Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: jvstin@admin.con2.com (Paul Weimer) Subject: Repost:Moments of Gold I have no idea why it was incomplete the last time on this newsgroup while whole on a.s.s., but here it is again... Moderator's note ------ I don't know. From the looks of it, it was a problem on this side, but I am not sure what. I remember the story being intact when I got it. By the way, I reformated this for you. When it arrived in my box it had the longline/shortline formatting of an article wrapped by a piece of braindead(*) software. (*) If vim can correctly reformat text, there is no excuse for Free Agent or the like to not be able to. ------ end note ********************************************************************** Moments of Gold By Rayv and Jvstin Send all feedback to jvstin@admin.con2.com and misha@lightspeed.net Permission granted to freely distribute this as long as it is complete, and full credit is given. "Moments of Gold" 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 seperate 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 compatability. 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 palapable. 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, admist 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 intineraries 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. Mischeviously, 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 seperated, 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, etal, 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 snook, 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 occassional gusts of raw wind. This latter weather only had the effect of her occassionally, 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 occassionally 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 dissappointed to learn that the English do not go in for hottubs 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." I hadn't even noticed the storm was over. Paul Weimer "A little Censorship is like being a little bit pregnant..." jvstin@admin.con2.com Http://www.con2.com/files/Authors/j/wwwvstin -- Story Submission: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site: (Not pretty yet)