nose was practically in
her butt cheeks, but my interest was in sucking her
pussy.  It was so hot and sexy to give and take
pleasure this way.

But, again, I couldn't give up enough self-control to
cum.  I eventually informed her, but Jamie seemed
determined to take my seed again.  She bobbed up and
down, fucking my cock with her pretty mouth.  Suddenly
though, reality overcame desires, and she began to
cough and gag.  She leapt from the bed to run to the
bathroom and swallow some water.

It was a rather unglamorous end to such a sexy union.

I dressed and we kissed some more.  We agreed that
this was only the first time we'd meet, and since then
we have talked about how to find a compatible time.

As I drove to my meeting, I reflected on whether I had
met her expectations.  She had said she was a groupie,
so presumably just meeting me would be enough, and she
should have a post-orgasmic glow for weeks.  But the
fact is that I know she wanted to have me cum deep
inside her and then greedily suck it out.  I guess
that gives us just another reason to meet.

So, here it is, my 100th story.  Oddly enough, it is a
rare true story.  Even odder, there was no creampie
eating.  Like Jamie, you'll have to wait for the next
time to get a creampie cleaned out.

--------

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