Crossing the Border - Sex Stories

Crossing the Border

My mind is racing, my heart pumping as I am driving closer and closer to you. I know it is kind of early and we'll we have only known each other for about a month, but the passion and connection between us is too great to pass up. I wish I never would have read your stories, never would have fallen for that beautiful picture of you. You drew me in and we connected immediately, chatting about all the nerdy and dorky things we enjoy. I love how we could make each other laugh, and poke fun of one another in a way that most people would take as offensive, as to we would brush them off and laugh. I still can’t believe you talked to me, messaging me almost every day and how I would smile, and feel my jaw hurt, from smiling so much. I snap back into reality as I almost hit a curb, driving and daydreaming is not safe, as I slap myself to stay more focused as I try to stay calm. I have wanted to meet you from the first day we talked. Driving down the highway I begin to think about what I am going to say when I meet you, and what will you be wearing? See we are distanced and separated by a border, so it isn’t that easy to just drive over and see each other. We both agreed to meet and walk and talk for a little bit, but the nervousness and anxiousness has me overwhelmed and I am not sure how this car is still in one piece. I finally pull into the parking lot near the border and look into the mirror, fixing my hair, fidgeting my fingers and my collared shirt. I’m a tall slender guy, ...

... mid twenties and I decided to wear nice slacks and a collared button down shirt, but no tie. I figured I didn’t want to over dress and look like a complete dork. I would be shocked when we meet if she didn’t ask where my pocket protector is. I begin to laugh a little and it helps me calm down, but my cheeks are still flush, my ears warm too, knowing I am fully aware that I am nervous at the situation at hand. Being in business I talk to people on a regular day, shake hands and hold conversations down really well, but no way could I have prepared for this moment as I begin to walk near the path towards the border. We both agreed to meet halfway on the bridge, the point where I would have to show my identification and state my cause for going over. Now my normal pace is quite fast due to having long legs, but it felt as if I had concrete shoes on because my feet were walking so slowly. It’s not that I didn’t want to go, it was more of I had so many butterflies floating around and was really nervous. As I approached the booth at the midpoint I looked for you and saw nothing, then turning to the officer handing my passport and stating my reason for coming over the border. He looked the paperwork over, taking his time and asking me a few other questions. That was right when I saw you, looking out over the bridge, you looked absolutely stunning. You wore a nice cute sundress that showed off your body in the sexiest way. Your hair looked beautiful, curly and hanging down past your ...