I once had a private online conversation for two years with a woman who was also married. We never exchanged photos or phone calls.
Katey suggested we meet. When we got past the nerves, we settled on a little town nestled in the mountains where both of us were sure no one knew us. She rented the room and texted me. Number 12 at an Econo 6 on the way in.
I parked well away from the door. I hesitated, unsure this was truly a Rubicon I wanted to cross. I blocked my worries and charged across the parking lot. I didn’t knock. It glided open. Standing behind it was a beautiful woman in her 30s.
It could have been anything standing inside. She must have been thinking the same thing because she sighed in relief. She had mousy blonde hair that fell straight to half way down her back and glowing pale skin. She was filled out, but fit. She smiled and nodded at me and I nodded back. She began unbuttoning her shirt. I followed suit, move for move. We were soon facing each other naked.