Sitting on the plane, going over in my mind every picture I have ever seen of you. Dreaming about how I will feel to finally have the chance to look upon the most gorgeous face I know.
I sit there thinking about how I will react to seeing you. Would I see your face and run straight into your arms hugging you not caring what you think? Would I see your face and fall to my knees unable to breathe or move? Would I just smile, feeling the sting of tears in my eyes and walk up to you and introduce myself?
I go over and over this in my mind, scared to death; scared that I will not see the same feelings in you. Or that they will be there – vibrant and brilliant. Somehow I manage to put it out of my mind, I close my eyes and listen to my music. The plane makes its final decent, as the wheels hit the tarmac, I feel anxious. I feel my heart racing, trepidation filling me. My palms sweating, my legs feeling like jelly.
Finally the time is here. After a seemingly endless ride to the terminal, the plane starts to let passengers disembark. People smiling, people laughing, people going on to their destinations. Thankful to be sitting in the rear of the plane. Feeling as if I might vomit; I swallow hard in an attempt to keep my lunch down. Scared to death; yet feeling exhilarated at the same time. With adrenaline pumping through my rapidly beating heart, I stand up and grab my bag.
Thinking to myself over and over, “What if she meets me and there is nothing there, what if she is disappointed in what she sees, ” what-if after what-if running through my mind, then finally; “If there was nothing there, why would she be waiting for you here?” I smile and let that sink in as I walk to the front of the plane, disembarking the jet. The jet way seems to stretch out right before my eyes. My mind racing, my feet still moving, thankful that I hadn’t fallen over. I arrive in the concourse on time.
“I don’t see her;” thinking almost out loud, looking around, glancing at each face for a second and then moving on to the next, looking for familiar features. Thinking to myself “She got scared, she isn’t here; why didn’t she come?” I continue to scan the people, the people happily waiting for their friends and loved ones. I see people embracing, people crying, people carrying on happily, unaware that my insides are almost literally ripping away, as I continue to look, unable to find you.
Suddenly, the whole room seems to blur out of focus, my whole body seems to react quivering at the sight of you. Feeling as if I am going to fall out of my seat, as I spot you. Your smile the only thing crystal clear in a room turning in circles around me. Stepping out from behind another man, I see you. I jump out of my seat, beaming and filled with the greatest relief I have ever known.
I close my eyes for a second, take a deep breath, and start heading towards you. Each step I take feels more right then the step before. Mere feet from you, I start to feel tears stinging my eyes, warning me, warning me of the impending gush; I can’t control. I close my eyes slowly, feeling the first tear trickle down my face, I open them and see your arms spread apart, beckoning me to them.
We embrace, feeling the beating of your heart pressed against me, I say in a tone just above a whisper, “Are you real, am I dreaming?” You look down at me, wiping my tears away, seeing your features for the very first time, “What do you think?” Your incredible smile almost glowing as you look at me. I look into your eyes, the irrevocability of getting lost in the color hitting me. The only words filling my mind are wow, and amazing.
“Are you hungry?”
“Sure, starving actually; thought I might lose what little lunch I managed to eat on the plane. But I am more than fine now, and indeed quite hungry.”
We decide on pizza and beer. Heading to the car and putting my bags into the trunk. I look at you standing across the car from me, our eyes locked upon one another. A huge smile jetting across my face, just to really look at you.
They seat us at a booth next to the window. I slide inside and you next to me. The waitress comes and takes our order, bringing us the beer we requested. I look around taking the place into me, creating this magical memory, I will soon not forget. Feeling dumbfounded every time I look at you, finally; really looking into your eyes.
Our pizza comes and we serve ourselves, taking that first bite, tasting it as the flavors explode in a magical symphony inside my mouth. “Wow, your right this is the best. It definitely makes every other pizza I have had my whole life taste like crackers with ketchup.” We laugh at that. We sit and talk for some time, as if we had been friends for years and years.
I sit back in the booth stuffed to the brim, sipping on my beer. I put my hand on your thigh, just holding it there, happiness filling me, happiness to be able to touch you and not just dream about it. You look at me briefly and smile, feeling your hand on top of mine. After a few more beers, we pay the bill and head to your apartment.
We head upstairs you open the door, with a shock I step inside, this seemingly very familiar place. Looking exactly how I pictured it in my mind to be, aside from the placement of a few windows. We sit down on the couch, I laugh thinking about all the times we’ve already “sat” on this very sofa.
“Do you want something to drink?” You asked hopping up with a spring. “Sure, whatever you got is fine,” I respond. I stand up and head to the bathroom. Washing my hands and looking into the mirror.
Leaning into the bedroom and looking around very briefly from the doorway, memories of my stories filling my head, everything exactly how I knew it would look. Heading back to the couch, I sit down next to you, accepting the drink; thanking you.
I comment on how nice your place looks, how it appears exactly how I pictured it to be. I take my shoes off, and lean back onto the armrest We sit and drink, chatting about different things. I interject at one point and just let it all out, how happy I am to be here with you, how incredibly happy you have made me for so long. How all of this seems like another dream to me.
I turn to find you looking at me. The time for talking is over. I don’t hesitate. I put my mouth on yours and press our lips together. You are soft and sweet. Your perfume fills my nostrils. I turn my head slightly, exploring your lips from another angle. You follow. Gently I push my tongue into your mouth in search of yours. They meet, and they greet each with a warm caress. Your arm is around me now, and mine is around you.
I pull you against me, feeling your warmth and softness against my chest. Your breasts press against me, twin mounds of enticement that beckon me to explore them. My hands run down the front of your shirt, loving the softness of what lies beneath. One hand slips under your shirt, finds its way to your bra, slips under it, and covers your nipple. My heart is ready to explode in my chest. Your nipple rises to greet my touch and I have to see it. I need to admire it with my eyes as well as my hand. Gently I move your shirt and your bra and gaze upon a rich pink nipple erect in the center of a lighter, broad areola. I release your nipple and kiss your ears, trailing my tongue downward across your throat. My hand travels into your pants, thrusting your panties aside to reach the wonderful warmth that you have between your legs. I touch your hot wetness and you gasp. With two fingers I reach and caress you. You push against against my hand,
For the moment, the worries of the outside world do not exist for us. There are only you and me, and the limits of our imaginations.
We haven’t reached the bed yet. We stand for a moment, looking at each other. Finally I take you in my arms, and I kiss you again. You respond with enthusiasm. I like that. I like to know that you enjoy your time with me. It turns me on even more. I unbutton your shirt and unhook your bra. Your beautiful, beautiful breasts emerge. I can’t take my eyes off them. Can’t take my hands off them, except to guide them into my mouth. I kiss them and enjoy the sudden hardness of your nipples under my tongue. You unbutton my shirt and run your hands across my arms and chest. You squeeze my arms. It feels good to get pleasure from you and to give pleasure to you.
I undo your belt buckle, slide down your pants, remove your panties. I’m now looking at your completely naked body for the first time. My cock hardens in anticipation. The soft red triangle between your legs holds untold wonders for me. I pull off my pants and you reach for my cock to caress it and explore it. I turn my hips to give you full access. My cock will soon be entering you; you have a right to know what will be going into your body. You kiss the trunk of my cock and run your tongue across it. I’m happy that you like what you see.
We are completely naked as we face each other in front of the bed. I smile. “Here we are,” I say. You smile back, and nod. I come close, hold you in my arms, and press myself against you. You respond by holding me tightly. You kiss my chest. I nudge you onto the bed, and you lie back.
I kiss you again, on the lips, face, ears, throat, and linger on your breasts. My hand moves into the warmth of your pussy. You gasp at my touch, then raise your hips to urge me in. But I don’t enter immediately. I caress the outer lips of your vagina, teasing them into moistness with the playfulness of my fingers. I greet your clit with a finger on each side of it and rub it with a warm hello. I then grasp it between thumb and index finger until it salutes me back. Then I enter, careful to maintain contact with your warm clit, and seek your clit It’s there, waiting expectantly, and I do not disappoint it. I rub it in the warmest of greetings, the deepest of friendships, the happiest of reunions. I love the way your back arches and your hips gyrate. I cannot resist. I withdraw my hand and place my mouth there instead, devouring the essence of your womanhood, pushing into your clit and pussy with my tongue and lips, making you mine, all mine, for the moment.
You groan and run your hands across my shoulders. Your nails bite into my back. “I want your cock in me,” you say.
Then I am in you. Your warmth closes around me and transports me to another dimension where only goodness exists. Your pussy muscles tremble, alternately squeezing me and tickling me. I feel at home here, as if making love to you is what I was born to do. It’s easy and it’s natural, and we move together with no effort at all.
I take my time. I don’t go into a rampage of thrusting, at least not yet. so I hold myself up on my elbows, afraid I might crush you. You protest, and pull me down so that our bodies are in maximum contact. I don’t object. I like it. I kiss you as we rub our pelvises together. I want to feel your clit against me. I make a slight circular motion with my hips so that my cock reaches all the outer parts of your pussy while still warming your insides. You like it. I can tell. I kiss you as I move inside you. Your face reddens and your breathing gets ragged. Your excitement feeds my excitement which feeds your excitement again, like an infinite feedback loop. We move faster and faster together. The passion in your face, the shimmer of your breasts, the movement of your hips, the sweat that now covers us both, all combine to send me frantic, my heart bursting and my lungs gasping, while yours do the same, and finally I explode. I explode into you, pouring out all my passion, my warmth, my caring, into you. You tremble as you receive me with grace, with a smile, with passion and warmth of your own.
Sweating, we smile at each other and kiss again, nodding with the knowledge of our shared pleasure. I feel myself shrink inside you, but I don’t rush the process. I’m content where I am, in your arms, the last remnants of my passion evaporating inside your warm and welcoming pussy. When my shrunken cock slides out of you, I sigh with regret and roll off you, sliding my arm under your back as your rest your head on my chest.
Our shared intimacy has brought us closer together, and we talk about our hopes and desires, and we cautiously bring up little fantasies and quirks and things we might like to try together next time. There is still time to try some of those things now. We tease each other and confide in each other and in the end, we both know that as wonderful as this first time was, the next time will be even better.
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