First Time [MF]

“I am…so nervous,” I think, as I look in the mirror for the fiftieth time, brushing away an imaginary fleck of mascara. My reflection stares back at me, my eyes wide and questioning. I wonder if we’re doing the right thing. I wonder if the online chemistry will translate to an in real life encounter. I wonder if I’ll throw up or be tongue-tied or spill something while we’re in the hotel bar. I shake my head. It’s too late for these idiotic self-doubts. I’m here, in the hotel, and he’s on his way. Ohmigod, he’s on his way. I begin a pep talk in my head. We’ve been texting and talking for several months. We’ve covered so much, from day-to-day minutiae to marital problems, our desires, our fantasies, our insecurities about ourselves and each other. This should be as simple as meeting an old friend, one who knows us well. But. It’s not. It’s scary. I grab my clutch and my room key and head out the door without checking my reflection again. There’s nothing I can do about it now.

I have the elevator to myself on the way down and clasp my hands in front of me, looking down, lost in thought. The door suddenly opens and I see the bar entrance across the foyer. I walk across, heels clicking on the marble. The bar appears to be empty save for the lone bartender, polishing glasses behind the granite bar top, and a waitress, absentmindedly filing her nails at the end of the bar. I do as we agreed and choose a table that offers a bit of privacy, still allowing me to watch the door for his arrival. The lighting is dim and I breathe a sigh of relief, thinking this will at least create some ambiance if we can’t find it ourselves. I’m early, but he texted me about a half hour ago saying that he was on his way. It shouldn’t be long now. The waitress approaches and I ask for a glass of chardonnay. I just need something to keep my hands busy. She delivers my drink, cool and crisp, and I gently twirl the sweating glass while I wait.

I catch movement out of the corner of my eye and look up and there you are, looking exactly as I expected. Carefully pressed khakis, a button-up shirt unbuttoned at the neck, soft groomed beard and shy smile. You walk towards me and I stand, uncertain whether we will shake hands or hug or kiss or what. You hug me confidently and I am impressed by your bravery. We may have had sex many times in our minds, but that didn’t make the first touch any less scary for me. It is brief and fleeting, but your arms around me feel right in just the way I’d expected and I begin to feel more at ease. You pull my chair out for me and then take the one next to me rather than across from me. The waitress takes your drink order and we make small talk until she returns. I tell you about my flight and about seeing my friend, Rick, earlier in the day. You tell me about your drive and mention some minor tasks you need to take care of before court tomorrow. The waitress delivers your drink and we are finally alone.

I tell you how nervous I have been and the floodgates on the conversation open and soon it feels just like it always has online. The chemistry is on point. Story after story, our hands occasionally touching for emphasis, our knees bumping under the table. Our words are tumbling over one another. You’re telling me what happened at work that morning before you left, and I’m telling you what my best friend said about our plans to get together, and all of a sudden you lean in and kiss me, without any warning at all. Your hand steals up to cradle my cheek. Your lips are soft and warm. Your beard tickles in a wholly not unpleasant way. A sweet kiss, a gentle kiss, a questioning kiss. You lean back and search my face, wondering what I’m thinking. My eyes are wide and dark and I lick my lips and suddenly we’re kissing again, only this time it’s not solely sweet, it’s also exploratory. Your tongue searches for mine, your hand curls around the back of my neck, pulling me towards you, holding me there while you taste and savor doing something in real life that we’ve only talked about. I can’t help the soft moan that escapes me. You lean back and tell me you think it’s time to get out of the bar. You don’t ask me, you tell me. You signal for the check, pay, and stand up, taking my hand and leading me through the bar and back to the elevator.

While we wait, we say nothing, but my hand in yours is warm and your touch is electric to me. The door opens and we step inside, our only words when you ask me what floor and I answer quietly. You push the button and the door closes, and then you’re pushing me against the wall, your hands in my hair, your lips on mine, your body pinning me, holding me, your leg between mine, pushing against me. It’s so…raw and unexpected and overwhelming. I can feel your erection against my hip and I revel in your obvious arousal. I want you and you obviously want me and I would have you right here in the elevator if I could. You feel so good, our tongues fighting one another for purchase, teeth scraping against each other. I can’t breathe or swallow. My hands steal around your waist, my fingers running up and down your back frantically. Too soon, the bell rings and we separate, trying to straighten our clothes and steady our breathing and not look at each other all at the same time. The door opens and you take my hand and lead me into the hallway.

You cock your head at me, querying silently, and I nod to the right and lead the way to my room. You take the room key from my hand and open the door, pushing it inward and letting me enter before you. I walk towards the desk and set my things down as I hear you lean against the door, pushing it shut and throwing the deadbolt. And then you’re behind me and I can feel your breath on my neck as you pull my hair to the side and run your finger over my shoulder and collar bone. Everything is concentrated in your touch, in that one finger, and I feel the electric shock of it in my groin. I lean my head to the side and you kiss my skin, putting your arms around me and pulling me close to your chest, nuzzling me and squeezing me, murmuring that you like my perfume and I smell so good and you can’t believe we’re here, together.

Your arms around me feel warm and strong and I lean back against you, glorying in the contact. You keep dropping little kisses on my neck as your hands begin to move, tracing lightly over my breasts and then squeezing, at first tentatively, but then as I arch my back and press them against your hands, more aggressively. Kneading them and rubbing your thumbs over my nipples, making them harden and pucker. I run my hands over your forearms, feeling goosebumps rise in their wake. You slip your left hand inside the slit in my wrap dress, cupping my breast before reaching inside my bra to touch, to tease. The feeling is…indescribable. I can feel your erection pressing into my ass. I know you’re also enjoying this erotic, over-clothing play. Then your hand is gone and you release me, turning me to face you.

What starts as a gentle kiss quickly deepens, both of us suddenly impatient, and we feast on each other’s mouths, our tongues tangled and probing. You taste so good. You feel so good. Our hands roam over each other’s bodies, getting a sense and a feel for everything we’ve only talked about up to this point. At about the same moment, each of us decides we need more..more contact, more skin. I start unbuttoning your shirt and push it down over your shoulders, shimmying the tshirt underneath over your head. You grab the hem of my dress and pull it off the same way, then remove my bra. My hands move to your belt, but you stop me, pushing me towards the bed, laying me down gently. You tell me you just want to look, to explore, and lay down beside me. Your hands are everywhere, and your mouth follows, kissing, sucking, licking, tasting, teasing. Over my breasts, across my hips, down my thighs. You suck teasingly on my big toe and I can feel it right at my core. Then you’re traversing back up again, hands roaming, lips skimming the insides of my thighs. Your face is between my thighs and you simply stop there, breathing me in. You hook your thumbs in my panties and slowly pull them off me and I am finally naked with you. Your fingers dance on my pussy lips, caressing, spreading, exploring. Your lips follow and then your tongue, probing me, searching for and finding my clit and flicking it gently. Then you’re licking and sucking and teasing me and it is so damn good. You stop and look up at me and give me that little half-smile before getting back to business, circling my clit with your tongue, licking me bottom to top, filling my cunt with your tongue and then your fingers, setting up a constant stroking of my g-spot while you continue pleasuring me with your mouth. I can feel my orgasm building, my hips writhing on the bed, my moans and whimpers drowning out the wet sounds of you lapping my pussy and finger fucking me. My hands are gripping your head, and I’m grinding against your face, begging you not to stop. You begin to suck my clit in a very concentrated way and there it is, my hips rising off the bed as everything inside me explodes and I cry out with an orgasm that shakes me from head to toe. You continue to lick me gently, easing me back from the overwhelming sensations, catching all my juices, murmuring, telling me how much you loved feeling me cum against you.

When my breathing has slowed, you climb up the bed over my body, and I’m cradling your hips and your erection between my legs and you’re kissing me deeply, and I can taste me on you and it is the sexiest, most erotic, most natural thing in the world and I love it. You roll over briefly, away from me just long enough to shed your pants and briefs, and then you’re between my legs again, cradled against me, not moving, just letting my pussy cup and hold your cock. You prop yourself on one arm, using your free hand to play with my breasts, dipping down to suck on my nipples, making them elongate and harden. Your hand roams down my body, and you insert two fingers in my slit, telling me how wet I still am, how much you want your cock wrapped in that warm, wet hole. And then you shush me with your mouth. You tell me to put my hands over my head and you hold them there, supporting yourself with your other arm as you lean back, positioning the head of your cock against my slit and teasing me with it, sliding the tip up and down, wetting it between my moist lips.

You enter me, slowly, letting me get used to you, inch by inch, watching me. As you sink into me, you groan, tell me it feels so fucking good, that you’ve imagined this a hundred times. I wrap my legs around you, pulling you as close into me as possible, your balls resting against my ass, and you flex inside me, making me laugh for the sheer joy of the way you feel within me. You draw back and then plunge in again, repeating this over and over, picking up the pace, pistoning in and out of my pussy, filling me completely, touching every part of me. As you do, you maintain eye contact with me, both of us lost in the sensation of our fucking. I can feel a second orgasm building, every thrust against me driving me higher. I am gripping you so tightly, meeting you thrust for thrust and you feel so fucking good. I can both feel and see that you’re nearly there and I moan, begging you to wait for me as you drive yourself into me one final time before everything bursts into a million sparks in my head and you cry out, bathing my pussy in spurt after spurt of warm cum, thrusting to wring every drop from your cock into me.

Spent, you collapse on me, releasing my hands and resting your head on my chest. My arms cradle you and I rub your back gently as you lay against me, sweaty and tired and sated. You roll over and scoop me close to you, cradling me against your chest, and we both lie there as our breathing steadies. My hand draws lazy circles on your chest, yours doing the same on my arm. You lean down for a kiss and then lay back, and we sleep, satiated in real life for the first time.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8sl76x/first_time_mf