Where did we meet? I think she picked me up in her old beat up Chrysler. Did she pick me up from home? Must have been, I didn’t have a car at the time.
Man that car stank, it was a combination of humidity and dog, must-have been from all those street fogs she rescued.
She mentioned over a Skype call she loved champagne.
Those Skype calls, fuck long distance relationship, but I do admit they were fun, all those I’m going to do this to you when I see you, I’ll let you do this to me, it might get old quick but it does give you something to look forward too.
Yes, she picked me up from home, I think we listened to Depeche Mode, the music for the masses album to be accurate.
Stopped at a super market as I told her to do so, of course I bought a bottle of champagne, Moêt & Chandon. It had to be, after all those things I said I was going to do to her, I had to put my money where my mouth is, well in this case put my mouth were I said I was going to put it.
Butterflies, little tiny butterflies, I was kind of shaking, kind of shivering as I walked away from the store with the champagne in my hands, part nervous, part happy, half in love and definitely fucking horny. It would be the first time we would have sex, was it the only time? No? Was it? No! There were two more, or just one? Definitely two. It had to be something memorable, I had to perform at my best, but how could I? Haven’t had sex in months, let alone she was hot, those olive green eyes, the tan skin, the dirty blond messy hair and those tits, fuck those tits were vast, big, heavy but still perky and beautiful.
We got in the hotel room, you could feel the electrifying excitement and nervousness. We started at each other challenging who will be doing the first move. We’ve promised so much over or Skype calls, it was time to do as we said we were going to do.
It was time for me to rip her panties as I said I would, to slide slowly inside her so she could feel every bit of me as I promised, to spank her, to pull her hair and bring her close to me while I kissed her neck and fucked her from behind.
It was time for her to get on top of me, to dig her nails in my back, to let me feel how wet she was as she said in our calls, it was time for her to sit on my face and let me taste her, it was time to let me come in her mouth.
We opened the champagne, we toasted for all the time we were apart, for all the the things we were going to do together and we toasted to enjoy ourselves.
We kissed long, very long, we kissed as a mean of communication. We said all the things we couldn’t say with words, we were happy and lustful.
I ripped her panties as I said I would, i could see she got wetter as I did it. Took a big sip of champagne and with a mouth full of a brut French Sparkling wine From Epernay, I began to lick and kiss her vagina, as the effervescent feeling would increase her sensitivity. She tasted amazing, the perfect paring, sweet notes of pleasure and refreshing bitterness. As cliche as it was I poured the bottle from her tits down her body and I drank the wine, became intoxicated by it, by her, by the alcohol.
As we had sex, I came to quick the first time, I try to hide it, she didn’t say anything, at the moment I thought she wouldn’t notice, but of course she did, she thought it cute, a proof of my loyalty throughout the months away.
I got my act together, we fucked and we fucked long, she told me to bite her nipples, it intimidated me, I didn’t want to hurt her but she asked me to do it harder and harder, I did.
We fucked, we fucked passionately, loving and violent. She fulfilled her promise I fulfilled mine.
We slept on top of each other, collapsed into our bodies. We fulfilled our promises, we forgot about the rest.
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