My stomach flip flopped in tight knots as I waited. Checking and rechecking that everything was carefully arranged. That my hair and makeup were flawless. Trying in vain to distract myself every so often at the computer, but giving up when I realized I had scrolled through the screen without reading a single thing. So I got up to pace and recheck everything once more. As my stomach continued to knot, I silently chided myself for getting ready so early, knowing that it would be a long wait and likely take longer than Google Maps projected. Sporadic text messages kept me some company. But I was otherwise only entertained by my anxiety and wild imagination getting away from me on all the things that might go wrong once that door opened. I’d already gotten the update that it was taking longer than expected. That was an hour ago. It was taking everything in me to not pace in the entryway, instead the apartment shone as every little detail was addressed each time my panic rose to critical mass.
There was a knock on the door which froze me in my tracks from reapply my lipgloss for perhaps the millionth time. I had little time to try out life as a statue as my puppy started to bark her head off on cue. The ferocious feeling little creature letting whoever stood on the other side of the door know that this was her house and they’d better check themselves. I think I only imagined soft laughter on the other side of the plain white door.
Leaning forward, I pressed myself towards the peephole, double checking that it was in fact the visitor I was expecting. With something that was a mixed between a sigh of relief and breath inhaled and held, I mustered some courage to actually open the door. “Step back. She’s going to run out there.”
True to my word, as I opened the door my puppy took off like a rocket to investigate the potential intruder. Snuffling around his ankles and jumping up on her hind legs to plant her front paws on his calf as she continued to bark her interrogation at him. As my features prepared to tighten into an embarrassed cringe, while I said unhelpful things like “Sit. Down. No.” all unheeded. Until the barking suddenly stopped and I watched as she had scooted enough away to squat and piddle in her excitement. My eyes widening at the sight as my mouth formed into a little ‘o’ of surprise. That cringe that threatened now painted my features full force as my voice sounding pained offered, “Ah. Please come in.”
He shuffled in with his bags, practically tripping over the puppy as she kept at his heels, still excited by the prospect of this new person. There was the shuffle to get him and his bags through the small entryway and then close the door behind him. Feeling tense and the butterflies now twittering around with the knots in my stomach, I made a hasty exit towards the kitchen counter half wall, firmly placing it between myself and him as I watched from a safe distance, leaning casually on to the counter top. “You can put your things in the bedroom just behind you there..” Turning to do just that, I added belatedly, “No shoes on the carpet please!” That was worthy of another cringe. So far the potentially sexy and romantic rendezvous had started off with the not so sexy prospects of dog pee and nagging about the carpets. I regretted the insistence even more as I saw him totter with bags still in tow, while he toed his shoes off carefully. Sending an awkward smile and laugh towards him in gratitude while he did so.
His departure from entryway to the bedroom gave me a chance to look at him while letting go of the breath I was quietly holding. His long lean body filling up first the entryway and then the doorway to the bedroom. My eyes hungrily chewing away at the details of the breadth of his shoulders and the narrowness of his hips as he moved, lingering on the latter as it brought back a very visceral memory of my hand on those hips. Thinking silently on maybe how that height of his might have aided in the fluttering feeling in my nerves and stomach that sent me retreating from his entrance. And then quite suddenly, I realized I’d somehow managed that whole exchange without ever looking at his face or the front of him. Keeping my eyes instead locked on my puppy or the floor, regret sliding down from my chest and into my stomach like tar sliding down the side of a bathtub.
Clearing my throat and my voice sounding alien and overly chipper I called out, “Are you hungry after your trip? Would you like me to make something? I tried to get some things you might like when I went grocery shopping this week….” was I babbling. I think I heard a grateful decline from the bedroom, but I seemed to have trouble recalling even moments before in that space of time as my heart seemed like it would hammer its way straight through my chest and out on to the counter. He seemed unusually quiet as well. The easy chatter and back and forth absent, feeling more like the silence that envelope that moment standing before the hotel door months and months ago now.
But now the silence was getting to me. Not emboldened with alcohol, and not standing before him with the air electric from the distance barely held between us, it was just silence. And anxiety plucked at me like the petals pulled off a flower as it wilted under the ministration. “Everything okay?” Both puppy and visitor were silent and lingering in the bedroom. My immediate concern was that the shock of all the pink and girlish decor had struck my visitor deaf and dumb, and he was currently contemplating his exit strategy. So as I hesitated against the counter top for a moment longer, it took that moment to bolster my courage as I headed to the bedroom, calling out again, “Everything alright?”
My chest again feeling like it would explode from the force of my beating heart, my hands shaking at my sides as I practically tip toed towards the bedroom, uncertain of what reaction I would find there. “I hope the bed is alright I know it’s not mu..”
I didn’t have time to finish as I stepped through the door, concealed by the small bit of wall that framed the doorway and boxed in the closet, that lithe form twisted from the blind corner and caught me against the small bit of wall. The suddenness of the movement from what puppy still considered a stranger, set her off in a litany of enraged, but fruitless barks. That was the chorus of sound that played as his lips found mine while one long arm wrapped around my upper arm, curving around my body to rest a large, warm hand between my shoulder blades. As I whimpered pleadingly into his lips, my other hand reached up to grip into the material of his shirt. All that time worry about whether the reality could live up to the months of anticipation, of teasing descriptions across text, all of it melted away as the kiss was the same one that had curled my toes once before. It wasn’t long, though it felt timeless, before we were both out of breath from that devouring kiss, still hungrily feasting at one another while his arms suddenly tried to maneuver me away from the wall. Legs awkwardly tangling, tripping one another as we tried to make our way to the bed without breaking the long desired kiss. The puppy oh so helpfully twisting between us while still barking violently, a fact I barely woke up to every so often, realizing I was too enraptured in the kiss to realize it. Though as soon as I did, the self consciousness threatened to set in again, as I broke from the kiss and made ready to apologize for the noise and stall while my courage tried to catch back up to me. But as my lips parted, I didn’t have time for the muttered apology while instead his lips pressed against mine again, his body folding over mine so completely, the way only someone so much taller than me could manage.
Those hands cradling me as he lowered me on to the bed, even as I practically fell to it from the push of his body. My rear landing hard against the edge, but the memory foam cushioned it and absorbed the shock just as it was famed to do. Finally, he bent in double to parallel with my upper body, me with my back against the bed, knees folded over the side, one of his knees anchored between mine on the bed, we parted to mutually gasp and catch our breaths again. My eyes were wide, but still bashfully not meeting his as I looked towards one of his shoulders outlined beneath his shirt. However his arms slithered out from under my back, moving so quickly I barely had time to register it as he crouched down to brace his shoulder against my calves, pushing his body up and forward to lift and bend my legs towards my body, then used the grip to pull me violently forward until my pants clad sex fit and slammed softly against his pelvis and the hard bulge already present there.
The suddenness and the reveal causing an excited yip to leave my throat as my eyes flew to meet his. I stared, wide eyed, lips parted for several long, deep breaths, my breasts rising and falling with the fogged moment as my thoughts tried to fight through the arousal that rode me. More primal and reactionary than carefully thought out, I reached down to undo the button and zipper on my jeans, thumbs hooking into the waist band of both the jeans and my panties as I lifted my hips, bracing on my back and his shoulders as I wriggled to tug my pants down my hips and off my ass. When my pants cleared the bed, my back flattened to the bed once more, only to lift, pivoted on my waist and ass as I impatiently tugged my shirt from beneath my hips and and up off my torso, dragging my still hooked bra away with it in one, hasty, and struggled fell swoop, while his hands worked my jeans the rest of the way off my legs. As I shook my hair free of my shirt and bra, I was greeted with a similar sight of his shirtless torso. It literally took my breath away as I took in the nooks and crannies of his shoulders and neck, his chest, his stomach and navel and the indentation of his hips bones, gasping as I laid there with hair askew and those wide, wide eyes drinking him in.
I think he may have laughed quietly at my reaction to his body, but I was hardly present for it as I was still consumed by his reveal. His hands moved to work at his own button and zipper after depositing my feet to the edge of the bed, careful to do so in such a way that his body was still wedged between my legs. I sat up then as he drew his pants down from his waist, to reveal the thing I had much imagined, much desired, and tantalizingly felt just moments before. I am fairly certain I gasped again, continuing to stare dumbly as I further drank in the sight of him hard and straight projecting from his pelvis like an invitation.
And so I accepted the invitation, sitting up to reach for that cock. Pausing briefly to pull my hand back as my tongue and lips hurriedly laved saliva all over my palm, perhaps the action strange and graceless in the sex charged moment, but I was hardly thinking about my image at the moment. Instead all my thoughts were on wrapping my small hand around that fat cock, saliva coated palm slipping slickly around it and already stroking down and up the shaft before either of us really realized what was happening. I presume it took him by surprise as well, since his efforts to disrobed stopped immediately as he froze in place and made a sound low in his throat. I looked up at him with desperate eyes that starved for the feel of him as I stroked that wet, smooth palm up and down his cock, moving over the head as I came to the tip of his shaft, fitting the head into my palm and rubbing across it before moving back down the shaft each time all in one graceful movement. I think this time he groaned, seeming to belatedly move to push his hand between my thighs, our arms crossing and getting in each others way slightly as his fingers sought my pussy.
It was wet and happy to receive those fingers, the realization of which seemed to illicit another groan from him, as those digits so easily slipped inside the small, swollen and slick lips of my sex. It was a few pumps of his fingers and the pad of his thumb rubbing tenderly against my clit before I was whimpering and gently tugging on the shaft of his cock as if trying to pull it into my wanting sex as it starved to be filled even more by him. His expression was hard to read, as if torn, or perhaps making a decision. Perhaps I had ruined whatever careful plans of seduction he had carefully concocted, but one last whimper and the wide eyed desperation the painted on my pleading features seemed to be enough to convince him as he practically fell to his knees. His arms hooked beneath my bare thighs as he pulled me more firmly to the edge of the bed, my plush ass bouncing against his stomach momentarily while I savored the feel of his hot bare skin against the tender skin of my thighs. Hand still wet with my pussy, wrapped around his cock, impatiently swatting my hand away as I made a disappointed noise and managed to pout for the loss of him no longer filling my hand.
But my pouting was short lived as he angled the head against my pussy lips, the sudden silky feel of the head of his cock against those delicate lips was only a momentary warning before his hips pushed forward as his legs flexed and he slammed his cock into me. I gasped immediately, then seemed unable to catch my breath as my pour pussy fought to accommodate the intruder that seemed to fill it up so completely, stunned for several seconds as I felt those inner muscles ripple and tighten around the sudden intrusion. I whimpered. He groaned. And it was the last chance we had to catch our breaths before he was pulling out the length of it. And from there it was nothing slow nor kind. This was not a careful seduction. It was raw and rough, his body slamming into mine, his hip bones bruising against my thighs and ass which each new push to bury himself back inside of me. My tits bouncing violently with each force of the apex of his body into mine, the nipples taut from the way the force tugged at the soft skin of my breasts while they rippled and jiggled on my chest. My hands clenching into the bedding below as I could barely breath or move. All my nerve endings from my punished pussy to my arms and toes were tautened like strings on a cello ready to be plucked until I sang beautifully.
And then I did. Screaming out my orgasm as it took me and him by surprise, neither of us expecting it so quickly it seemed. My body twisting and thrashing while I screamed, face contorted in something like pain as he held on to my hips and kept his cock buried and grounded inside of me, seeming frozen in surprise, until I felt those muscles of mine beginning to ripple and tug, coaxing his cock deeper into me, milking it, begging it for what soon followed as I felt him swell ever so slightly more, and felt the twitches of his cock fighting against the strangle hold of my pussy on him. His eyes closed as he made guttural sounds, harmonized with my gasped as I felt the hot waves of cum spurting inside of me, squirming in surprise to pull away, only to face his strong hold on my hips pulling me back on to him and keeping me tightly sealed to his pelvis, the planes of which ground against my clit. The combination of it with his cock still twitching inside of me brought me again, my back arching and tightening almost painfully as I tipped my chin back and screamed my new orgasm to the window behind me.
It seemed like eternity as I lay there, contemplating the blinds on the window and trying to remember how to think in complete sentences.. and breath.. Him, kneeling at the bed’s edge, folded over my body, his face resting in the valley between my breasts, occasionally mustering up the energy to tenderly kiss the curve of my breast while my hands petted fingertips over his short cropped hair and along the ridge of his ear as his shivered pleasantly, his shivers feeding into my own. Finally, I lifted my face from the window and back down towards him, cupping my palms to either side of his scratchy cheeks to turn his face up towards me. And finally I met his eyes where they hovered above my naked breasts. My lower lip and chin trembled with a myriad of unexpressed emotions, desires, confessions, anxiety. But as my eyes locked with his, I managed, “Hi.”
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