Anticipation, the wait was killing me. Months of on-line chatting and getting to know one another as best you can in an on-line situation, was finally being brought to its logical conclusion. I had a really good idea of what you were going to be like, our conversations were open and frank, very enjoyable and full of innuendo. We had arranged to meet at a restaurant that catered to both our palates. You, the delicate one, would be enjoying an exotic sea food dish. I, on the other hand, was more inclined to the robust and would be settling on a decent size steak. This posed a bit of a question as to the choice of wine. It had to be perfect for you. A well matured Chardonnay would do the trick.
Having arrived early, I waited at the bar before our table was ready, counting the moments before you would come through the door. There you are, at last, the picture of elegance, looking around and finally spotting me, you glide over with a sultry smile and say “Hello, it’s so good to finally meet you”. The voice has a slight quaver to it but it is very sexy. The Maîtres’ D beckons to us and our table is ready. The food, the wine and the conversation pass, hardly noticed. I am caught up in the wonder of how lovely you look. You see the twinkle in my eyes and with a smile you lean over and whisper “let’s get out of here”.
The bill paid we walk over to the waiting cab, I take your hand ever so gently and you give it a squeeze. This is the confirmation that I was hoping would come, “where to now my lovely lady?” “I would feel more comfortable at my place” she says so that is where we will go.
Having held you in my arms during the cab ride you are already relaxed and as we walk up to the door, you are nibbling on my earlobe and breathing into my ear. Oh wow, it is so stimulating I am semi erect before we even get through the door.
Once inside we turn to each other, our lips meet, tongues entwine and bolts of electricity seem to spark in the air. There is no time to have a drink or a cup of coffee, there is only time for us. I run my hand up your back, feeling for the zip of your dress, finding it I slowly bring it down, exposing the skin. I turn you around and gently kiss your spine at the same time sliding the dress off your shoulders. You stand before me, your matching bra and panties begging to be taken off.
As I move towards you, you push me away and say “let me”. Who am I to argue with a goddess? You slowly undo the bra allowing a peek of one, already erect nipple before turning away to slide the panties down your legs. You turn back to me allowing me to see you in your full splendour for the first time. I catch my breath and whisper how magnificent you are, you smile and take me in your arms for another deep kiss. At the same time you are unbuttoning my shirt, your fingers caress my nipples, not a feeling that I am used to but very pleasant at the same time.
I ask if I can return the favour but again you push me away, paying attention instead to my belt buckle. You feel my rock-hard cock through the fabric and your touch sends shivers through me. You undo the buckle, the buttons and then slide them down. Throbbing, it seems to have taken on a life of its own and you seek to set it free. With a quick flick the elastic waistband is pulled away and you see it for the first time. You slide your hand down the shaft ending up at my balls and then you finally say “now it’s your turn”.
I cannot wait to feel your skin, so soft especially at your sides where it is like velvet. I run my hands up your sides and let them wander over your breasts, settling on the fully erect tips, there is a light sigh and then I bend forward and take one of them in my mouth, circling with my tongue, sucking and then gently playing my teeth across the raised flesh. The sigh again pushes me to do the same on the other side. All this time you are running your fingers up and down my back, I start to move down but again you stop me and say “let’s get more comfortable” and you move over to the couch, I kneel at your feet, you pull me upwards and I kiss your belly button, pushing my tongue deep into the curvature, you pull on my hair as if to say “Yes, this is good”.
I move further down, inhaling your musky sweetness and finally blow onto the glistening lips that await at the juncture of your thighs. I slowly peel back the folds, searching for the bud that is nestled there. I find it and roll my fingers over it, your hips rise to meet the rub and with that I push my tongue deep into you. Your nectar is sweet and delicious to the taste and after a minute or two you pull me up again, our lips meet and finally I push my cock deep into you. We move in unison, the rhythm is just right and then we are tumbling, falling into the ecstasy of orgasm. I am propelled over the edge and with a final guttural grunt I start pumping rope after rope of my hot, milky seed into you. You, on the other hand, have your head thrown slightly back and I feel the quiver as your thighs tighten and your slippery, wet pussy clasps down on my thrusting cock as we both go over the cliff together.
Once we have our breath back, you look over to me with that ever-present twinkle and say “next time it is my turn”
I cannot wait.
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