Just a week had passed since Paddy had first encountered Liz during an afternoon of “surfing” through chat rooms on AOL, an entertaining respite from the drudgery of his marketing business that he occasionally escaped to during the week. Paddy couldn’t even remember where he’d found her... probably “Married Chat”... he liked those rooms best... best chance to discover somewhat “normal” ladies, though the vast majority were lonely, overweight “cyber queens”. He chuckled at the image.
34/female .. NY.. married (who cares LOL) 5-7 130... long blonde/blue eyes.. long curvy legs
(in thong hehe)... 36D
Translation:
“I’m a kinda frumpy 30 something (looks 40 something).. 5-4 160.. mouse brown hair in pincurlers
wearing my favorite torn maroon housecoat and Garfield slippers.. even though its 3 PM and I haven’t showered in two days...”
But..hey..so what? If a little charge lifts you up while typing fantasies on your keyboard... good for you, honey. Certainly, the sales of “auto sexual aids” had skyrocketed since AOL led the way into a world of cyberspace love affairs. Good for everybody, thought Paddy with a sly grin. Well, not everybody... He had chatted with Liz, easily and without the usual opening dialogue of “where/age/look like” etc. for at least 15 minutes before she told Paddy she was from Ohio.
“I’m from Cinti.. what part are you”, he answered
“Me too”, typed Liz
“Hmm... now that is dangerous...lol”, answered Paddy, smiling
Their banter continued for another thirty minutes, and they promised to meet again online the next day. Of course, the “next day” became every day for the past week, and their chats became much more personal, and much more revealing of each other’s deepest feelings, fantasies, and desires. Liz was a 36 year old mother of two, ex-airline hostess, “happily” married to an affluent OBGYN. Everything in her “Mayberry” life was just perfect... except Liz was bored out of her mind. Old story... new player. Husband who was good at everything he did... except he didn’t even remotely know his wife, and hence, gave her about as much “sensual satisfaction” as he did his 100 patients a day as they attempted mindless chatter while their feet rested in stirrups and the handsome doctor probed their seldom used privates with a cold metal spoon. Oh well. Paddy to the rescue.
Yesterday, they had taken their new relationship to the “next level”. Liz had given him her phone number, and asked if he would call. Normally, this step might not occur for months... if ever. But, there was something about her... her honesty and straight forward style... that appealed to Paddy, and made him trust her very quickly. They talked for almost an hour, with most of the time spent laughing. He had quickly grown to love the deep, throaty sound of her laugh... and the sultry sound of her speech, as well.
“You know, Paddy, your spoken words do even more for me than your witty typed ones”, Liz said as their conversation drew to a close. “I’m laughing... but there’s alot more than my tear ducts secreting... if you get my drift.”
“Really,” he deadpanned. “I personally don’t secrete a whole hell of alot... but I do get your drift.. and I’m feeling more than a little tremor or two myself.”
“Hmmm. Well, at the risk of being too aggressive, I’d very much like to meet you,” she replied softly. “No hotels... nothing like that, Paddy. Just meet and experience your eyes with your voice.”
“A meeting, huh? That’s possible. Coffee, lunch, a drink? Or, maybe just a talk in a park... by a lake. Any are possible, Liz.”
“I’ll take door #4... if that’s okay,” she answered.
And so they had agreed to meet today, in the late afternoon, at a remote lake where Paddy had taken his Lab many times for quiet fishing and just to be alone. His stomach knotted a little as he neared the entrance to the state park, wondering what the real Liz would look like...BE like. She had never emailed him a photo, claming no scanner or knowledge of how one creates such a file, so his idea what to expect was based only on her vague self description. He had sent her one, but he didn’t think “that guy” even remotely resembled the old fart who stared back at him every morning when he shaved. Liz thought “that guy” was handsome. He wondered what she’d think of the guy driving up to meet her today. Oh well, he mused smiling, if she doesn’t light up like a Christmas tree... I’ll just say my name is Jasper and ask for directions to the Elks Club.
As Paddy rounded the last curve in the long road to the boat launch area, he spotted a silver Mercedes roadster parked alone in the deserted lot. He slowed, pulling behind it, reading the vanity plate... “BUSDRVR”. “Well, well... one point for humor. Small bus, Mom,” Paddy whispered to himself, turning off his ignition. They both opened their doors at the same time, climbing out, then standing ten feet apart. Neither moved forward as Paddy gave the attractive woman in front of him a crooked grin, allowing his green eyes to travel slowly from her head to her shapely legs and sandaled feet... making not even the slightest effort to disguise his slow appraisal. She, too, was in no hurry to move... enjoying her own slow examination of Paddy, and also enjoying the tingle she felt as his eyes moved over every inch of her, like silken fingertips.
“I hope you aren’t dangerous,” she spoke, finally breaking the silence.
“Well, that depends on your definition of ‘dangerous’, I suppose. I’m not violent or abusive... maybe even a gentleman. But, some have said I represent an element of danger,” he answered, smiling and moving forward....
(to be continued)
