I had been talking to John online for months - I met him in a CD chat room and we progressed to swapping emails and pictures and then going on webcam. After three months of webcam we had seen just about everything there was to see of each other - me always dressed for him and him often undressed for me!

When he asked me to meet him I was scared but it seemed the right thing - we already knew what we each looked like and I trusted him. So I said yes and then panicked for the next three days.

We arranged to meet in a car park in the Ashdown Forest near where he lives at 2:00pm on Thursday. But I was up at dawn showering, shaving, creaming and doing my makeup - I think I was ready by about 9:00am so I spent the next couple of hours dressing and undressing, trying on this, then that, outfit.

Finally, I settled on a silver top and black skirt that I knew he liked, especially as it only came to mid thigh. I matched it with my favourite black undies - lacy bra, thong and matching deep-cut garter belt - and black stockings and four inch shiny court shoes.

My hair was shoulder length, curled at the ends and matched my natural blonde hair as well. My make up was the best I had ever managed and my lips were glossy and red. I looked a picture!

Then into the car and the two hour drive to meet him - the first time I had ever left the house in daylight fully dressed and the first time I had driven in daylight as Tiffany. It was going to be a day of firsts.

Bang on 2.00 I got to the car park and drove in - I knew I was looking for a large blue Volvo estate and sure enough it was there but parked in a bay for a single car. It meant I had to park a little away from him and get out and walk to his car - I knew he had planned that to be the case.

There were two other cars parked there with people sitting in them and I had to walk past both to get to John's car. I plucked up courage, opened the car door, and swung my silky legs and shiny heels out. I stood up, closed the door, straightened my skirt and started to walk slowly towards him.

I could feel the eyes in the other cars watching me as I tottered across the rough surface in my heels, my heart beating faster and faster, my confidence draining with every step. Finally I reached the Volvo and with relief opened the door and slid in beside my real life John for the first time.

We smiled and said a whispered hello to each other and then he simply leaned towards me and placed a very gentle kiss on my lips. My first male kiss and it seemed so natural and right. For the next few minutes we made very polite and banal conversation but all the time the tension was rising and we both knew something was about to happen.

Finally he said, "Come here Tiffs, I want to kiss you properly now" and he slipped an arm around my shoulders and drew me to him for my first proper kiss