I realized as I waited at the bar that I had never seen her face. I had been searching for her in the crowd, but I only know her by voice. Mandy and I had met on an online forum months before. She messaged me privately, and we slowly got to know each other. After we got past the awkwardness of our anonymity, we began calling each other. First for only a few minutes, but after a month of this our conversations could last hours.

I was attracted to smoothness of her voice and the way she always laughed at my jokes. I found myself looking forward to these calls all day. Our conversations sometimes became intimate, and I would place the phone on speaker beside my bed as I hurried to remove my clothes. Her breathing would turn rough as she and I both orgasmed, in separate beds across the state.

We were both afraid of meeting in person. I was secretly frightened that I would find her unattractive and her allure would be ruined. I am sure she felt the same, and perhaps she too was self-conscious about the imperfections she found in herself. Whatever our reasons, it was months before we broached the subject of meeting. After we finalized our plans, I couldn’t wait for the date. I nervously checked her profile a hundred times before deciding what to wear. She is a five foot nine brunette who loves to hike, and I am listed as a five foot four film enthusiast. I hoped she wouldn’t realize that I exaggerated my height a little, and to compensate I wore heels.

It took me three hours to drive down state to meet her at a bar we had decided on. I ordered a whiskey sour to ease my nerves, and the minutes crept slowly by while I contemplated buying another drink. A woman in black silk sat beside me and brushed her arm against mine as she beckoned the bartender. I turned away from her to let her know that I was not interested. The gay bar was just our meeting place, and I was not there to look for any other women but her, Mandy, my tall brunette.

I feel something cool against my arm and when I turned I realized a woman in black silk had pressed a whiskey sour against my arm, a replacement for the drink I had just finished. I leaned towards her and thanked her for the drink that I couldn’t possibly accept because I was waiting for someone. She asked me in that smooth, slow draw that I recognized, if she was as pretty as the date I was waiting on.

I laughed and felt my skin turn pink with embarrassment. I didn’t think to ask her earlier what she would be wearing because I just assumed I would know her instantly. The woman who was now standing in front of me was more gorgeous than I could even imagine. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the clubs awkward orange lighting, and her dark hair was piled in into a bun with smooth wavy curls escaping the clip. Her eyes seemed to do just as much laughing as her mouth when she held out her hand to mine. I reached out and grabbed that hand for the first time as she pulled me out onto the dance floor.

I slipped my hands around her hips, my fingers were smooth against the silk of her dress, and I pressed my body tightly to hers. I was insanely happy that I had worn heels to match our heights; I was at the perfect level to look into her dark brown eyes and kiss her perfect smiling lips. We didn’t need to talk that night. I was content to hold her and sway in the dizzying disco lights while crappy old music blared in the background.

We got into her car after the bar closed, and I held her hand against my thigh as I stared either directly at her or her reflection in the passenger seat window. Even the lights of the city night seemed as if they had been turned on as a background to her smile.

When we got to the hotel I felt my nerves return, Mandy seemed so much more confident than I. She held my hand all the way into the elevator, and when the door closed we fell into each other like we were starving. Her kisses tasted sweet and firm, and she melted into me like molasses. When the elevator slowed to a stop and the doors opened, we pried ourselves apart and stood there gasping with our hands entwined, like school children caught by a teacher. A man got onto the elevator as we rushed out, eager to get to her room and begin the physical relationship that we had craved for so long.

She fumbled with the electronic key to the door and I took it from her, scanning us into the room. I barely saw the beige room before I pressed her into the mattress and climbed up on top of her. I undid her hair and spread it around her. I asked her to lie still as I explored her body. I reached around to the back of her neck and undid the tie that held her dress up. I slowly pulled the dress down and her skin felt as smooth as the silk underneath my fingertips. The fabric slid down her collarbone and over her already firm nipples, I pressed each one into my mouth and lightly sucked until her breath turned rough. She jutted her hips forward, and I brought her dress down below her navel kissing my way down to her sex. I pulled the rest of her dress down around her toes and reached up with my hands to her underwear. I could feel the wetness of her need against my fingertips as I lightly grazed each finger against her. I pulled my body up on top of hers and kissed her deeply while my right hand pushed aside her thong and pressed its way deep inside of her cunt.
She moved and buckled against my hand; her noises not at all quiet in my ear. She screamed and pulled herself close to my clothed body as she came.

After she finished, she pulled off my clothing roughly and pressed my front into the bed. She straddled my back and reached her hand around my body to find my clit. She pressed her fingers into me and with her other hand she squeezed and rubbed my nipple. She bit onto my neck, and my orgasm came just as quickly and harshly as hers had.

She lay in my arms the whole weekend of her visit, and we never left that hotel room. We still talk every week or so, and I can’t help but smile when I hear her sweet low voice on the other end of the line. I can’t believe that the goddess in black silk is the same woman who listens to me chatter for hours on end.