Two long-distance friends engage in some close-distance love

"New media and new communication methods have given us an unprecedented avenue to connect with other people and truly remove the traditional barriers of distance from our relationships. But are we really taking advantage of all the sexy ways we can use it?"

She talked for nearly an hour about fun and sexy things we could do with technology and the internet. A lot of them were things we'd done through IM and text in the last year or so as our relationship had turned a little more sexual.

Every once in a while, we would lock eyes for a brief moment as she scanned the room talking and I could see the ghost of a smile touch her perfect lips, like she was struggling not to get caught up in the memory that had unconsciously surfaced.

When it came time for questions and answers, a dozen men rushed the microphones set up to ask questions. The last, "What are you doing later?" got a good laugh from the audience and from Elizabeth.

"Oh, I've got some plans already, sorry."

I shivered. I could tell most men in the audience were thinking the same thing as the last guy who'd asked the question, and I knew those plans were with me.

When the room had emptied of everyone except for the half dozen men who stood waiting around the stage, I got out of my seat and casually moved toward the front of the room. Elizabeth hadn't paused in her conversation, but I did see her eyes flick to me and then back to the man she was speaking with.

Gracefully, she excused herself from the group and made her way over to where I stood.

"Hey, stranger." She called softly as she approached. "Hear anything you liked?"

I did my best to flash a charming boyish smile, though I'm sure I failed. "Oh, a few things, I guess. Kind of jealous of the person you figured out that presentation with, to be honest."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the double doors at the entrance to the auditorium. "Well, he is a pretty fun guy. Kind of wish there was someone else here like him to help work out some of the post-panel tension."

"Yeah, I'm sure that'd be nice. Shame it's just me and, " with a quick glance over my shoulder to the guys still standing and talking at the front of the room, " those five gentlemen back there."

She laughed. "I'm good, but six guys is a bit much, even for me." She lead me to the elevator. When we got in, she pushed the 12 for her room and as the doors closed, she was on me again - just like before.

She pressed me up against the wall, pulling my head back down to hers to meet her lips. Our tongues pressed together, teeth playfully bit lips, and our hands roamed everywhere. After six floors of that intensity, she again unbuttoned my pants to try and pull out my dick. She'd run out of time before, but this time we had more than enough.

Her mouth engulfed it as soon as it sprang free and my knees nearly buckled and spilled me to the floor. The elevator chimed the 11th floor and as I realized the doors would open any second, I was paralyzed and wanted to do nothing, couldn't do anything to stop now.

As the doors opened, there was, thankfully no one looking in as she pulled off of me and I hastily stuffed myself back into my pants. We exited the elevator as another couple turned the corner and strode in. I briefly wondered if they could smell us - how hot it had been in the elevator only moments before. The doors slid closed behind us as we stumbled down the hallway together, a jumble of caressing arms, desperate kisses and awkward travel.

It took three tries for her to get the keycard into the door, though to be honest, I was probably not making it any easier on her. I'd worked one of her breasts free as we'd moved down the hall and was sucking on her nipples, to her encouraging gasps.

When the door swung open, we collapsed into the room.

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