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A First Meet

By: doomwolf123



A short story of a fantasy meet.

We find each other on a web site just like this. We chat for weeks and finally decide to meet in person.

Turning up at the pub, I am suited and booted, and look to find you in a sexy black dress that enhances your every curve. You look stunning. We find a quiet table at the back, we chat and soon find we get along really well. We move closer as that talk gets sexual. We talk about what we like, what we have done, when suddenly I feel your hand on my thigh under the table.

You move it up to my groin. Finding me hard, you squeeze me. I repay the favour. I place my hand on your knee, watching the other people in the pub, walking past, chatting, oblivious to our kinky meet. I move my hand higher, finding the tops of your stockings, I linger a bit, playing with your suspenders. Moving further up your creamy thighs I reach the top. No knickers. My fingers cum away damp from your completely shaven area. You feel my cock grow an extra inch in your hands. Releasing me you take my hand and move it to your mouth and suck them. God so hot.

I can wait no longer and suggest we leave. You agree immediately and we get a taxi back to the hotel. In the back seat we are all over each other, kissing and groping. The taxi driver nearly crashes as he looks in his rear view mirror to see my fingers buried deep inside you.

Back at the hotel, we practically fall through the door. I push you against the wall and kiss you hard, our mouths attacking each other as our tongues explore. I grab your lower lip and gently bite.

You place your hands on my chest and push. You push me to the other side of the hall. Smiling at me, you drop slowly to your knees. Reaching forwards you grab my trousers and undo them slowly, looking me in the eye the whole time. Pulling them down, you eventually look. I have sexy, black silk boxers on. My bulge showing clearly through the silk. You reach forward and encase my cock in your fingers, tracing the shape through the silk. 

Grabbing the sides of my boxers you pull them down, my cock slaps against my stomach as you release me. You lean forward and trace your tongue over my balls, going higher till you reach the small amount of precum oozing from my glands.

Lowering your head you take me deep. All the way as you start to bob your head. It feels great, I reach down and grab you by the hair. Trapping my fingers, I grip tighter as I start to thrust my hips.

I grip your head harder and I start to fuck your mouth, you are loving it, wanting more. My balls start to tighten and swell as I build up the pressure. Gripping you tighter, I pull your head further onto my cock as I explode deep in your throat. Filling your mouth with my cum, and like a good girl, you swallow the lot. 

Standing, you lick your lips.

I remove my trousers and shirt. Grabbing you by the hand, I pull you to the bed. Turning, I face you, and kiss you. Pushing you backwards, I fall on top of you, pinning you with my weight. I kiss you again, hard, before moving down your body.

Stopping at your boobs, I pull your dress down and start to kiss your nipples, flicking them with my tongue. You grab my head, "harder" you say, as I start to bite and nibble, making you gasp.

Moving lower, I pull your dress with me, till I pull it off completely.

I stand and look down, you are now completely naked except for your stockings, suspenders and high heels. You look up at me, legs starting to spread as I look down at you, completely at my mercy, just how I like it.

I drop between your thighs, my hands under your arse as I raise your pussy to my mouth. I smell your sex, and see you are wet for me. I run my tongue over your lips making you gasp again, before sliding my finger inside you, then another. I hook my fingers and find that special spot, just inside your pussy. I start to rub it harder as I grab your clit in my mouth and suck hard. Rolling it between my teeth, I attack your pussy and finger you faster and faster, till you cum in my mouth, but I don't stop and keep going. I bring you closer and closer to another orgasm before I stop and quickly move up your body, your thighs still on my shoulders, your feet by my head as I plunge my cock deep inside your sensitive pussy. 

I grab you by the wrists and pin your arms above your head as I start to fuck you, and fuck you hard. My head drops to your nipple and I take it between my teeth and bite as I can feel myself build up to cum.

My hips move faster as I pin you harder to the bed and bite really hard on you nipple before I cum inside you, hard. Your thighs start to shake, your breath becomes faster and we cum together in a hot sweaty mess...

I collapse on top of you before I roll off. You smile next to me

"Did you like, sir?" You ask as you reach over and stroke my cock, slowly lowering your head to take me in your mouth and suck me clean.

"Sir?" I query.

"Yes, sir..." You reply, "anything to please my man", as a thought comes to me....

A First Meeting



As luck would have it, we actually live only about a 20-minute drive apart from each other.  After several chats, we agree to meet for dinner and to see where it takes us.  We met at a local restaurant that is close by.  We've exchanged photos so we can recognize each other.  I arrived first and am waiting at the bar when you enter.  I can't believe my eyes.  Your picture does not do you justice at all.  You are dressed in a long sleeveless black dress with a slit cut to mid-thigh showing off your legs.  Your long brown hair cascades over your shoulders.  As you walk in several men smile and approve.  

As I walk towards you, you see me and smile.  I'm wearing business casual slacks and shirt.  I give you a hug, pressing my body to yours.  Just then our table number is called, and we hold hands as we walk to the corner table.

As we have dinner, we are both distracted by thoughts of what dessert may actually be. You have taken one shoe off and are rubbing my leg with it sensually under the table.  You smile an "oh so innocent little me" smile as you do so.  Several times I have to shift the way I'm sitting due to the bulge in the front of my pant.  When the waiter asks if we'll be having any dessert tonight, we both chuckle, and I calmly say, "We have dessert waiting for us."

We leave the restaurant quickly.  You simply say "Follow Me." as we each get in our respective cars.  After a quick drive, we arrive at your place.  We go inside and in a matter of seconds we are in each other's arms.  I hold you close to me, kissing you softly, gentle.  My hands run over your back.  You wrap your hands around my head, making sure the kiss doesn't end.  I can feel your breasts pressed against by chest.

My fingers brush against the zipper on the back of your dress.  I unzip the back, and slide the shoulder straps of your dress down off your shoulders.  I break the kiss, and move back, letting your dress fall to the floor.  To my amazement, you aren't wearing any underwear at all.  You stand naked before me.  I openly gape at your body.

"Like anything you see?", you ask.

"I like everything I see!" I exclaim.

"Good, " you say, "but now it's your turn."

You pull my shirt over my head, and toss is casually somewhere in the room.  You undo my belt, and let my pants fall around my feet.  I hurriedly kick them away.  My cock is straining against my underwear. You run your finger along my shaft through the underwear, sizing it up in your mind.  You smile.

"Like anything YOU see?" I say.

"Haven't seen the best part yet." you reply and tug the undies down.  You touch the tip, and run your fingers down to the base and back up.

I reach out to caress your tits, but you push me away..."Let's go get comfy." you say with an evil grin on your face.

We walk down the hall to your bedroom.  We lay next to each other on the bed, kissing each other.  Our hands roam over each other's body.  My hands alternate between kneading your breasts and fondling your ass.  You have my cock in one hand, gently stroking it.  You moan quietly as I tweak your nipples.

I lay you on your back, with me next to you. "Lay back", I whisper to you.  I lay on your right side, with my left arm under your head.  Your right tit is next to my mouth.  I lick the nipple, feeling it stiffen.  My left hand wraps around your body to cup your left tit.  My right hand rubs your tummy, and slowly works itself down to your pussy.  

My mouth eagerly sucks your nipple, flicking over it back and forth at the same time your other tit is being massaged, fondled, tweaked, and played with.  I can feel your pussy.  It is very wet, and your lips open as my fingers brush against it.  I rub along your slit, up and down as I play with your breasts.  My finger slip inside you, and back out again up to your click.

I continue to suck and play with your tits as I finger you.  Your hips rise up to meet my fingers in your pussy.  Your clit is very sensitive now, you moan every time I rub it.

"You're driving me crazy!" you cry out, "please I need to cum. Please. Just a bit more!"

I look up at you and smile.  I extract myself from where I was laying, and move down to the end of the bed, between your legs.  "I think this should do the trick." I say.

I lean down and flick my tongue against your clt.  You grab my head, pulling it your pussy. "Eat me! Do it! Lick my clit!" you scream.  I waste no time in doing as you ask.  My tongue flicks across your clit.  I lick up and down, sticking my tongue inside your wet pussy.  Back and forth, up and down, round and round, I lick and suck you.  I pay special attention to your clit for a few minutes until I feel you tense up.  

"Yes! YES! Fuck! YES! I'm cumming...Don't stop!!!" you scream.  I suck your clit into my mouth, and waves of pleasure rock through your body.  I try to keep up with your thrashing.  Your legs stiffen and go into the air as you orgasm.  After a moment, you relax.  I get back up and lay next to you.  I watch you as you try to catch your breath.   After a minute, you look at me, smile, and say, "Turn about is fair play... Lay back".

I lay on my back, as you move down between my legs.  My 7-inch cock stands straight up.  You wrap your hands around the base and stroke it up and down.  Your tongue licks the tip of it, tasting some pre-come.  As you stroke me, you take my shaft into your mouth.  Moving slowly up and down, your tongue flicks across the sensitive underside as you stroke my cock.

"Mmmmmmmm baby, that's it... Nice and Slow" I murmur.  You look up at me with my cock in your mouth and give the tip a few quick sucks, which takes my breath away.

After a few minutes of this excellent blowjob, I whisper "I'm not going to last much longer..."

"Good, I want you in me. NOW!" you say.  You turn around so you are on all fours with your ass in the air at me.   I get on my knees and position my cock at the entrance to your pussy.  I grab your hips and guide my shaft inside.

Just a few inches at first, back and forth, just a little.  You try to push back against me to get more in, but I don't let you.

"More. Please----Fuck----Me----I need it hard!"

I slide in about half way for a few strokes, then all the way, so that my balls hit your ass.  Using long strokes, I pull almost all the way out, Holding your hips, I fuck you with long strokes making a nice rhythm.  You push back meeting my every stroke.  After a few minutes, I can feel my orgasm building.  I start to go faster.  "I'm gonna cum now!" I say.  Faster and faster I enter you, until I bury my cock as deep as I can in you, and cum hard.

After I regain my senses, I pull out, and fall back on the bed.  You join me, snuggling up against me.  I smile, and look at you.  With an evil grin you reach down to stroke my cock.

"Give me a few minutes" I say...But you don't listen.  After a few minutes your you playing with my cock, it starts to become erect again.  When it is fully erect, you climb on top of me.  "I need to come again with that cock in me," you say.

I lower yourself onto my cock; you slid right on easily.  You grind your hips against me.  Leaning forward I play with your large tits, as you move on my cock.  Up and down you go, slowly at first, but the time for slow is over, and you speed up quickly. I reach down to finger your clit.

Your eyes open wide when I do, and you buck wildly on top of me as you come.  You fall forward on top of me, as your orgasm subsides.  You kiss me deeply.  

"Ok, now we can rest for a bit" you say softly.

We rest for a bit, even fall asleep.  When I awake, you are licking my cock gently...

"Oh good, you're awake" you say and smile....

But that's another story.



A First Meeting



One Saturday morning I am awakened by the phone ringing. "Hello" I mutter, sleep rasping my voice. 

"It's me, Kathy." I instantly recognize the southern accent which I love. "I am in New York with my daughter, can you come visit sometime?" Fully awake now with a morning hard on I grab a piece of paper and copy down the address of your hotel. 

"I can be up there by this afternoon, meet me in the hotel bar at 3 p.m. What will you be wearing so I can recognize you?" I ask. 

"A flowered blouse with a pale silk skirt," you reply. 

"See you at three." We had met online and had talked extensively both online and on the phone, but this would be the first we time we would see each other.

After showering I realize that I still am hard, anticipating what might happen later today. I hope this isn't going to be like this on the entire ride up, I think, gonna be a damn uncomfortable ride. Throwing some clothes in a bag I have some breakfast and head on out to the car. The entire ride up is filled with thoughts and apprehensions. What if she doesn't like me? What if I don't like her? My hands are getting clammy on the steering wheel. Nerves, I think, it will be fine. Reaching the hotel I park my car and head inside.

As I walk into the dimly lit bar I see only a few patrons. One woman in particular sitting alone at the bar draws me like a moth to a flame. Trim, athletic figure, about my height it seems, wearing a flowered blouse and a skirt. I pause as my mouth goes dry, palms sweating again. I walk up to you and say "Hi I'm Gregg and I hope you are Kathy?" You look up and I can see that you are as nervous as I am, a half filled wine glass before you. I sit and order some liquid courage myself. We engage in some small talk, still a little nervous but the drinks are helping. I ask about your daughter and you tell me she is gone till early in the evening on auditions. "Well lets go on up to your room if that's ok with you." As an answer you just rise and take my hand. I throw some money on the bar as you lead me to the bank of elevators. 

"What floor?" I ask as the doors close. 

"The top," you reply. Pushing the top button I turn to you and put my hands on your shoulders. Pulling you to me our lips crush together in a torrid kiss. I move my hands lower, clasping your tight ass and pull your hips into mine. You grind against me feeling my hardness pressing into you. Our tongues intertwine as a small moan escapes from you. The elevator slows and the doors begin to open. Pulling away we both gasp for breath as a maid enters and pushes the button for the next floor. 

"You smell nice and look fantastic," I murmur as the maid gets off on the next floor. The doors are not even fully closed when we come together again. Kissing you on your neck and ears I slowly rub your ass over the silky skirt. You reach down and run your hand over the bulge straining against my fly. I slide my hands up under your skirt so I can feel the smoothness of your skin. Over the globes of your butt I roam freely and slip my hand between to discover that you are already getting wet. A little gasp greets me as I run my palm over your mound, feeling the heat emanating from the confines of your panties. You squeeze me making me gasp in turn. 

Finally the elevator reaches your floor and we rush to the door of your room. You are in such a rush you can't make the key card work on the first try and a little snort of exasperation slips from you lips. I don't make things any easier as I reach around from behind and palm your breasts, feeling the hard points of your nipples pressing against the fabric of your blouse. Finally the light goes green and we tumble into the room almost falling to the floor. Kicking the door closed, I scoop you up in my arms and carry you to the bed. Laying you down on the bed I fall to my knees and take your feet in my hands. I remove your shoes and tickle your feet lightly before kissing up your calf. Stopping for a second to remove my shirt I continue to kiss and rub your calves and thighs. You part your legs for me and your skirt rides up on your hips. The crotch or your panties is damp and I rub my head into it as I kiss your inner thighs. I reach up and grasp the sides of your panties and you lift your hips so I can slide them off your legs. 

You are really wet now and I place my mouth over your smooth bare slit, sucking gently on your lips. I pull you to the edge of the bed and put your legs over my shoulders. Blowing gently on your puss makes you shudder and squirm and clutch my head with your thighs as I lick the whole length of your crotch. Spreading your lips with my hands, I thrust my tongue into you and suck hard. You start to come and I am busy lapping up the juices flowing from your pussy. Standing up, I remove the rest of my clothes as you do the same. 

"Now it's your turn," you say and push me down so I am on my back. Kneeling between my legs you reach out and take my straining member in your warm soft hand. Stroking lightly you plant a little kiss on the tip and my cock jumps in your hand. 

"Careful," I gasp, "I won't last long I want you so bad." You respond by plunging me deep into your mouth. It feels so good as you suck hard and tickle my balls with your free hand. After a second you start moving me in and out of your mouth, drawing back so just the tip remains then back down again. My hips buck and I come in spurts while you make swallowing motions. I draw you up to me and we kiss deeply while holding each other tight. "That was intense," I whisper, and lay back and wrap my arms around you, holding you against my chest, your head nestled in my shoulder. 

I run my hands up and down your side and kiss the top of your head. You reach down and stroke my flaccid member "Will he wake up soon?" 

"If you keep that up he will," I reply and start playing with your breasts. You continue to lazily stroke me as I start to tweak and pinch your nipples. After a while of this soft caressing and stroking I start to get hard again. Rolling over I pull you on top of me and you lower yourself onto my cock. I reach up and play with your breasts as you slowly raise and lower yourself like a horsewoman posting on her steed. I reach down and rub your clit as you ride me up and down, causing you to hump faster. After a few minutes you climb off and get on your knees wagging your cute butt at me. I take the hint and move behind you and enter doggy style.

Thrusting gently you ask me to go harder and I comply. I vary my strokes and wiggle my hips while buried in you. Thrusting hard for a while I then slow down and while still in you I wrap my arms around your waist and fall on my side. We are spooning now and I hold you tight while gently moving in you. I kiss your shoulders and run my tongue up your neck and suck on your earlobe, causing you to moan. Sliding my tongue into your ear elicits a gasp and your hot, moist cavern clutches my cock like a silky vise. You turn your head so I can meet your lips once more. We are barely moving, just enjoying the closeness and the oneness of our position. 

"I am so glad you called me this morn," I say, "and I can't think of a better way to spend an afternoon." 

"But," you reply, "my daughter will be back soon so we must finish." I pull out and lay you on your back. Putting you legs over over my shoulders I enter you again and start thrusting fast and hard. Soon we are both close to cumming again and we rejoice in our release. I pull my softening dick out of you and once more hug you tight. We lay like this for awhile until it is time to get up and shower so we can meet your daughter for dinner. The shower is another story entirely.



A First Meeting



I wrote this story with a certain man in mind. Can't wait to meet you "R".

-

It all began with a few instant messages and a few phone calls. 

After spending some time reading the comments flying around in a chat room, I found the profile of a man, whom I found interesting. We chatted for an hour or so. During our chat, I found myself incredibly excited. We turned up the sexual heat, our typed words exciting one another. Our first chat ended with a phone call, and both of us having orgasms in each other's ears.

This continued for a few weeks. We "popped" in on each other for regular Tuesday meetings. It usually worked out the same each week. Chat for a few minutes and then call and fantasize with each other.

His voice excited me. His words, both typed and spoken lead me to fantastic orgasms, and wonderful masturbation fantasies. Since I am not regularly active with other men, my desire to be close to this man grew with every typed word, and every conversation. I just had to meet and spend time with him. I needed to feel his breath on my skin, and his lips on my lips.

We agreed to meet the following week instead of chatting or phoning. I had never experienced seven longer days in my life. The anticipation I felt drove me crazy. I found that I thought of him and our approaching meeting on a daily basis. I could not think straight, and I did not go for long, at any point during my days without feeling the excitement in my body.

Tuesday came, and I called him before leaving my house. I dreaded the possibility of our plans changing. However, all of my worries were for naught, our meeting was on. I drove the thirty miles to meet him at the agreed upon hotel just south of the city. 

When I arrived at the hotel, I went straight to the room he told me he had reserved for us. My heart felt as it was going to explode as soon as I stepped into the elevator. During my ascent to the eleventh floor, I had a moment of fleeting doubt. I thought of getting back into my car and driving home. I wondered if I was acting prudently. 

"Of course you're not acting prudently." I thought as the elevator door opened, and I stepped out. I was still admonishing myself when I knocked on the door to room 1123. I felt my heart jump into my throat. It was as if I were a sixteen-year-old kid again. I just knew that when he opened that door, he was going to laugh and tell me, "Ummmmm, sorry, but you're not my type." I should have exchanged pictures with him. Too late now! 

I heard movement in the room, and suddenly the door was pulled open. 

Standing in the doorway was a man to whom I was very attracted. I no longer had the desire to run, nor did I have any doubt about his attraction to me. His smile, and his out thrust hand, told me all I needed to know.

I took his hand as he gently pulled me into the room. When he shut the door behind me, he did exactly what he said he would do. His arms slid around my waist, mine around his, and we embraced. I instantly felt comfortable with him as we stood there in each other's arms. We pressed our bodies together, and it just felt natural. 

Without a single word spoken, our heads tilted to opposite sides, and we kissed. We were like lovers who had been away for so long. I became instantly erect as his tongue parted my lips and entwined with mine. My arms slid from his waist, and wrapped around his neck in a natural movement. As we kissed, we swayed to some unheard music. There was nothing sexual in our kiss, just two men, needing to be close.

He broke our kiss, and led me by the hand into the sitting area of the suite. He guided me to the couch and told me to sit, and after pouring glasses of wine, he sat next to me. 

I turned to face him with my right leg on the couch and my ankle under my left. I took the glass, and stared into his eyes while stretching my arm out to rest it on his thigh. 

We talked comfortably for a few minutes about each other's drive, about the room and about how much we both had looked forward to our meeting. 

"I am very attracted to you." Rodney confessed.

"And I can't believe how easy you have already made me feel." I said in return. 

His hand slid over top of mine, we leaned toward each other and kissed again. However, this time, our kisses were more directed and more passionate. We were both clearly excited and our need to be intimate directed our actions. I must say, it was difficult to keep from spilling my wine.

Our conversation began again, and we chatted about all sorts of things. We drank our first glasses of wine, and never refilled them. Our fingers were interlaced, and then apart. Fingers traveled up pant legs to feel bare skin. As we exchanged more kisses, more desire filled the air.

I scooted closer on the couch. My bent knee was on his leg and we were close enough to touch, and kiss, and make out like that sixteen-year-old kid I mentioned earlier.

I made the first move to advance our situation. We were both wearing button-down shirts and jeans. I broke our kiss to stare into his eyes, while deftly unbuttoning his shirt. 

My fingers slid inside his shirt and touched his chest for the first of many times. I leaned closer to him and kissed his jaw. My tongue tickled his skin on his cheek and traced a small line down to his neck as my fingers slid through his chest hair to his nipple. I felt, more than heard him take a quick breath as my fingers lightly circled his nipple and my teeth passionately bit the skin of his neck.

Before he stood from the couch, he whispered into my ear "I can't take this any more." With that, I stood, letting him take my hand once more. He began to lead me to the bedroom, but before we entered the room, I pulled him to a stop and slid my arms around his waist. I stepped closer, pulling him to me. Our bodies met, and I felt his rear push against my erection.

I stand at five-eleven, and my weight is proportionate to my height. I am not an Adonis, or a gym rat, I am just a normal looking and acting male. He is slightly taller than I am, and proportionate. His body is exactly what I wanted then . . . and now. 

As I gently bit his shoulder through his shirt, I finished unbuttoning it. Reaching up, I slid the shirt off his shoulders. I unbuttoned my own shirt, and quickly took it off. As my arms wrapped around his body, and my erection pressed against him once more, my fingers gently explored his stomach and his chest. 

While my fingers found his belly button and his nipples, my mouth kissed his shoulders and back, and my hips pushed against his rear again. His face and shoulders turned toward me, our lips met, his rear moving against me, my hands caressing his skin. My hands traveled down over his belly, the waist of his jeans, and finally to his stiffening erection. I could feel through the material of his jeans that he was magnificent!

As my lust for this man grew, so did my courage. My fingers found his belt, then the button of his pants, and finally his zipper. I unzipped his jeans and my fingers snaked into his pants. 

I pulled him even closer to me as I felt my way down his body. His penis felt wonderful as he became more and more aroused. I could feel the stiffening shaft, and the swelling head. I began to stroke him gently as we broke our kiss. I breathed heavily onto the skin of his back, and I felt him become extremely hard with my touch. 

My hand was forced from his erection as he turned to face me. Arm-in-arm, the warmth from our bodies merged, and our tongues met once again. We explored the contours of each other's back, and at different times, our hands grasped at each other's rear end. We took turns pulling our crotches closer, and grinding into one another. 

His fingers were at the button of my pants, then quickly unzipping them, and sinking to his knees as he pulled my pants down. I watched as his tongue traced the outline of my own erection through my underwear. He lingered at the wet spot at the tip of my erection and quietly moaned his pleasure. 

My underwear was slowly pulled over my hardness and then down over my thighs. He pulled my shoes off with my pants and underwear. With the exception of my socks, I was naked in front of him. His gaze was lustful as he took in the sight of me. His fingers were gentle and soft as he touched my penis. His hand was delicate, yet firm as he began to stroke me. 

While he was stroking me with his right hand, his left was sliding up the back of my leg, over the cheek of my ass, the small of my back and then down again. Then he began to stroke the inside of my left leg, from the back of my calve, up to the point where my leg is connected to my body. The back of his hand brushed and lingered at my balls. 

He moved closer to my body, his mouth opened and he began swirling his tongue around the thick head of my erect cock. The warmth and wetness of his tongue made me hold my breath. His hand encircled my balls, gently rolling them in his fingers as the head of my cock disappeared into his mouth. I could only throw my head back, and close my eyes when I felt his mouth slide along the length of me.

I looked down as his mouth moved again, exposing my shaft. I ran my fingers through his hair as he slowly moved my cock in and then out of his mouth. I felt his tongue glide along the underside of my shaft, and his fingers make their way between my cheeks to press on my hole.

I decided to take a little more control of the situation as my knees began to buckle a bit. 

I pulled out of his mouth and leaned down to kiss him. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and sank to my knees in front of him. I spread my legs and moved closer to sit in his lap. My arms were around his neck, and I was kissing him more passionately than I would have imagined. I melted by his touch, and he touched me in every place imaginable in this position.

Standing up again, I took both of his hands in mine. This time, I began to lead him to the bedroom. As we entered the room, I stopped and turned to him. I let go of his hand and stood there, looking into his eyes. Taking his cue, he kicked off his shoes and finished undressing for me. He was the most beautiful man I had seen. My desire grew as my eyes traveled from his toes up, over his body to stare into his eyes. His eyes were fiery and dedicated. The look of determination replaced his smile. His dark skin was sprinkled with hair in all the right places. His nipples were normal sized, and aroused. My eyes traveled down further and stopped at the sight of his erection. His cock was standing straight up, about seven inches in length and not too thick. The head was engorged and very wet with pre cum. 

I reached out and began to stroke him with one hand; the other cupped and squeezed his balls. He was so wet! I used my thumb to spread the liquid around the head, making him very slippery. 

My mouth found his nipple as my hands concentrated on his cock and his balls. I suckled the nub into my mouth and breathed in the scent of his skin. As my body sank, I kissed and licked everyplace that caught my attention. 

When I got down to my knees again, I lifted his cock and began sucking his balls into my mouth. I swirled one and then the other with my tongue as I stared up into his eyes. I continued stroking him with a firm grasp, coaxing the liquid from deep within his shaft.

My tongue traveled up between his balls, along his shaft and over the slit. I used as much of my tongue as possible to gather all of his slippery pre cum. I continued up, standing to meet him face-to-face. He began sucking on my tongue, tasting his own fluids as our cocks met and our bodies pressed together. 

We broke our embrace yet again and I walked over to the bed. I noticed a bottle of lube and condoms on the bedside table. Pushing him down on to the bed, I made him lay back. 

When I got next to him, I teasingly played at his lips with my tongue and teeth. My hands slid over his chest and down to his cock, which had begun to soften a little. 

I replaced my hand with my mouth. I did not take the time to lick and swirl, instead I swallowed his now semi flaccid cock into my throat. I moved him in and out, getting him as wet as possible. My hand squeezing his balls, and then sliding it up and down along with my lips. 

I felt him grow hard immediately. Each time my mouth reached the head of his erection, my mouth left him, and I squeezed and rotated my fist. Each time I took him into my mouth, my nose touched his pubic hair. I knew I was driving him wild. I continued this for a while until I felt him begin to pump my mouth. 

Once he really got going, I moved back up next to him to kiss him. Our hands were touching and exploring. Our lips and tongues were locked continuously, and lustfully. 

I turned to the bedside table to get the lube. Leaning up on one arm, I squirted a generous amount into my hand as he watched. I replaced the cap, and left the bottle between us for later. I spread the liquid over his cock and began to stroke him very slowly as we locked ourselves in another kiss. 

Up his shaft to the head, squeeze and rotate, then back down to the base. Back up slowly, squeeze, rotate, and back down. Then my hand slid further down, over his balls, between his cheeks, and to his hole. Then I worked my way back up.

With each touch at his hole, his legs spread further and further apart. I took this as an invitation. I squirted more lube into my hand and slid my fingers between his legs. I planted my lips onto his as I spread the slick lube onto his hole.

I slowly pushed one finger inside his body. He was warm, and very tight. I worked my finger in and then back out and around his rectum, spreading the lube all over. I slid a second, and then a third finger inside him. Within a few minutes, my fingers were moving in and out of his body with ease.

I stood up and pulled my lover off the bed. I turned him to face the wall, pushed his hands up the wall, and pushed his feet outward with mine. I moved up behind him, my cock against his ass and my hands stroking his back.

I pressed my body against him, whispering in his ear. As I quietly talked dirty to him, I pressed my cock between his ass cheeks. He arched his back and I felt my cock move up and down at his hole. I worked my cock at his hole, leaning my body against his, stroking his hands, his arms, under his arms, over his chest and nipples, over his belly, under his balls, over his cock, and then back up again. All the while, grinding my cock between his ass cheeks.

I pulled my body from his body. I started caressing his shoulders with my fingertips, sliding them down his back, over his ass, down the back of his thighs. Each time I began my ascent up his back with my fingers, I pushed my cock toward his love hole. 

I began pinching his left nipple with my left hand, and with my right, I guided my cock to his opening. I rotated the head of my cock around his hole for what seemed like an eternity. As my pre cum mixed with the lube at his opening, I pressed just the tip into his hole. 

He gasped for air as I pulled back out of him. Rotated the head around his hole, and then pushed back inside just a little. I continued to play with his nipple each time that I pushed in and then pulled out. I was purposely teasing him with my actions, and I know that he loved it. Each time I pushed in, he moaned, each time I pulled out he whined.

When I got to the point that I was lost in desire, I pushed the head of my cock into his body. I felt it easily slide inside him, and he dropped his right hand to grab my ass and pull me further inside.

Against our better judgment, I let him pull me all the way inside. As he thrust his ass toward me, and began to make rotating movements, my cock slid inside him to the hilt. I could not believe how hard he had made me, and how warm his body was.

I dropped my hand from his chest and grabbed his hips to better thrust into his body. As I looked down to watch my cock move in and out of my lover, I was struck by how much I wanted to make him feel good. I knew that he wanted this by our chats and phone conversation, but I had no idea how much I would enjoy doing this to him.

Within just a few minutes, I leaned my upper body onto his back as we continued our synchronized movements. My orgasm snuck up on us both. My vision blurred, my knees weakened, and I felt an explosion from within the core of my being. I came so violently that he almost screamed with his own release. 

When I had spent my entire load into his body, we staggered back and fell onto the bed. As I lay there, my fingers exploring his love hole and the wetness there, we kissed, giggled, and whispered to each other. 

I was overcome with the feeling of making love to this man.

After an hour or so, when I reached down and felt the beginning of another erection, we kissed again and again began to become one.

Another time. 



A First Meeting



It was a cold, wet, and windy day, miserable by anyone's standards, to make matters worse, as Trina drove into the car park she heard the train pulling out. Glancing at her watch she realised that it had arrived early, and knowing that she did not have the time to park and lock the car, knew that with the best will in the world she could not get to the station in time to greet him.

She had left home something over an hour previously, with what was for her an all-time speed record. Trina's sleek black M registered Peugeot with its fine beige leather upholstery and CD player belting out 60s music all the way, had run into a traffic jam on route. There had been some kind of accident ahead where a lorry had earlier spilt its load. Fortunately, she had arrived at the tail end of the clearing up process, which had just finished, making the wait only about twenty minutes, but the traffic though moving, had been slow.

For whatever reasons, his mobile phone had been switched off and she had been unable to contact him to tell him to wait, instead she headed for the hotel where they had agreed to meet. For the first time in her life, she was nervous at meeting someone. They had made this arrangement to meet because together they had proven perfect cyber-partners, compatible in all that they had shared.

It had all begun about six months previously; after an initial period of getting to know one another, they had been participating in cyber-sex on an almost daily basis. Eventually they had both bought headphones to be able to talk to each other, but more importantly to be able to listen to one another cumm. It spurred them on to even greater heights.

Then they had bought web-cams giving themselves the facility to watch each other also. Trina loved to see his cream spurting from the single eye of his beautiful cock, it made her climax so exhilarating, leaving them both totally breathless and with hearts racing. From there, it had been a short step to telephone sex while simultaneously using the web-cam.

Within a month of their first cyber meeting, they had grown very close very quickly, and Trina had realised that Simon had become more than just a quick fix for her insatiable pussy. She would go to bed and dream of him, and some days would awaken wet with excitement and use her vibrator. 

She would imagine that it was Simon's cock, licking it clean after she had orgasm'd, sometimes four or five times. At one time he had excited her so much, that the vibrator was almost unable to satisfy her hunger, cumming again and again, wanting more and more.

As these thoughts rocketed through her mind she saw him come in, recognising him immediately from their web-cam sessions she thought that he looked more handsome, and so self-assured. He went straight to the reception desk and she watched as he laughed and joked with the female receptionist. Trina didn't mind, she knew that he would be with her shortly and would never want to be with anyone else after that. She noted the casual way that he half turned; taking a cigarette from his packet of Dunhill as he made a quick sweep of the foyer with his eyes as he lit it. Mmmmmm, she mused, I love his hazel eyes, almost cat-like, dreamy, come to bed eyes, he has the grace and predatory look of the tiger, god he is turning me on!

Simon smiled at her, knowing instantly that she was Trina, even though he had only seen her on his web-cam. The word portrait that she had painted for him was clear in his mind; his heartbeat jumped, realising that she had instantly recognised him. The soft slow smile of her recognition could not hide the nervousness that she felt, but gathering up his bag he walked over and kissed her so gently on the lips that it felt like a butterfly's wing, a delicious shudder coursing right through her spine. 

Trina began to relax, feeling so at ease with this man, whom she had known for so long, yet had never met. Everything would be fine; she sensed it. Simon exuded confidence and through his relaxed style showed absolute delight at seeing her. He took her through to the bar, ordered drinks and put his arm around her almost protectively, she felt warm and comfortable with him already.

As he moved his hand up the middle of her back, she also knew that he was casually feeling for her bra, but as they had agreed, she wore no underwear at all. Trina knew that he would be turned on straight away and a wry grin crept across her face.

She could feel the warmth in her pussy spreading and realised that thinking of Simon being turned on had had the same effect on her. This was going to be a great night. 

Her nipples were beginning to swell now as they rubbed gently with every movement upon the soft and sensual silky material. Delightful thoughts of what they might be doing this night went happily tumbling through her mind.

Taking her elbow Simon guided her gently towards a vacant alcove possibly designed with lovers in mind, with its plush velvet seats and quiet exclusivity. 

A candle floated in a bowl of water, giving a soft glow, a single rose and an ashtray were on the solid oak table, and soft piped music added to the romantic ambience. 

Seating herself Trina moved along, patting the seat next to her indicating that he should join her. She wanted this strong man close to her at all times.

Initially the conversation was slow, perhaps a little stilted; they both wanted to say so much but felt an early awkwardness with the situation. However, as the drinks spread their warm glow, the conversation became more personal, coming around to Simon's writing. He had told her about the serious work he was doing, but she was more interested in the porn stories, admitting that they were excellent and always turned her on.

As they talked, she again felt those familiar stirrings in her pussy and moved closer to him, her thigh pressing tightly against his. Trina reached for his hand under cover of the table, the wrap-around skirt enabling her to pull it to one side easily for quick and easy access. 

Placing his hand on her bare thigh, she leaned closer to him, whispering that she wanted him to tell her what he was going to do to her. She felt him gently begin squeezing and working his way slowly along the soft skin. Talking about his erotic stories had seriously set her juices to flowing and she parted her thighs to improve his access to her very hungry pussy.

She was just as Simon had imagined her, but more attractive. So many times they had discussed this scenario over the Internet, both wanting it to be true but neither daring to believe that some day it might be. The flesh of her thigh was as warm and soft as he had expected it to be, and as his hand moved higher he felt her thighs part and the heat from her pussy. 

Within its cloth prison the one-eyed snake began to uncurl, stretching luxuriously, he was not worried, he knew that his coat would cover it; he also knew that it was time to go to their room

Finishing their drinks Simon took her by the hand and without speaking they made tracks away from the table. Situated on the ground floor the room commanded excellent views across the river, this chain of hotels being noted for the choice of location and quiet efficiency. The room itself was clean, tidy and of a high standard if not exactly luxurious.

Trina dropped her bag to the floor, as Simon did likewise, while softly closing the door behind them. She came straight into his arms, her lips soft, as he knew they would be, her body moulding itself to his, their tongues danced and everything was just how they each had imagined it to be. Simon fondled her breasts through the soft and exotic material of her top, feeling her nipples hardening to his touch. Swiftly he un-buttoned and removed the garment, allowing it to fall to the floor in a puddle of silk. 

Full soft breasts with hard nipples met his gaze, with a sharp intake of breath, he lifted the right one to begin suckling, the feeling superb, it felt so good in his mouth, large and already very hard, it had come to its fully erect state very quickly. 

Leaning back Trina sighed as she felt the rush of delight invade her clit, for so long she had thought of this moment and everything was moving exactly as she had hoped it would, she wanted it to last forever. Supporting her, his strong arm encircling her waist, as she abandoned herself to him. 

Reaching with one hand, she found and began stroking his rod through the material of his trousers, quickly finding that he was already aroused, and gripping it gently. She felt him briefly stiffen as she stroked up and down, knowing that the time had come to proceed further.

Putting one arm around his neck she regained an upright position without him letting go of her nipple. Using both hands now, she deftly unzipped him and went into his boxers to bring his erect weapon out into the open.

Simon groaned softly and leaving the nipple he had been suckling so feverishly sought and found the buttons of her skirt released it, allowing the garment to join her silk blouse on the floor. 

She stood before him now in all her naked glory; full ripe breasts with hard erect nipples, a flat abdomen, a beautiful shaven pussy with swollen pouting lips and a hard, erect clit. Turning her around a soft moan escaped her lips as he caressed her bottom. She became his for the taking. 

Gently pushing her legs apart, he asked her to bend over. Willingly she did so, pussy lips parting naturally to expose the hot, wet flesh inside. He let out a gasp as he saw the full beauty of her shaven pubes where her juices bubbled away quietly. Quickly divesting himself of his own clothing, he took hold of his now throbbing tool to stroke the length of her lubricated slit.

"Please Simon," she moaned, "I have dreamed of this for such a long time, I want you inside me, god only knows how much I want you. Don't make me wait any longer, put that gorgeous piece of love into me and take me, I need you so badly."

Gently Simon slipped into her wet and hungry pussy, beginning a slow rhythmic movement; in and out he went, so smoothly, in and out. Trina was so horny that this simple action brought her to the brink of her first orgasm and as Simon went deeply into her she cried out, "Yes, yess, yesss," as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure took her over the edge and into lovers heaven.

Simon pulled away from her, turning her to face him, she could see the tender and loving look in his glowing eyes, she knew with out doubt that this was the man for her and her heart went out to him all over again.

"Come," she said, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom, "let's take a shower together, it is so erotic." Trina adjusted the water to an ambient temperature and stepped over the edge of the bath and under the warm water, Simon quickly following. His cock was still erect but now took on an extra hardness at the thought of washing each other all over, and what must inevitably ensue.

Pouring a liberal amount of shower gel in one hand, she began to smooth it all over his chest. Simon's hairy chest turned her on very much, and her excitement grew correspondingly, the fine line between her nipples and clit coming more alive with every second, keeping her clit constantly hard and erect.

He took the gel from her and began the same, taking each lovely breast in turn; her nipples already erect, were tingling and flint hard as his hands stroked over each one, bringing her to a higher state of being.

"Oh! Simon, I'm sorry, but I have to pee," she said, a mischievous smile in her eyes.

"Mmmmmm, go ahead, I love to watch, it really gets me going."

Seating herself on the end of the bath Trina spread her legs as wide as the sides would allow and reaching between her thighs parted her pussy lips to give him a full view of her hot well of life. Soft pink flesh and the juices bubbling inside made his rod grow as hard as steel. "Oh Simon," she moaned as the pee began to trickle, "come and join me." The trickle quickly burgeoned into a steady stream and taking his cock in one hand he also began to pee, directing his stream at her now aching clit, the warm fluid hitting on the right spot, turning her on even more. The sight of their two streams joining and mixing made him want her that much more, and she him.

As they both finished Trina stood up and turned around, bending forwards, she held onto the sides of the bath presenting her beautiful cheeks and hungry gaping pussy. Simon was so turned on that he stepped forward and entered her without hesitation. As he did this she cried out, cumming almost immediately. Simon needed to climax also and began to pump into her greedy little pussy like a man starved. She responded to his movements immediately, meeting thrust with thrust, knowing that they would both climax very fast, she needed to feel him exploding inside her.

Simon put one hand in the small of her back, pressing down hard, and with the other grasped her long hair, pulling her head back. She gasped, letting out a long low moan, this was what she needed right now, to be taken by a good man as though she were an animal in heat. "Yesssss!" she hissed through her teeth, "take me Simon, fuck me like the tiger you are." With renewed vigour, he thrust deeply into her pussy, knowing how close she was and wanting to be there with her. 

Harder, faster and deeper he drove into her, his breath coming in gasps now; he could feel her cunt muscles gripping him tightly while at the same time his cock was swelling to fill her completely. A low growl started in her throat and he knew that she was starting her first orgasm; the sound spurred him on to an even greater effort. Pulling hard on her hair while pushing her down, made her push even further out to meet him, giving him deeper penetration. 

Her moans took on a different and louder perspective as she felt him swelling deep inside her pussy, knowing that he was about to explode. This spurred her on also, as she wanted them to climax simultaneously. Drawing very close to her own orgasm she cried out, "Oh yes, Simon, give it to me harder, faster, fill me with your hot juices, I'm going to cumm now baby, give me all you've got, bring it home for me, take it over the top". 

Simon exploded inside her like an erupting volcano, spurt after spurt of his hot creamy juice shooting into her, as wave after wave swept through her, leaving her trembling and weak, but oh so very happy.

He let go of her and as his rod, (no longer resembling the steel bar of a minute ago,) began wilting, pulled her upright and held her close, hands cupping her full breasts, the nipples still hard. There were salty tears of joy and pleasure running down her face, he kissed her eyes gently and licked away the tears, she smiled, this man is so gentle with me, she thought. The shower still running they washed each other, turned it off and got out of the bath. Gently he used the towel to dry her, paying particular attention to the under part of her breasts, the small of her back and between her thighs, that had now ceased trembling. Bidding her to sit on the toilet seat, one at a time he lifted her small feet, and also drying between her toes. Only then, did he attend to himself and go back into the room. 

Trina lay naked on the bed in the warm room, propped up on one elbow, her eyes following every move that he made.

Deliberately he poured two glasses of chilled wine and going to his bag, took out a box of chocolates and some other nibbles that he put on a small tray on her side of the bed. "Help yourself," he said, "they will only go back home with me if they don't get eaten."

She looked at him adoringly and replied, "Will you feed me please Simon?"

Smiling, he answered, "It would be a pleasure, but drink your wine first."

"Mmmmmmmm," said Trina, "whatever do you have in mind?"

"My sweet I can guarantee that you will enjoy every morsel." With that, they both began sipping the wine. Simon also lit two cigarettes, passing one to her.

Plumping up the pillows, he lay back to enjoy the wine, the cigarette and to drink in her loveliness.

Trina leaned towards him, and lightly traced the long scar down his chest with the tips of her fingers. She moved closer to him and he reached out an arm to hold her close. She was contented just to lay there for a moment in his comforting arms.

On entering the room, Simon had quickly surveyed it looking for specific points, and having found what he was looking for had then relaxed. Their glasses now empty, he said that she should just lay back and relax for a while, making herself comfortable. She looked so beautiful laying there that he fell in love with her all over again and bending, kissed her gently on the lips. Although they had only met for the first time 90 minutes ago, both felt that they had known each other all of their lives.

Reaching into his bag Simon fetched out a blindfold and with Trina already feeling at ease, she found herself able to put her trust in him, smiling he fitted it over her head, adjusting it slightly to ensure comfort. She assured him that it was and that she was unable to see. 

Returning to the bag, he brought out a set of four gold and maroon ropes with loops at one end. The idea of the loops was a safety precaution, designed so that should anything untoward happen to him; she would be able to free herself without any great difficulty.

He told her to stretch out her arms to the side, quickly slipping the loops over her wrists, tying off the other ends to the feet at the top of the bed. Simon repeated this with her legs until Trina was spread-eagled but comfortable. He smiled as he looked down on her, noticing that her nipples were hard, thrusting into the air and that her pussy lips were full and distended, the tip of her clit poking through between them. She obviously anticipated the pleasures to come.

Slowly, being momentarily carried away by the vision, he ran the back of his fingers along the inside of her thigh, causing her visible shivers at the touch. Delving back into the bag he took out a little box, inside it on a bed of cotton wool nestled three little glass suction bells. 

Squeezing the rubber top to expel the air he placed the first over her left nipple, ensuring that it was well seated, he let go and it drew the nipple deep inside, making it swell to twice its normal size, before repeating the same with the other. Trina groaned as this happened, the air escaping her lips with an audible hiss. 

He placed the third over her clit with the same reaction. "My god Simon, that feels so good" she said, "I have an idea what you have done, so telling me would only spoil the moment."

Simon smiled, and pouring a glass of wine he took a mouthful holding it there for a brief moment, before bending to kiss her, automatically her lips parted and he let some of the wine escape into her mouth, she smiled and swallowed. "Mmmmmm, that was a tasty kiss," she said.

Smiling he went to the ice bucket and taking out a cube started circling the aureole with it, causing the nipples to harden even more. "Oh my! That is so good Simon," she groaned. He continued with the other, getting the same reaction before trailing it down the centre of her body to the navel, where, letting it melt, it filled the small depression with ice cold water. Bending he licked it out of there, enjoying seeing her squirm with pleasure, at the same time inhaling her womanly aroma. 

Returning to the bag, he took out a small anal vibrator, removing the suction cup from her now very prominent clit, he began playing with it. Heavily pouting lips again being quite swollen showed the entrance where he had been a short while ago, she was open, receptive and quite ready for him.

Taking the now lubricated vibrator, he began to run the tip of it around her puckered little arse, gradually increasing the pressure. Trina said nothing; she was completely in his power and afraid that if she said anything he would stop, and she so wanted that tool in her bottom right now. As the sphincter muscle relaxed, she felt the vibrator slowly entering her and wondered why it was not switched on, but again said nothing.




A First Meeting



Once it was fully inserted Simon went to the box of chocolates and taking out one of the soft ones, coated it liberally with her juices before popping it into Trina's mouth. Taking another he did the same, but this time bit it in half, enjoying her taste as much as she did. She was ecstatic at tasting her own juices, although a little disappointed that she could no longer enjoy the taste of Simon, but nevertheless found it most enjoyable. 

Next he pulled his flexible friend from the bag, a rose pink soft jelly, cock-shaped, vibrator that bent every which way, which he had been told felt almost like the real thing, and to many women was the real thing. 

It was unnecessary to lubricate it, as her pussy was swimming, but he put it on a slow speed and inserted it in order to coat it with her juices before offering it to her to lick. She poked her tongue out greedily as her own sweet aroma assailed her senses; the smile on her face would have put a Cheshire cat to shame. 

Continuing, Simon took it away and re-inserted it into her now throbbing pussy, simultaneously switching on the anal vibrator, before turning the larger one up to full strength. Holding it in for a moment with one hand, he quickly removed the suction bell from her clit before starting to use the flexile friend for the purpose to which it had been designed. Moving into a comfortable position, he was able to work the vibrator in and out while keeping an eye on its smaller counterpart and at the same time suckling on her now much bigger and engorged clit. 

Trina bucked like a wild stallion, but he managed to hang on, as biting hard on her now distended clit, he brought her to a shattering climax that ripped through her like a tidal bore, wave upon wave of absolute pleasure. She had gone straight into a multi-climax, cumming over and over and Simon did not let go, even when she cried out enough; until he was quite satisfied that she had experienced her best climax ever.

He quickly removed both vibrators and blindfold, loosened the ropes and removed the nipple enhancers; tears were streaming down her face quite freely. He took her into his arms stroking her hair, cuddling her and holding her close to him as she slowly came down, whispering words of endearment, consoling her and enjoying her closeness. Slowly she came down from whichever planet she had been to and recognised him. 

As he kissed away her tears she whispered how much pleasure he had given to her and how that had been the ultimate for her and how much she loved him, and hoped that he would never leave her. Simon reassured her that he would be hers for as long as she needed him and should there ever be a parting of ways, it would not come from him.

She kissed him roundly, telling him that it would not come from her either, but he knew there were many years between them, and that one day she may want another; when he became unable to satisfy her any longer. In the meantime, he took immense pleasure in giving her as much knowledge in the field of lovemaking as he held in his repertoire.

Trina viewed Simon as a man with much experience, the ropes and blindfold not surprising her at all, but having enjoyed three tremendous climaxes, she longed to know what else he might have in store. She needed to give him the same pleasure that he had given to her, take him up and over the moon, she wanted him to feel the same rush, as she took him over the edge and into orgasmic heaven, that place where nothing exists but the moment.

Turning onto her side, she kissed him softly, the tip of her tongue tracing the outline of his lips, "you have such beautiful lips for a man, soft, so many men have hard lips, but yours are adorable."

"Oh, its confession time is it, he said smiling, "and you have kissed hundreds of men?"

Trina laughed, like a bubbling brook, "Well, I guess I have kissed a fair few in my life, there was my ex husband of course, a handful of boyfriends and who knows how many casual guys, but there is only one you and your lips are the best ever. I just love that bit where you suck my bottom lip and nibble on it gently, no one has ever kissed me like that before, and who knows, perhaps no one else ever will," she smiled, her eyelashes fluttering.

Simon chuckled, smiling up into her eyes, "I have many more surprises for you little Trina, both big and small, surprises that I just know you are going to enjoy."

She giggled, "Oooh Simon, I can't wait." Having said that, she got up, straddling his knees, facing him. "But now lover, you just lay back and enjoy your turn, we can talk later, Mama always told me I should never talk with my mouthful and darling I am going to be busy."

Nothing more than a contented sigh escaped his lips as Simon resigned himself to the inevitability of what was to be the pleasure of his first fellatio from Trina as he casually bent one leg, moving it to the side despite her sitting on them. 

Bending she kissed him once more, this time with passion before tracing wet lines down his body toward his growing cock. Reaching her destination Trina licked up and down its length to include the soft sac that held his testicles. 

One at a time she took each into her soft mouth, gently moving it around with her tongue. Was that a groan she heard? Satisfied, she believed, yes, and continued with the gentle massage, knowing how sensitive these little spheres could be.

Inches of hardening, stiffening cock that she held lightly in her hand swelled to its full magnificence, as her small hands stroked it, up, and down. She felt him turn slightly to find that he had dived back into his bag to pull out a small bottle of lubricating fluid that he handed to her.

"Mmmmm, I like strawberries," she cooed.

"If you use it on my weapon it will help stop the skin from drying out, and it will run more smoothly, I'm sure you will enjoy the flavour, he said softly.

"Thank you my lover, I will be happy to put this on for you, especially if it makes things more pleasurable for you."

Trina returned to her ministrations, liberally applying the lubricating gel before going back to licking his gorgeous spear, using the tip of her tongue to caress the underside of the glans, where it was the most sensitive. 

It was not long before a bead of pre-cumm appeared at the tip, which she avidly lapped up while mewling with pleasure like a little kitten. The taste surprised her, it was kinda sweet, something she had never encountered before, but she put it down to the strawberry flavoured lubrication.

Simon groaned as her tongue gently lapped at the glans, feeling a slight twitch in his tool, the feeling so delicious that he wanted to ram his cock down her throat. However this was not the time unless it was her wish, they had the whole weekend before them and this was only Friday night. There was a lot that they needed to find out about one another and he had so much that he wanted to teach her also.

He groaned quite loudly as she took the head into her mouth sliding the length of her tongue over the glans as she did so, there was no other feeling that brought such euphoria except that of the climax.

Trina heard the groan, taking this as an admission that she was doing it correctly for him. Slowly at first, she moved her lips down his length, taking about six inches into her delicious and greedy little mouth until feeling it touch the back of her throat. She found it to be a bit of a strain as he was so thick around, but felt that with a few more sessions like this she would soon get used to having her mouth stretched.

Her objective now was to make him climax, she wanted to experience his cream to the full now that she had enjoyed a little taster. Working quickly now, she moved into a better position, and taking advantage of this Simon was able to simultaneously fondle her breasts.

"Oh baby," he moaned, as his breathing became more shallow, "don't stop now, I am so close." Trina had no intention of stopping, and to indicate this began to suck harder, allowing the tip of his beautiful fat tool into the entrance of her throat, where she could use the muscles to help him along. She could hear him gasping for air as he rapidly approached climax.

Harder and harder she pumped, sucking deeply, listening to him moan as she worked. The beautiful tool swelled even further in her mouth indicating that he was about to give up his seed for her. 

Hearing Simon's loud cry, she felt his body stiffening momentarily, and then the first jet of his cream erupted into her mouth with great force, making it difficult for her to swallow before the next. She felt three of these forceful ejaculations, until with a sigh they began to lessen. Trina now knew that it was not the strawberry lubricant, but his cream was actually sweet, and she loved the unusual taste.

She moved beside him, to be told by Simon that she was a good girl, and really knew how bring pleasure to a man, by paying him the ultimate compliment that could be given by any woman, he went on to say that she really knew how to please him.

"Darling Simon I would do anything to please you, you have made me so happy tonight," leaning over she kissed him and he tasted his own cream from her delicious little mouth.

"Mmmmm, I taste delicious lover, who needs food!"

They both laughed out loud, but then he continued by saying, "my darling Trina, I am glad to have brought you so much pleasure tonight and promise you that there will be much more for you, but now you must rest." Having said that he pulled back the sheets and allowed her to slip into them before climbing in beside her.

Turning toward her he put one arm around her shoulders and she came into his arms to be cuddled some more before dropping off into a deep and well-earned sleep.



A First Meeting



She stood in front of the mirror, checking yet again that she looked alright. She'd dressed for him, wearing a short black skirt a sheer top through which could be seen the pale blue basque. She also wore black stockings and heeled shoes.

She was excited yet nervous having never done this before. All her previous lovers she'd known ages but this guy she'd known barely a week, and having only chatted to him online, she knew she was taking a bit of a risk. 

The doorbell rang; she took a deep breath to calm her nerves then walked through to answer it.

"Hello. Come in out of the rain," she said as she moved aside.

"Hi," he replied as he stepped inside.

She smiled at him. "Now you're sure you're not a homicidal maniac?"

He laughed and holding his arms out to his sides asked. "Would you like to check for concealed weapons?"

She ran her hands along his arms, then down his sides over his hips and legs. As she stood her hand lightly brushed his erection.

"Now that feels like a loaded weapon to me," she said as she leant forward to kiss him on the lips. "Come on through."

She led him through to the living room.

"This is a nice place," he said as he sat on the settee. "And you look absolutely fabulous. Come here."

She went and sat beside him. He brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She responded. He wound his fingers in her mass of curls and continued to kiss her more passionately; his tongue exploring her mouth. She subconsciously followed his lead, her hand caressing the short cropped hair at the nape of his neck.

"You kiss well," she whispered close to his ear.

"As do you," he replied as he moved to kiss her neck.

He proceeded to unbutton her blouse. As he slipped it from her shoulders he kissed them. He then left a trail of kisses down and across the tops of her breasts.

She removed his T-shirt slowly running her hands up his sides as she did so.

"No vest? You'll catch cold," she murmured as her thumbs brushed across his nipples. He groaned unable to answer as she lowered her head and kissed each nipple in turn, gently sucking at them.

She sat back and undid his trousers. His erect prick straining at the material sprang out to greet her.

"And no underpants..... You hussy." 

She stroked his prick, it throbbed with her touch. She leant forward and licked the head, tasting his pre-come. She took the head into her mouth and ran her tongue all around and over it. Very slowly she took the full length into her mouth, and then just as slowly withdrew. Again she licked the head and slowly took his full length. As she withdrew she grazed her teeth gently along his length. It felt so good the sheer pleasure as she continued the slowness the depth.

"I can't........" He groaned as she stepped up the pace and stroked the area of skin just behind his balls. That did it for him. "Oh fuuuck."

He came in her mouth, she took it all, and then ran her tongue over his now sensitive prick before sitting up.

She smiled at him, her mouth closed, and lent forward to see what he'd do. He smiled at her realizing now why she hadn't told him whether she swallowed..... It was all part of the game. He put his hand behind her head and pulled her towards him, kissing her deeply. 

"Thank goodness for that," he said and they both laughed. "Stand up."

As she did so, he removed her skirt. He ran his hands up her stocking clad legs, over her buttocks and across her basque. He stood and walked around behind her, where he again stroked her buttocks. He stepped up encircling her with his arms, pulling her close, his still erect prick pushing at the cheeks of her ass. He kissed her neck again and she leaned back against him.

"Where's your bedroom?" He asked

She led him through to it and sat on the bed. He gently pushed her back, leaning over her, he kissed her. He released her breasts from the basque caressing then kissing each one. He stroked the pubic hair around her pussy, before stroking the lips. She sighed. 

He ran his fingers between her parted lips towards her already swollen clit, she was damp and inviting. 

He so wanted his prick in her warm wet pussy but that could wait.

He lowered his head and slid his tongue the length of her pussy lips, she quivered. He parted her lips with his fingers, his tongue dipping into her depths. He tasted her sex and wanted more. He grabbed her buttocks and pulled her towards him as he greedily sucked at her. She squirmed against his mouth as he teased her clit with his tongue and inserted two fingers into her pussy. He continued sucking her clit but as she neared an orgasm, his fingers replaced his tongue on her clit and his tongue licked at her pussy waiting to taste her as she came.

"Wow" she sighed as he lay beside her on the bed. They lay for a while touching caressing and kissing.

She then rolled him onto his back and straddled him. She looked at him seriously "I'm sorry.......... But I've just got to do this again." She smiled wickedly. He attempted to stop her but she pinned his hands to the bed, kissed his mouth, neck and down to his nipples again. He sighed as she kissed and licked them. She released his hands, took hold of his prick and stroked it against her pussy.

She guided the head into her and held it there. As he tried to thrust she rose with him. She then very slowly lowered herself. Both of them savouring the feeling as his prick filled her pussy. She proceeded to fuck him, varying the long deep strokes with short fast ones.

As their excitement built he rolled her onto her back. With her legs over his shoulder he fucked her hard and fast.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck" she screamed as she came. With that he too came pumping her full.



A First Meeting



I travelled the 40 minutes down the motorway in a level of anticipation I hadn't expected.  The question of should I? or shouldn't I? kept repeating itself in my head, but here I was in the final few minutes of the journey.  I parked my car at the park and ride car park and took my place on the waiting train for the city centre.  The butterflies in my stomach getting worse as the train rumbled its way along the track.  As it pulled into the station, everyone bustling to get off, yet again I wonder have I made the right decision.  I head off to wait for the phone call and wander round the book shop.

The phone vibrates in my pocket after only a few minutes.  He's early!!!. Taking a deep breath I answer it.

"Hello My slut" the familiar voice says.  

Breathlessly I reply "Hello Sir."

"Are you ready for Uus to meet?" He says.  

"ummmmm  Yes Sir"  I answer unsteadily.

"Alright, I'll meet you at the café across the street from the main entrance in a couple of moments" came the reply, as He hung up the phone.

I made my way out of the station and crossed the road, finding myself outside the café, looking round for a man on his own. No idea what to expect from Him. 

His voice resonated in my ear from behind me.  "We meet for the first time My slut"  making me jump as I turn around.  

All my butterflies working at once as my stomach drops, until I look into Your kind, firm eyes and they all disappear.  It feels right.

I'm sat opposite You in the café before I realise it, and talking about the journey, the traffic and the usual small talk on meeting until our drinks arrive.

The strangeness of never seeing you before beginning to wear off ... while You are so familiar with ALL of me.  This seems so right.  Your conversation with me earlier giving me the choice of how our meeting will progress still in the back of my mind as we chat.  Do I want to just chat, have a coffee and get to know You, or do I want to feel your hands on my body ... spanking me maybe ... bringing me to orgasm as You have spoken about and directed so many times????  My mind jumping between one decision and the other now we are face to face.  The trust is there, the desire there, but am I ready? Can I take it? Will I live up to Your expectations? Or my expectations of myself? I sigh deeply as I sit wrapped in my thoughts.

"That's a big sigh, what's the matter?  What are you thinking about instead of what we're talking about?" You ask.

"Nothing Sir" I replied quickly, knowing that You knew that wasn't the truth.

You smile.  "I think I know your thoughts better than that by now, what is it?" You say.

I tell you my fears, reluctantly and with Your encouragement.  You don't dismiss them, but accept them, as deep down I knew You would.  Your words calm me, and I realise as I listen to Your voice I'm making myself more nervous than I need.  The trust is there, so everything will be alright ... the desire is there ... I am ready ... I can take whatever You decide, because You will only take me as far as I want to go ... I will live up to Your expectations, because I'll do my best ... and as for my expectations of myself, well, they are always too high, so, I'll just enjoy myself.

Your voice breaks into my thoughts "So, My slut, have you decided ... are we going to have another coffee here, or shall we wander down the street to that hotel and I'll get us a room and have a coffee in private?"

I look up into Your eyes and see the passion and strength there and reply "I think the hotel sounds good Sir."

You smile and stand up saying nothing, walking over to pay for the coffees.  I pick up my bag and follow You.  As I get near, You turn and look for me, taking my arm to guide me out of the café and down the street.  We walk briskly towards the hotel You have in mind, not saying a word.  Your hand firm but gentle on my arm.  The butterflies are building in my stomach, feeling like giant elephants doing a tap dance.  We get to the hotel and you check us into a room, You guide me there, everything seems like a dream.

The door opens in front of us ...I don't really remember getting there ...and then closes behind us with that click and a second final click as You lock it firmly.

"Alone at last" You say with a smile in Your voice "and you look absolutely petrified."

I start to giggle "I can't actually believe I'm here Sir" I reply.

You shrug Your coat off, and jacket as You say "Coffee or?"  and I just look up at you and smile, giving You the answer You wanted.

"Come here My slut" You say.  I take the few steps that bring me to stand right in front of You.  

You take my bag out of my limp hand and put it on the dresser, all the time keeping eye-contact with me.  Slowly You undo the buttons of my coat to reveal my dress beneath.  You ease the coat over my shoulders and off me and put it over the chair near us.  You start to undo the six buttons down the front of the simple black dress to reveal my black bra and thong knickers beneath and the hold-up stockings, you ease the dress over my shoulders, and that joins my coat carefully on the chair.  I'm stood in front of You for the first time, and I know I've done the right thing.

Your hands begin to caress my shoulders ... running down my arms and back to my shoulders.  Then make their way to my breasts, teasing my nipples through the delicate material of my bra, pinching them.  I shudder at Your touch, the thrill running through my whole body, my cunt wet.  You reach behind me and in a second my bra has joined my dress and coat, and I'm stood in front of You with my breasts bare, nipples erect and throbbing in anticipation of Your further touch.

"Are you happy My slut?" You ask. Your voice deep and sensual cutting through my thoughts of Your hands on my body.

Smiling up at You .. I answer "Yes Sir, I am Your slut ... and so happy I came"

You smile and tell me to stay there. You strip off Your clothes, and return to me.  You are all I expected .. strong .. Dominant .. and yet caring.  You turn me round and bend me over the arm of the sofa that's in the corner of the room, saying nothing.  I know what's going to come.  I feel Your hand gently rubbing my backside .. each cheek either side of my thong.  Then ..crack .. as You connect firmly with the right cheek, and straight away .. crack .. on the left.  I tense and take a deep breath after the first with shock at the suddenness.  Then again to the right .. then the left.  Not at all gentle .. firm strokes .. heavy strokes.  My cunt feels every blow .. my breasts tingle.  Your hand connects again .. and again ... again and again.  In my mind I count each one .. up to twenty.  Then You stop and gently rub each cheek.

"Well done My slut, hardly a murmur" You say with a smile in Your voice, "did you enjoy that?"  

Looking round at You I reply "Yes Sir, thank You Sir."

You laugh.

"Well then ...." You say, Your hand still stroking my backside. 

You reach down and pull down my knickers getting me to step out of them. Spreading my legs wide so I'm on display for You.  Before I can take a breath it seems Your hand connects again ... and another twenty firm strokes land on my now hot and burning cheeks.  My breasts are throbbing and my cunt is on fire, rippling with the need to cum.  I'm unable to keep still as I start clenching my cunt to prevent me cumming.  

"Please Sir, may I cum?" I ask as You're spanking me.  

You don't reply .. and I know I dare not cum, so I hold myself, keeping as still as I can.

At the end of the twenty strokes You rub my backside again gently, then plunge Your finger straight into my now dripping cunt, it slides in easily and You join it with another before thrusting them in and out while rubbing my throbbing clit.  I can feel Your hard cock pressing against my burning backside as You lean against me.  

I feel the trembling increasing inside me as Your fingers are plunging in and out of me and You tease my clit.  

"Cum My slut" echoes in my head as I finally let myself give in to the emotions tumbling through me at Your hand, and I give my cum to You. 



A First Meeting



**The characters in this story are real, although any names are fictional. The events described did not take place, but they could**

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PART ONE

I am nervous as I fumble with the key you sent me, easing it into the lock of the door you directed me to. My hands tremble as I push the door shut behind me. There are no windows, and I pause for a moment to allow my eyes grow accustomed to the darkness. I find the candles where you said they would be, and light them as instructed. 

The flicker of the muted flames thrusts my surroundings into gentle appearance, but I deliberately don't take too much in, only vaguely registering a large bed, a small padlocked chest in the shadowy corner. Flashes of steel glint at the corners of my vision, murmurs of restraints trying to make themselves known, but I don't allow myself to see them. I train my eyes straight ahead of me, focussing on the smooth wooden floor as it glints in the candlelight, and attempt to convince my body to stop shaking. 

I don't know how long you will be, or what you intend to do with me when you arrive. The mystery and anticipation is exquisite torture, and every inch of my skin is on fire as my thoughts relentlessly dance over what my yearning body secretly hopes will come. 

As I stand in the cool, dark room -- your instructions did not mention whether I was allowed to sit, so I don't take the chance -- my head slightly bowed, I cast my mind back to the moment I received your note, with the key enclosed. It had been simple, to the point, containing directions and instructions as to how to prepare myself. I glance down at my body, hoping I have remembered everything you asked me to do, hoping my outfit and my appearance will be acceptable. The heels are uncomfortably high but I know how good they look, and I am aware of how they cause my hips to sway when I walk, how they lend an explicit femininity to my every movement. The outfit is tight, binding, but I like the feeling of being constrained within it, like the way it leaves little to the imagination, laying my figure plainly out for your assessment. 

I don't plan to admit it to you, but I have been throbbing since opening your letter. Throughout my preparations, as my imagination dawdled over what lay ahead, my pussy tingled and grew wetter and wetter, demanding attentions I knew I was not allowed to give it. 

Now that I am finally standing here, I am aching with anticipation. I can feel the slickness of my juices trickling on my inner thighs, unhindered. Although my legs are clamped shut I feel deliciously exposed. I had experienced a brief moment of hesitation when I read your instruction -- no, your command -- not to wear any underwear, but I quickly forced the doubt from my mind, eager not to disappoint you. 

I am freshly scrubbed and shaven, still tingling from the most thorough bathing I have ever given myself, my skin smooth and soft and yielding. Fervent. A slight smile caresses my lips as I remember the almost ritualistic preparations I made for tonight. I followed your instructions to the letter, soaking in the scented oils, luxuriously preparing every inch of me to be laid bare for you, making me glow. I can smell the soft, unobtrusive fragrance that lingers from my bath, with its heady overtones of jasmine, but underneath the perfume there is a trace of something deeper, something dark. I wonder if you will be able to smell my arousal, if my body will betray its need. 

I don't know how long I have been here, standing and waiting, when I hear faint footsteps, see the handle of the door begin to turn. My breath catches in my throat as the door leisurely opens to reveal you there, an almost mocking smile playing on your lips as you survey me. Fearing you must be able to hear my heart hammering in my chest even from across the room, I slowly raise my eyes to meet yours. 

Your gaze embraces me, languorously sweeping up and down. I know you are appraising me, noting my outfit, examining my body, making sure I have carried out the correct preparations. A soft frown creases your forehead as you look at me and I am unable to breathe, desperate to please you. I can't believe I may have fallen at this first hurdle, that I may yet be found wanting, and I frantically rack my brains to think what could be wrong. 

Eventually you begin to move towards me, crossing the room in two or three swift paces to where I stand, rigid, expectant. Shaking your head, you reach out and grip my hand, lifting my arm. My heart sinks as I note what you have seen, the little ring of silver circling my wrist. I had adhered to your instructions about wearing no jewellery, but forgot to remove the watch I put on automatically every day.

Even as your eyes hold mine, your fingers on my skin burn. My lip trembles as you snap open the clasp of my watch, roughly pulling it from me and carelessly discarding it. As it clatters on the hard floor the sound is shattering, and I am immediately aware that neither of us has yet spoken. 

When your hand releases mine I feel sure there must be a mark where your fingers gripped me, feel sure that my desire must be written there plainly on my skin. "What do you say?" you ask, your voice low. I cannot tell how angry you are and I can't force myself to meet your eyes.

"I'm...sorry," I whisper miserably, feeling wretched to have failed to follow the most simple of instructions.

"Sorry what?" Your intonation is rough but your expression is not, as your gaze once more catches mine and forces me to keep it.

"I'm sorry, Master..." The words are torn from me, my voice shaking. 

"It's ok. It is just one more to add to your list."

"My...list?"

"Of punishments. For your indecision." There is a smile in your voice as you teasingly remind me. "You seem to have been able to make the decision to come here tonight, though. No 'maybe' this time?" 

You do not wait for an answer, suddenly grabbing a handful of my long hair and yanking my head back. I am aware that my neck is exposed, and I gasp involuntarily as I feel your breath on the curve of my throat. "I am pleased with you, slut." You are so close that your lips tickle me as you speak and the tiniest brush of your flesh on mine sends shocks down my body. I can't believe how the smallest touch can affect me so, and my legs almost give way at the thought of what is to come.

Your mouth is moving up my neck, urgently, seeking, until it finally comes to rest on mine, moving insistently, forcing my lips to part to give your tongue entry. I join you willingly in the kiss, but your hand keeps a firm hold on my hair, and you pull back from me, teasingly, preventing me from leaning in to meet you. My arms stay clamped at my sides, aware that I need your permission to move, terrified of doing anything else wrong. 

It is sweet agony as your tongue softly traces my lips, tasting me, and you know exactly what you are doing to me. I let out a strangled moan as you pull back from me again, and you laugh mockingly. "All in good time," you whisper, "You don't think Master will be content with such a brief taste, do you?" I gaze at you mutely, not daring to speak. 

Suddenly I feel your hand on my thigh, grabbing, roughly kneading the flesh as you force my legs open. You use your foot to kick my legs apart and the unexpected violence of the action causes me to shudder, not unpleasantly. I know you are checking to see if I followed your last instruction, and I squeeze my eyes shut as your fingers probe, carelessly touching me at my most intimate, feeling to your satisfaction my smooth skin, slick with need against your exploring fingertips. 

Your eyes widen with amusement as you realise just how wet I am, a deep, insistent wetness that has not abated over the hours of expectancy. "Why are you so wet, slut?" you demand as your hand continues moving over me, casually. The question floors me for a moment, and I gaze at you wordlessly. We both know my shyness, know how hard it is for me to articulate my most intense yearnings, and I fold under your stare. You are aware that no matter how far my imagination runs, I have always been reluctant to follow it, lagging behind in my comfort zone, happy to dream my desires but scared to experience them. 

I remain silent but you insistently repeat the question. "Tell me why you are so wet, slut. What is it that has excited you so much today?" 

"I...the thought of meeting you," I volunteer, my voice barely above a whisper.

"It can't just be that. That wouldn't have you throbbing like this. You've been picturing what is going to happen to you tonight, haven't you? What you want me to do to you?" I close my eyes against your invasive tone. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

The silence is deafening but I cannot break it, cannot bring myself to put into words all the things we both know are lurking in my mind. All I can do is let out the tiniest sigh of frustration, which you do not fail to register. "All right. You don't have to tell me for now, but we will soon break down those barriers. Before the night is out you will have no more shame, you will be able not only to say but to scream exactly what you want." I shudder with excitement at the thought. 

"But, first things first. I think I owe you a punishment." I can feel my cheeks flushing as you grin at me. You have removed your hand and now you glance at it nonchalantly. We can both see my juices glistening on your fingertips. I blush harder at this evidence of my excitement, held up for me to see. With another smile you lift your fingers to my lips, brushing my wetness over my mouth, slipping each fingertip between my lips and allowing me to clean myself from you. "Good girl," you mutter as I suck eagerly on a finger, "But don't get too carried away. First it's time for your punishment..."

PART TWO

I taste my first frustration as you pull your fingers from my mouth, leaving my head thrust forward towards you, my lips open, seeking, wanting more. You laugh again, cruelly, watching as my face falls with disappointment. "You are such a dirty girl." Your low, sexy voice has a harsh edge and I blush and thrill. "Do you know what I do with dirty girls like you?" I gaze up at you, wide-eyed, bite my lip, and softly shake my head. "Don't give me that innocent look. I'm tired of your games." I frown slightly, watching you warily. This is new; there is something there, a sharpness I wasn't expecting. 

"You know exactly what you want, and I'm not going to buy into this idea that you're all shy and sweet when really, you love being told you're just a dirty slut. You expected me to come here and play along with your little fantasy? Order you around, call you names, turn you on? You want to go through the motions but you have no idea what it's really about." 

Suddenly, you grab me by my hair and drag me to the bed, pushing me down roughly. Then you are over me, pinning me down. I struggle instinctively but your weight prevents me from moving and really, we both know I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. "You thought you could play games with me, didn't you?" I squeeze my eyes shut, turning my head away from you. I can feel tears pricking at the back of my vision and I refuse to let you see them. 

"You want to play at being submissive, you want to have a nice little spank and a nice hard fuck but really feel like you're in control the whole time, don't you?" As you speak, you move off me. I lay perfectly still, telling myself that I don't dare to move, that this is a side of you I don't know, I don't trust. In reality, my desire to stay where I am has nothing to do with fear. 

I can hear you fumbling with something, but I keep my eyes closed. "That was what you wanted, wasn't it? To play out your nice little fantasy with a nice firm Master who'd do exactly what you wanted and do things the way you like them?" I whimper and shake my head, my eyes still shut. "You only ever pushed as far as you wanted. You never let yourself get uncomfortable. You always made your excuses." I am sobbing now; the anger in your voice is impossible to ignore and my desire to please you is as overwhelming as ever. 

"Look at me," you command, and your hands are in my hair again. Immediately I open my eyes, to find your face hovering just inches from mine. Your eyes are cold and calm as you survey my discomfort. "That may be what you think you want, but I know what you need. I'm done playing."

You jerk my head up by my hair, lifting it from the pillow for long enough to slip a blindfold over my eyes. You fasten it securely, tightly, so that I am in complete blackness. For a few moments, all I can hear is my ragged breathing as I struggle to compose myself. I am still laying on my back, fully clothed, my arms by my sides. I can't hear you anymore, and you allow the silence for at least five full minutes, during which time my mind tortures me with terrible and delicious images of what might lay ahead. 

Finally, I hear you take a deep breath. When you speak, your voice is calmer. "You made me angry. You pretend you're so shy and sweet, you are constantly making excuses, using your innocence as a barrier. You say you want to learn, but you will not leave your comfort zone. I have no time for that." You sigh, and briefly caress my cheek, with a gesture so fleeting I'm not sure I didn't imagine it. "I am sorry if I hurt you. That was not your punishment. Nor is this. Your punishment, if we get to it, you will enjoy. This is not about that." You pause again, and I feel your weight as you sit on the edge of the bed. "Get up." 

As I scramble to obey you, I feel completely disorientated due to the blindfold and my unfamiliar surroundings. I am clumsy as I clamber off the bed and I feel utterly inelegant as I stumble in my high heels. "Turn around." I do so, still unable to see a thing, my hands automatically groping at the air ahead of me. "Take three steps forward. Big steps. Ok, one more." I follow your instructions, finding it surprisingly hard to walk in heels without the benefit of being able to see where I am going. I think I must look ridiculous, tottering like a little girl in dressing-up clothes. "Now, strip. Throw your clothes and shoes behind you. Quickly, please."

I hesitate. You have not seen me naked yet, and this is hardly how I envisaged the situation coming about. I bend down and begin to undo the straps of my shoes, but it is too late; you saw my hesitation, noted my indecision. You know me too well. "All right, leave the clothes on. You're just making it worse for yourself. Kneel down." The floor is cold and hard on my knees. I grope around with my hands and feel that I am in the corner, unsurprisingly. "Put your arms behind your back," you snap, and the anger is there again. I comply, bowing my head, glad you can't see my confusion and pain and discomfort written across my face. I can hear you moving around the room. I am surprised when I note the click of the door opening. 

"I am going out for the evening. Dinner and drinks with friends, I will be a few hours at least. I was going to take you with me, show you off, but you have really disappointed me." I bite down on my lip, shame washing over me. "If you are still there, in that exact position, when I return, then we'll see. Then maybe I'll know you're serious about this." You cross the room and I feel your hands on the sides of my face, lifting my head. "It's not difficult. Just uncomfortable, and boring. It's not sexy. It's not exciting. I'm not going to tie you up. Your hands are free, you can take the blindfold off, get up and walk away if you want to. If I come back and you're not here, we won't be talking again -- I'll know you've made your decision." With that, your hands leave my face and I hear you blowing out each of the candles, followed by the unceremonious slamming of the door as you exit the room. 

I am left kneeling in my uncomfortable position on the chilly floor, not entirely sure what has happened. As I struggle to focus my mind, all I feel is deep disappointment. I know you're right. I liked the fantasy, but I somehow believed I could stay in control. Now, I have a decision to make. I know you are not messing around; I know you are experienced, and good at what you do, and serious. I am flattered you have taken the time for me, and I don't want to let you down. I don't want to let myself down.

As the minutes creep by, in my darkness I lose track of the time. It's cold. All I am aware of is my sore knees, the pins and needles in my feet, the pain where the blindfold cuts tightly into me, a gnawing headache pushing at the back of my eyes, thirst. You were right; it's not sexy, it's not exciting. I am sore and bored and cold and fed up while you are out enjoying yourself, and this is certainly not how I planned spending the bulk of my evening. However, I persevere. How much of it is out of sheer stubbornness, I'm not sure. All I know is I want to prove myself to you. So I wait.

At least four hours must have passed before I finally hear your key in the door. You close the door behind you but don't speak, and I listen as you move around the room, lighting the candles again. The bed creaks as you sit down on it. Still you don't speak, and I don't move. Eventually, "Well, this is a pleasant surprise." Your voice is warmer than before, and this fills me with relief. "It's certainly a start, anyway." 

The clink of glass, the gentle glug of wine being poured. I make no sound and no movement; I am learning. Then, I feel something cold pressing against my lips; the edge of a wine glass. You hold my head as you tilt the liquid into my mouth and you laugh as I gulp, thirsty. "Slowly," you chide, and I feel it dribble down my chin. In a flash you are gone again, leaving me frustrated, even that brief, mundane contact having aroused me more than I would have thought possible. 

"Ok, let's try this again. Strip for me."

This time I am ready, and I immediately shed my clothing. I hear you chuckle softly as I struggle slightly with the complicated straps on my shoes, but I soon get them off. Without being told to, I return to my position on my knees with my hands behind my back. There is a smile in your voice when you speak again. "You're getting it. Good." I hear you gather up my clothing, tidy it away. Then, without warning, you scoop me up in your arms and carry me to the bed, sitting down with me in your lap. I am startled, but you know I love the feeling of being helpless and tiny against your large frame. I squirm in your embrace, wantonly pressing my body into yours, but you laugh and firmly push me away from you. Your hands smooth over my hips as you arrange me into position over your knee. The way you are handling my body, carelessly, seemingly unmoved by my nakedness, is a huge turn-on. I begin to feel excited once more; I think I have pleased you, and I finally recognize this dynamic.

You are still fully dressed and the roughness of your clothes against my smooth, bare skin excites me. You know it makes me feel dirty, to be spread over you, naked for you, while you remain clothed. "Keep still," you instruct as your hands move over my body. I do, but we both know how I thrill to your slightest touch. You feel over every inch of me, from my legs to my shoulders, never pausing or lingering anywhere, as casually as if you were simply inspecting a piece of furniture for scratches. My nipples harden as your hands pass over my breasts, but you don't seem to notice. I am disappointed, frustrated that my body does not seem to be having any effect on you. When your hands begin stroking my buttocks, I know what is coming, and my breathing quickens. It is time for my long-awaited punishment, and you do not disappoint. 

Each slap as you spank my arse is harder than the one before. It is more painful than I imagined, stinging my sensitive skin, but I know I can't cry out. You are strong and your slaps are firm. I lose count as they continue to rain down on me, as I am taken over by the exquisite pain, sending shockwaves up and down my body, burning my nipples and my drenched pussy. You stop as abruptly as you began, leaving me quivering, melting. Your hand caresses my flaming skin, which I know must be glowing red for you, and you let one finger slowly dip between my legs. I can't help moaning as I part my thighs further for you, wriggling and squirming, desperate for your touch. You clamp your other hand over my mouth as your finger continues to probe, exploring me. I groan into your palm as you part my pussy lips, stroking up and down over my wetness, just barely grazing my aching clit. My cunt is engorged and desperate after hours of prolonged arousal, and the spanking has only served to get me dripping further. I try to push my hips back to meet your touch, but you remain tantalizingly gentle, your fingertips simply glancing over me. You are teasing me and you love the power you have over my body, love the way my hips are rocking, the way my whole body is shifting and squirming in your lap, uncontrolled. 




A First Meeting



Again you place your hands on my hips and lift me, moving my body around as though I were no more than a doll. This time you position me so I am straddling your lap, facing you, and finally you remove the blindfold. The contact of our eyes is almost more intimate than feeling your fingers in my pussy and instinctively I turn from the invasive proximity. You tut and roughly turn my head to face you. "You need to at least be able to look me in the eye, little one," you scold smilingly. "Do you still think that you can play games?" I shake my head, but a flash of anger passes over your face and immediately I know what you want.

"No, Sir." My voice is more confident than I feel and I manage to tentatively hold your gaze. 

"I don't know. I'm not about to think that a few hours of corner time is all it takes to teach you. But it's a start. It shows me you want to be taught." You pull my head towards you. I am expecting a kiss, but instead you take my bottom lip roughly between your teeth and bite down as your hand finds my breasts and begins to knead and squeeze the pliant flesh, cupping them and sharply twisting the nipples between your fingers. I arch my back, accommodating you. Your touch is rough, far from the fumbling caresses that are all I have ever been used to, and I know you don't care about hurting me. 

As I straddle you I can feel your cock hard, straining against your jeans. I am almost relieved, pleased to see that I have had at least some effect on you; though perhaps it was naïve to think you could be presented with my naked, yielding young body in all its immediacy and remain entirely unmoved. I grind into you, excited by the first indication of your own need, experiencing some gratification as my pussy rubs over the coarse denim. However, you remain entirely controlled, your lust only secondary to your aim, and using both hands you still my hips. I feel completely wanton, squirming and struggling and grinding and moaning with my frustration, while you only regard me with mild amusement. "Oh, look at you. Are you frustrated, baby?" I moan and whimper, nodding at you, trying to move, your hands remaining firm on my hips, anchoring me in place. "Tell me what you want? You just might get it."

I move my hand to your crotch, grabbing and rubbing at your cock through your jeans. In a swift movement you grab me by the wrist, tightly, bruising. "I said tell me. Not show me. Do not make me have to tell you something twice again."

"I want your cock...Sir," I whisper, shame etched on my face to be using words I never usually utter. 

"Clearly. Where do you want it? Here?" You slip a finger into my waiting mouth. I catch it, suck it, but you withdraw it quickly. "Or here?" It moves to my aching pussy, entering me abruptly with one easy thrust, then leaving as quickly as it slipped in, causing me to writhe and moan with need. "Or...here?" Your finger, slick with my juices, now caresses the opening of my most private hole. I squirm with discomfort as well as pleasure at the unfamiliar touch but again, your hand only lingers there for the briefest moment. "Tell me. You won't get anything tonight that you don't ask for."

"I want your cock in my mouth, Sir." I am bold, my lust finally surpassing my embarrassment, and you are pleased with me. You lift me again, placing me down on my knees next to the bed. You kick my legs open as you position me how you want me, arranging my body exactly to your liking, knelt at your feet, thighs separated just enough so that I cannot offer myself any relief by squeezing them together, and so that my juices can run down my legs with abandon. Leaning over, you take something from the drawer by the bed and tie my hands together behind my back. Finally I am as you want me, right down to the desperation in my eyes as I look up at you, my lips parted ready for their prize.

Only now do you remove your clothing, leisurely, teasing me. I cannot take my eyes off your cock from the second it is revealed to me; I am hungry for it. You, however, are in no hurry, and once again you open the drawer by the bed, removing from it this time a digital camera. You take a few shots of me, ignoring my mute protest. You know it makes me uncomfortable, you know I don't like it, but you also know I am not about to argue now, not when my prize is finally so near at hand. You lay the camera on the bed, I can only assume to be accessible for further use, and, at long last, softly brush the head of your cock over my waiting lips. My tongue darts out to taste you, desperate. You have obviously decided that I have been teased enough, or perhaps your own desire is beginning to take hold, because you force your thick, hard cock into my mouth and down my throat, gathering my long hair tightly into your hand and using it to guide my head. 

You are fucking my face, and with my hands tied behind my back, I can do nothing except comply helplessly. I am used to being in control when I suck a cock, to being able to tease and taste and kiss and lick and suck and caress at my leisure; never before has my mouth been used like this. I gag on your large cock and my eyes water. I can feel my saliva and your pre-cum escaping from my mouth, wetting my chin, as you bury your length into my throat. I try to use my tongue on you, try to do anything to take part in the action, but you are not interested. Maybe another time you will let me show off my cock-sucking skills; right now, my mouth is just another hole for your use. 

My eyes are closed against my ecstasy and you sharply command me to open them, to look at you. You are holding the camera again and I hear it click. I know you will keep these pictures, and part of me is pleased that when this is all over I will have evidence that it happened, I will be able to see myself how you see me now, looking up at you with my mouth full of your cock.

Your thrusts become more insistent as you get into a rhythm and I can sense you are close to cumming. I love the feeling of being used by you, nothing more than a toy to get you off, and I am absolutely desperate to feel your hot cum in my mouth and my throat, desperate to swallow it, to claim a little part of you as you have so completely claimed the whole of me. But it is not to be; you know exactly what I want, so of course you don't give it to me, and at the last minute you pull your cock from my mouth. I gasp and moan and whimper and protest, straining forward to try to capture you back, but you keep your hand tight in my hair, using your other hand to guide your cock as it spurts your cum over my face, warm and sticky on my lips and my cheeks and my chin. I can feel some of it drip onto my chest. I know what a sight I must be, and almost as if you heard my thoughts you take the camera again. This time you turn it to show me the picture displayed on the little digital screen and let me see myself, your cum painted over my face, looking exactly like the little slut I have so needed to be. 

I can't help licking your cum off my lips, tasting it, swallowing it, and this makes you smile at my hunger. You use your finger to scoop the cum from my skin and feed it to me, letting me eagerly suck it from you, not wasting a drop. As you do this, your other hand strays to my parted thighs, feeling the slick evidence of my need coating them. I have never been this wet before, never felt it dripping from me, never so desperately needed to be filled. Your fingers trace over my sensitive pussy lips, scrape my clit, hover at my entrance. "Remember what I said before? You have to ask for everything you want tonight."

You are so close, your fingertips just almost pressing into me, and I can barely breathe. "Please" -- it is as though the words are ripped from me -- "Please, Sir, please finger my cunt." My obedience is immediately rewarded and I feel you thrust into me, two, maybe three fingers, coated immediately in my juices, probing deeply, feeling my wet and aching hole, beginning to finger fuck me just as your cock fucked my mouth. Your thumb finds my clit and rubs over it roughly, insistently. Your other arm now circles my waist, holding me up, because I am shaking, my whole body trembling, unable to focus on anything other than your hand working my pussy, pushing me just to the brink. 

"Beg me," you mutter softly as your mouth finds my neck, your teeth nipping my sensitive flesh.

"Oh, god...please let me cum...please, Sir, please can I cum..."

I almost know it is coming before it happens. You pull your hand from me completely, knowing that if you had kept going I would have cum, permission or no permission. I cry out in frustration. "I only said you might get what you ask for. Did you really think your punishment would be just a little spanking? I know how much you enjoyed that. How wet it made you." You hold your hand up and I see my juices glistening on your finger. "This is your punishment. It almost hurts, doesn't it, how badly you need to cum? Don't worry. When I finally let you, you'll thank me."

You gently lift me to my feet and untie my hands. I am confused, hazy with lust, and I sway as I try to stand upright. I don't understand what is happening as you take my underwear, which I had so willingly discarded for you earlier, and order me to step into it, pulling the soft silk panties up over my legs and settling them into place. They are immediately sodden and I squirm with discomfort. You pull the bedclothes back and order me to climb in. I obey, beyond the point of being able to do anything else. I watch from the bed as you dress again. I have no idea what time it is or what your plans for me are, but it doesn't cross my mind to question you or to argue. I know this is all part of a long planned out, elaborate tease, designed to force me to the point where my desperation to submit to you is entirely beyond my control. 

You lean over the bed and tuck the covers around me with an unexpectedly tender gesture. "I want you to sleep, now. I will be back." I am disappointed as I stare up at you; I don't understand why you are leaving me again, how you can be so controlled, why you haven't just taken me and fucked me as I hard as I know we both want it. "Again, you're free to leave at any point. Again, if you're not here when I get back, anything we ever had or could ever have is over. It goes without saying, you are not to touch yourself." 

You survey me, my face tired, a few drops of your cum still clinging to my skin, my eyes glazed. "This is another one of those things that isn't fun or sexy. I'm not going to tie you up and leave you with a toy in you, like I know you've fantasised. I think the hardest thing for you is going to be to just do nothing, without question. It's easy to do what you're told when it's something fun and slutty, isn't it? I want to see if you can do it when there's no gratification in it for you, not even the pleasure of pleasing me. So, go to sleep. I'll know if you've played."

You don't give me a goodbye glance, let alone a goodbye kiss. I notice you have taken your bag with you, so maybe you really are staying somewhere else tonight. My pussy is still throbbing, insistent, calling my attention, but I ignore it, as instructed. You told me to sleep, so I close my eyes and let sleep come. You said I could leave, but the thought doesn't even enter my mind.

PART THREE

I awake to the annoying trill of my phone alarm. I am completely disorientated in the strange bed as I grope around for my phone, finding it on the pillow next to me. A lamp next to the bed is switched on, so I can see, and as I turn my alarm off I note that it is 11am. I must have slept for hours. A little icon on my phone screen flashes that I have a text message, and I open it, seeing that it is from your number. An address, the words 'Call me', and a photo attachment. My fingers tremble slightly as I open the picture, not sure what I will see. I am surprised to find it is a simple shot of me, asleep in the bed, my dark hair spread out over the white pillow, partially obscuring my face, the covers falling slightly to reveal the slope of my shoulder, the soft curve of my breasts. So you came back while I was sleeping. I'm astonished I didn't wake up, but I know I must have been in a deep, deep sleep.

I look around the room. You have tidied it and the chest I noted with such excitement last night is no longer there. I am slightly disappointed that we didn't get to explore it. You must have planned on using its contents, or you wouldn't have brought it with you; I wonder what changed your mind. The clothes and shoes I was wearing are gone, as are the candles and my broken watch. The only evidence I have of the previous night is in the cold stickiness between my legs, the bruises I feel on my arse, and the desire that once again wells up inside me.

Taking my phone, I do as instructed and dial your number. You answer on the third ring. "Morning, beautiful."

"Hi..." I am not sure how to address you, not sure how to proceed; I don't know the context of this conversation. I can hear background noise, traffic, and guess you are outside.

"So you got my text? Get my address?"

"Uh huh."

"What do you want to do today?"

"What do you mean?" I am surprised to be given a choice. You have thrown me off.

"Well, you can go home, of course. Or you can come and see me."

"Oh!" I settle back into the pillows, smoothing my hair away from my face, wriggling my sleepy limbs. "I want to see you, please." 

"Good girl. You liked last night, then?" My only answer is a soft, embarrassed giggle, and I know you can sense my blush even over the phone. "Ok, but we're going to do this properly. I bet you lied about where you were going last night, didn't you?"

"Umm...uh huh."

"Naughty girl. So no one knew where you were? I could have been anyone, anything could have happened to you!" I sense your disapproval and squirm, amazed at the effect you can have on me with just a few critical words. "Right, as soon as we hang up, I want you to phone one of your friends. Tell her my address and my phone number. Tell her whatever you like about who I am and what you're doing with me, but tell her you'll ring her again this afternoon so she knows you're safe. Understand?"

"Yeah..."

"Good. I want you to meet me for lunch." You name a pub, give me directions. "Don't go into the car park. If you keep going past the pub, you'll see a lane on your left. I want you to park there, ok? You have an hour and a half, it'll take you about 15 minutes to get to the pub. Have a bath. You can play with yourself but you are not to cum. I'll know if you do. Wear the clothes I've left for you in the bathroom, and only those clothes. But wear your pearls. Did you remember to bring them?"

"Yes." I look around for my bag, notice it placed neatly on a chair. 

"Ok, baby. I'll see you at 12.30. Be good."

With that, you are gone. An hour and a half seems too long to wait to see you, and I don't know how I'll get through lunch, burning for you as I am. I pick up my phone again and ring a friend, telling her your address as you instructed. I had told her that I had a date the night before, but not who you were, or the specific reason we were meeting. She is surprised that I spent the night, somewhat disapproving, but she tells me only to be careful and have fun. I take care with my bath, smiling to note that this is the second time in 24 hours that I have prepared my body for you like this. My skin where you spanked me is stinging and inflamed, but the warm water soothes it. I have an angry red mark on my neck where you bit me, and two little circular bruises on my wrist, where you grabbed me. In a perverse way I am pleased to be marked so, pleased to wear the evidence of my shame and desire and denial. 

It does not surprise me to find that all you have left me to wear is a simple white dress and a pair of sandals. No underwear; but I hadn't really been expecting it. The dress is plain and casual but clings to my curves, highlighting my feminine figure. It is cut higher than I normally wear my tops, hiding my braless breasts from view, and I am thankful for this. Still, it is tight on my chest, and as I turn to examine myself in the mirror, my nipples are clearly visible through the thin white fabric in some lights. I never go out without a bra. I sigh, hating the feeling of being exposed, but knowing it could be a lot worse. The dress is fairly modest, really, and I am thankful to you for easing me in.

I take care when drying my hair and applying my make-up, wanting to look good for you. The last step of your instructions is to fasten the pearls around my neck, and I relish their cold against my still-fiery skin. In the mirror, in my white dress, with my hair loose down my back and my prim little pearl necklace, I look extremely young, almost innocent; I am sure this was your intention. I wouldn't turn any heads. If you saw me in the street, I would go unnoticed; unless, perhaps, you are perceptive enough to observe the flush of my skin, the bruise on my neck. It would take a second glance to detect the dark desire in my eyes, although I am sure it must be written wantonly on my face. Maybe a third look would reveal my hard little nipples through the clinging white fabric, and maybe if your eyes strayed lower you would be able to tell I had no underwear on underneath the dress, maybe if you looked really closely you might catch a glimpse of my yearning leaked onto my creamy thighs. However, no one ever looks so closely; and I comfortable in the knowledge that today, I will turn no heads.

It takes me 15 minutes to drive to the pub, as you said, and I park not in the car park but in the little lane, as directed. You are there, waiting for me at the bar, looking rested and handsome, a smile on your face. You lean down to kiss my cheek. It is a friendly action, and to all appearances we are just a couple of acquaintances meeting for lunch. Your hand doesn't even stray lower than my waist as you guide me to a table, and the gentlemanly gesture as you pull my chair out for me makes me giggle to myself. All I can think of as I look at you is being spread out over your knee the previous night. "Why are you giggling again?" Your voice is teasing and I know you don't really expect an answer.

The only concession to the nature of our relationship is that you order for me, cutting in smoothly when the waitress asks what I would like. Even this, though, is not out of the ordinary, and you can sense my longing as I gaze at you. I don't know how to have a casual lunch with you but you lead the conversation and somehow I manage to find answers to your questions, even to laugh with you. Perversely, just the casual nature of our interaction is driving me as wild with desire as the memory of your cock in my mouth and your fingers in my pussy. Seeing you here now, eating your food, sipping your wine, flirting with the waitress, I wonder if I imagined the events of the night before. As ever, it is as though you read my mind.

"So, I have something to show you." As you speak, you pull something slim and silver from your jacket pocket; your digital camera. You pass it to me and I know exactly what I am to see. I have never blushed so much, as I scroll through the pictures of me, naked, on my knees, your cock in my mouth, your cum on my face. I am so immersed in my own embarrassment that I don't notice that the waitress has approached our table, and is smiling. 

"Ooh, pictures? Anything exciting?" I gasp and whisk the camera out of sight, but you shake your head at me.

"Very exciting. Why don't you see for yourself?" My eyes widen with shock. "Don't be rude! Olivia would like to see the pictures."

It is then that I realise that the waitress never told us her name, and she is not wearing a name badge. You know each other. I had noticed the way she looked at you, but in my naïveté had just assumed she was attracted to you, as any woman would be. Now I look at her again, with new eyes. She is attractive, slim, blonde. Her tight trousers hug a pert round arse and her lips are full and pouting. I almost gasp as I take in the way she is looking at you. I recognise the look; it is the same one that is evident in my eyes in the pictures I have just been examining. 




A First Meeting



"Do I have to tell you twice?" Your voice is steely. I know you are serious and I hastily hand the camera to the woman. Her expression does not change as she flicks through the pictures. You are watching her and I am watching you.

"Looks like fun." Her gaze seeks out mine and forces me to meet it. A little smile plays at her lips. I wonder about your relationship, wonder if she has been in the exact position I am in now. Maybe this elaborate charade is what you put all your sluts through. I wonder if she passed the test. I notice the flush creeping over her white neck, the tops of her breasts, just visible above her smart uniform. I realise with a start that she is aroused by the pictures; and, even more surprisingly, that this fact arouses me. I have never been attracted to other women, but now, I can't help picturing how she would look naked, her hands tied, your cock in her mouth. I can't help wondering how her pussy feels, if she gets as wet as I do at the thought of you. The thoughts scare me slightly, my mind straying into uncharted territory, and I am not sure how to deal with them.

Finally she hands the camera back to me, and then pauses for a moment. She runs her hand through my hair, pushing it back from my face, tucking a strand behind my ear. It is an intimate, caring gesture, and it takes me completely by surprise. What also surprises me is the way I thrill at her soft touch, the way when her long nail accidentally scrapes over my skin, it sends a shock right to my already wet pussy. When I look back at you, you are smiling, and I think you are reading my mind yet again. "What do you say?" I don't know who you are talking to, but she answers the question.

"Those are great pictures. Thank you...Sir."

She is gone, taking with her our empty plates, simply a waitress again. I stare at you; you never cease to surprise me. You are smiling, obviously pleased, having achieved your aim. "I bet you are wet now." It is not a question, and all I can do in reply is giggle. "Did you park where I told you to?" I nod. "Were there any other cars parked there?"

"No..." I wonder what is going through your mind. You know how wary I am about sex in public, you are aware of my shyness and my fear of being exposed, and I am worried you are going to push me too far. Equally, I am worried you are not going to push me far enough, that you are going to be too considerate, too caring.

We don't see the waitress again until we are leaving. I feel a tiny flash of jealousy as your hand briefly caresses her hip, as you smile together at a shared joke. She is probably about ten years older than me, far prettier, and she walks with a confidence I have not yet learned. I wonder with a start if you gave her that. 

As we walk down the road to my car, your arm circles my waist, almost proprietarily. I am grateful for the slightest contact. "She's a good girl, Olivia. The waitress." I look at you mutely. "She has a little boy, she's working two jobs to put herself through university. And she's a lot of fun," you add with a cheeky grin. "I'd like you to get to know her one day. I think she could teach you a lot."

I am stung and it is all I can do not to flounce out of your grasp. I want you to teach me; I don't want you getting some pretty girl involved, someone who has tasted you in ways I can still only dream of. I try not to let my annoyance show on my face, but you know me too well. "Are you jealous?" You are laughing at me and I pout up at you. "Come on now, don't be a brat. I won't mention her again, until you are ready. Ok?" The fact that you seem so sure I will one day be ready annoys me further, but your kind eyes make me melt. I feel like the heroine of a sickeningly romantic novel as I gaze up into them -- except that I'm not wearing any underwear and last night you spanked me until I almost came. I giggle at my own thought, and you shake your head. "Always giggling at something! Come on, beautiful. Show me where you're parked."

As we walk, your hand comes to rest over my hips and my arse. You are checking to make sure I didn't wear any underwear, and, satisfied, you give me a playful little slap. I gasp with pain as you sting my already bruised skin, and there is concern on your face as you quickly turn to look at me. "We need to get you more used to this. Are you very bruised?" I nod, embarrassed, casting my eyes downwards. "But you liked it, though?" You don't need an answer.

We have reached my car. I fumble for my keys in my bag, but you take them from me, unlock the doors, and guide me into the passenger seat. Sitting down in front of the wheel, you glance around at our surroundings. Our parking spot in the little lane is fairly well concealed by hedges, but we are still in view of the main road. "Strip for me." My eyes widen and I shake my head softly. We both know I am naked under my dress and I can't, absolutely can't take it off here in this public place. Your voice, however, is low and uncompromising. "Do. It." 

I want to obey you, but the shame and embarrassment is too pressing. It's not just the thought that strangers might see me; it is a sudden wave of shyness about you seeing my body, out here in the harsh sunlight, instead of in an erotic haze in a darkened room by candlelight. You know the complex emotions that are running through my mind. I am not an exhibitionist, but you think I would like to be if I could get past my shyness and insecurities. You know how much I detest exposing myself on webcam for you, but you only guess at how wet it makes me nonetheless. I am angry with myself as I remain still, physically unable to make the movements to undress.

"Look. I am not budging on this. You either take your dress off, right now, or I get out of the car, and you drive away. I'm being fair. You have a choice. You can't have it both ways."

This is it. I know I can't walk away from you now. You said I had a choice, but in reality, we both know I don't. I need to experience more of what I have only just tasted. So, I strip. My hands tremble as I wriggle out of my dress, and I am ashamed to feel tears in my eyes. "Do you feel humiliated?" you ask as you take the dress from me, tossing it into the backseat. I can only nod. "Oh, dear. You don't have a clue what humiliation is. But this will do for now."

I think perhaps you are pleased with me. We both know this is a big step for me, and you reward me by keeping your eyes fixed on my face. I don't move my hands to cover my body, knowing it is pointless now, and this, too, pleases you. I am relieved when you take off your suit jacket and hand it to me. Most of me had known that you wouldn't drive me home like this -- but a tiny part of me had worried. Because I am so small, it covers me a respectable way down my thighs, and if I hold it closed it hides my breasts. I still feel exposed, and anyone happening to glance in the car window would be able to tell I am wearing nothing but a man's jacket; but at least I am not naked anymore.

You pull the car away, fiddle with the radio until you find something you like, and don't talk to me. I sit, clutching the jacket tightly around me. Eventually you strike up a conversation. "So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day?" I stare at you, disbelieving, and you laugh. "Ok, I didn't really think I'd be able to get you to say it. You're hard work, beautiful. I hope you're worth it."

TO BE CONTINUED...



A First Meeting



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The turbulence did nothing to calm the butterflies in my stomach as this five hour flight neared its termination. I was flying across the country to meet a woman I'd met online only a few short months ago and the anxiety of going this far to meet a stranger had my insides doing flips. The fasten seat belts sign lit up and brought with it a momentary distraction from my plight as I clicked my buckle together and listened to the captain tell us we were nearing our arrival. A few short minutes later and the rough jolt of the wheels striking the tarmac told me I was now in Washington. 

As I hopped off the plane amid the chaos I powered on my phone and sent her a text, her reply came only a few moments later. Baggage claim, she was waiting in baggage claim. I took a deep breath to steady myself and made my way through crowd, a mix of excitement and nerves running through my body like electricity. She was easy to spot, 5'4" blonde and stunning, standing there looking as nervous as I felt. Her eyes caught mine and she smiled, lighting up her already beautiful face and casting any memory of the nerves I had far into my subconscious. I closed the short gap between us and in one quick motion easily wrapped my arms around her and lifted her into the air as she laughed and wrapped hers around my neck. 

We held our embrace, standing there hugging amidst the bustle of the airport traffic, and then without thinking I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips met mine and I could tell she'd been waiting for this too. It was only a moment, but for that second I was lost in the softness of her lips and their full sweet taste. She broke our kiss first and I let her back down to the ground gently. "Let's get your bags" she said, shyly flashing me another smile. I could read both a hint of embarrassment at the PDA and the flush of our first initial meeting as her cheeks flushed a soft red. I grinned back at her and took her by the hand as we made our way to the conveyor belt.

Surprisingly, we had my bags fairly quick and were soon in the car on the way to her place. The drive wasn't too far but it was long enough for us to really break the ice and shake off the jitters of meeting in person. As we pulled into the driveway our mutual excitement of finally being together gave the air a soft electric feeling, as if there was a storm fast approaching. 

I hopped out of the car almost immediately when we came to a stop and grabbed my bags from the trunk. As she lead me up the small cement walk I couldn't help but stare at her ass. I've always been an ass man, there's no denying this, and it's not that I can't appreciate a beautiful pair of breasts, nor do I not give them their well deserved attention in the bedroom, but I love a sexy ass and hers definitely met the requirements; as my twitching friend below the waist acknowledged.

She held the door open for me as I slid past her and into the entry way of her home. Once inside I set down my bags and turned to her as she shut the door behind us. At 6'3" I was almost a whole foot taller then her and I could see her lift her head to meet my eyes. A smile spread across her face at that moment and I lost control. 

I took a step towards her again and lifted her into my arms, pressing her against the door. Her arms once again wrapped around my neck but this time, when our lips met, it was not a soft, sweet, short kiss. Our lips pressed hard together, almost hungrily as one of my hands rose to the back of her head. The sweet taste of her lips was even better the longer we kissed and with their soft velvety feel against mine, it was impossible to get enough. 

Her legs wrapped around me and I turned, carefully avoiding my bags and stepped into the living room, before finally sitting down onto the couch with her on top of me. Her hands were behind my head now and mine were firmly pressed against her back pulling her closer to me as our tongues had found each other and were now frantically dancing together.

I slid my hand up under her chin and turned her head slightly up and to the right, breaking our kiss, as I trailed my lips gently over her jaw line and down under her ear to her neck. She let out a soft moan and pulled her body closer to mine as I pressed my lips harder against her soft skin. I worked my way slowly down to her collarbone savoring each soft press of them against her sweet skin. One of my hands moved around and cupped her left breast, firmly kneading and pressing it, once again causing her to arch her back and let out another moan. This one louder then the last and it spurred me on even more. 

I pulled my lips from her neck and leaned her back, pausing for a moment to take in her beauty before her face was eclipsed for a second as she lifted her shirt over her head. I practically dove at her newly exposed flesh. My lips picking right back up where they left off. Kissing down from her collarbone, I worked my way over the top of her right breast and down between the pair bathing them in kisses as my left hand went back to work. As I neared her cleavage I felt her move and was soon rewarded as her bra fell free. Her wonderful pink nipples came into view and I wasted no time sucking one into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue as my left hand lightly teased the other by gently pulling and pinching it between my fingers. 

Her hand was on the back of my head holding me tight as my lips and tongue continued their assault on her nipples. My cock was throbbing and straining against it's confines as she began to rock and grind her hips against me. I lifted my hips seeking to meet hers and press my hardness against her, letting her know how hot she made me. We stayed like this, with me alternating which nipple I was sucking and which breast I was massaging and the both of us doing everything we could to fuck our way through our clothes. 

The room seemed to have grown instantly hotter as my desire raged for her. She pushed me back and it was my turn to pull my shirt over my head and lean back against the couch as her lips found my neck. She wasted no time kissing down my neck and to my chest, her fingers trailing over my sides and down over my abs causing me to shiver in anticipation. She took a moment to suck first one then the other of my nipples into her mouth before continuing down over my stomach kissing each of my abs as I ran my fingers through her hair.

She stopped at my waist, her fingers hooked under the line of my jeans. You could see the outline of my aching cock through my jeans and she stared up at me as she kissed it. I moaned, imagining what her lips would feel like wrapped around me. Her hand moved to where my balls were and she began to rub up and down the length of me, balls to tip. I lifted my hips up to meet her hand and she undid the button on my jeans and slid them to the floor. 

Her hands went right back to stroking me, now through my boxers, and it was driving me crazy. My cock was so fucking hard as she teased it, god I wanted her hands, her mouth, her pussy, anything on me! Fuck it, I couldn't handle it anymore. I lifted my hips and slid my boxers off, my cock popping into view and standing at attention hard and waiting for her. She took me into her hands and I moaned as she stroked me up and down, one hand gently massaging my balls. 

"Is this what you want?" she said looking up at me. 

Her mouth was less then an inch from my cock and I nodded as I watched her swallow the tip. My head went back and I let out a long moan as she began working more and more of me in. Her tongue ran up the underside of my cock and circled the head as she continued to stroke my shaft. I was breathing heavy and moaning as precum was flowing from the head of my cock. 

She pulled her lips from me and ran her tongue down to my balls bathing them with her tongue, before sucking first one then the other into her mouth, her hand constantly stroking the tip of my throbbing dick. She was driving me crazy, her mouth felt so good! I had to have her. I pulled her up to me and kissed her hard, our tongues sword fighting with an intensity that matched our passion. I stood up and we traded positions, as I laid her on her back and pulled her jeans off. 

With her jeans off I pulled both her legs together, moving her ankles towards her head allowing me to take in her sexy panty clad ass. She was wearing a lace victoria secret thong and it absolutely accentuated those beautiful globes. I held her ankles with one hand and ran my hands over that beautiful ass, giving it a few playful smacks. Finally I grabbed her panties and pulled them up and over her ass slowly exposing her wet pussy to me. Letting go of her legs, I dropped to my stomach and was only inches from her wet lips. I let my hot breath fall over her lips, teasing her, letting her know how close my mouth was to being on her, to tasting her. 

I stuck my tongue out and traced along the left side of her lips, not quite letting it touch them. She moaned and shifted, trying to force my tongue onto her, but I pulled back and went to the other side instead. One of her hands was softly running over my head, a silent plea for my tongue to find her little treasure. 

I half way obliged and let the tip of my tongue slip down onto her outer lips, running up and down the length of her wet slit but still just barely avoiding both her hole and her tiny clit. As my tongue worked back and forth a few times, I came up and circled her clit twice before switching to the other side and beginning to trace my way down along her lips again. As my tongue teased, the fingers on my left hand had slid up and were now starting to stroke the little patch of skin just below her clit and above her wet hole. Every time a finger or my tongue drew close to her clit or pussy, she would moan and lift her hips up, trying to force me onto her little jewel or inside but I'd dart away and refuse. 

Finally, when I felt I'd teased her enough and I knew she was begging for something more, I let my tongue find her clit. I began tonguing it back and forth and allowed one finger to slide up and into her tight hole. She moaned louder now, the hand on the back of my head forcing me hard onto her clit as my tongue slowly began to pick up pace. 

Her hips had started to slightly move back and forth, helping me both tongue and finger fuck her. As I began to pick up pace with my tonguing I slid a second finger inside her using both to press deep into her and up towards her g-spot. I fucked her slowly at first, sliding back and forth slightly and keeping pressure up against her spot as I used my free hand to pull the hood over her clit back, granting me access to tongue her little pearl even more. 

As I did this her hips began bucking hard against my face and I could feel her legs begin to shake, spurring me on even more. My tongue was furiously lapping at her clit now and both fingers were fucking her hard. I moaned as I could taste her sweet juices starting to flow even more. 

"Fuck her pussy tastes so good!" 

It was then that she grabbed my head and forced me down hard onto her, her hips lifting up to meet my probing tongue. She stopped and held me there as she let out a cry.

"OHHHHH fuuuucccckkkkk," she yelled as her orgasm ripped through her, "don't fucking stop!"

Her hips were shaking and her pussy seemed to have exploded as her juices covered my fingers and mouth. I kept fucking her with my tongue and fingers, holding her tight against my face, refusing to let her go as she spasmed uncontrollably against my mouth. Slowly, as her orgasm started to subside, her breathing ragged and heavy, her legs twitching, I pulled my fingers from her and began to run my tongue up and down her pussy. She sighed as it made its way over her sensitive lips and when I'd touch her now oversensitive clit she'd jump and moan, trying to squirm out of my grasp. 

I held her there though, continuing to run my tongue up and down the length of her pussy, only stopping to occasionally burry it inside her soaked hole. When I'd had my taste, and her orgasm had fully subsided, I slid up her body and kissed her. My cock was now rock hard from watching her orgasm and as our lips met I was sliding it up and down the length of her pussy, covering it in her juices.

Finally I couldn't wait anymore and began to slowly push my self inside her. The head slid in and I began to take short slow strokes letting it gradually work its way fully inside her until my balls rested against her ass. I stopped, enjoying the feeling of her tight hole surrounding my aching erection, and then began withdrawing it until just the tip was in. Once again I slowly eased it all back inside her. 

We fucked like this, long, slow deep strokes, and with each thrust in we'd both moan. But, I couldn't go slow for long and soon we'd begun to pick up the pace, the strokes becoming shorter but each one came harder and faster then the last. I grabbed her legs and pulled them up by her ears, letting me drive in deeper with each thrust. Her pussy was getting soaked again as the length of me drove in and out of her tight hole. We were both moaning uncontrollably, our heads back, mouths open. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkkk!!! Your pussy feels so fucking good," I moaned into her ear.

"Fuck yes. Fuck me. Harder, Godddddddd," she replied, her nails digging into my back.

I buried myself inside her and held it there for a moment. This time I pulled all the way out of her and grabbed her, pulling her to her knees and turning her around so she was bent over the couch. I wasted no time lining up my cock and sliding all the way back into her doggy style. My thrusts were long and hard, my balls slapping against her wet pussy and quickly becoming covered in her juices. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back as she moaned, the other hand holding her hip and using it to pull her into me so I could fuck her harder. I let her hair go and smacked her ass as I thrust into her, each stroke filling her with more of my hard cock.

I pulled out and lay back on the ground, I didn't have to say a word as she crawled down on top of me, kissing me as she grasped my hard cock and lined it up with her wet hole. I slid back in and she bounced up and down letting my cock get situated inside her. I licked my thumb and hooked it just behind her little clit as I grabbed her ass with my free hand and started pulling her back and forth, grinding on my hard cock. One of her hands reached back and began to play with my balls, the other went to her tits as I watched her pinch and grab them. 

"Fuck, goddd that's hot. I'm so fucking close," I told her as she continued to grind harder and harder on me.

"Yes baby, me too, cum, fucking cum inside me," she moaned as her head tilted back and she started to lose control. 

Seeing the beginning of her orgasm pushed me over the edge and I lost it. My vision went black and my aching cock erupted inside her as her own juices came spilling out around my throbbing shaft. My toes curled with each pulse inside her and with each thrust more and more of my seed came rushing out, filling her completely. I could feel her shaking uncontrollably now as she road my cock like a mad woman. I grabbed her ass and continued to pull her back and forth, fucking her as both of us shook from the orgasms tearing through us.

As things began to slow she started to gently rocked back and forth on my cock, both of us basking in our post orgasmic haze. With one final thrust from me she leaned forward and collapsed onto my chest, my now softening cock still inside her. I wrapped my arms around her and ran my fingers through her hair holding her tight against my chest as we tried to regain our breath. My heart was still pounding in my chest and our skin was hot and sweaty. Slowly she rolled off me and into the crook of my arm, her head still nuzzled on my chest. 

"Well it's nice to finely meet you," I whispered as I planted a kiss on her forehead.

She laughed quietly as her eyes met mine, "Nice to meet you."



A First Meeting Ch. 01



We had met online and now he was coming to visit for the first time. His business had brought him here and he had requested that I meet up with him. We had lived out many fantasies over the net and I had shared many secrets with him but feared the actual meeting to come. I knew that I had to go and see him when he arrived though or I would never be able to forgive myself for what could have been. 

Today was the day. He had called yesterday to say that he had made it safe and also to tell me what motel room he would be staying at. Would have a free morning today and felt that now was a good time for us to meet. Being the nice man that he is he also wanted to point out that sex wasn't a must. 

I knew differently. After all the fantasies we had lived out online, I knew that I would have to feel it in real life. So here I am preparing to meet him, doing all the little things that every woman does when getting ready to go on a first date. Showering, shaving, brushing teeth and figuring out what to wear so you look good but not untouchable.

I am now in my car and on the road, heading to meet up with a man that I had only seen in pictures and had heard on the phone only a few times. The nervousness I felt wouldn't come was hitting me hard now that I knew I was going to find out what happens when the fantasy becomes reality. 

At the motel heading to find his room the nervous swarm of butterflies in my stomach and hearing my heart beat as a pounding in my head. I dread knocking on his room door and yet feeling like I could never arrive there soon enough. 

Finally arriving at his door, I pause outside. Wondering if he will still like me when I am looking him in the eyes and wondering also if I will be able to finish what I feel was started so long ago.

I hear him through the closed door moving around and decide that I had better go ahead and knock or else leave here without saying anything. Maybe call him from home and tell him that I couldn't do it. "No, you can do this" I tell myself as I bring my hand up and knock on his door.

I see you standing there when you open the door. Looking so much more handsome in person than you did in the few pictures I had seen. You open your arms for me and I feel myself falling into them. No words were needed as I look up into your eyes, as I see the approval of me written there clearly. 

Slowly I see your head move down towards me just a little and then you pause, as if seeking permission from me to continue. I give it by raising myself up just a little higher towards you. 

You are smiling as your head drops in closer to mine only stopping the smile when your lips brush up against mine. Kissing me softly at first and then sliding your tongue out to tease my lips into opening for you. When my lips begin to part your push your tongue into my mouth as deeply as it will go. 

You start to run your tongue all around inside my mouth as if dueling with my tongue for space. Never giving me a chance to tease your tongue with mine, I feel as though you are devouring me with a simple kiss. 

Not sure which one of us pulled away for a chance to catch our breath first but we did what had only lasted a minute or two had seemed like hours, and had left us both gasping for breath.

I start to say something to you, fearing that you had changed your mind. You quietly whisper "shhh...it is okay". Then you are moving towards me again, wrapping your arms around me again, and bringing your lips down to me again.

Rather than my lips this time, you aim for my neck. Teasing with your tongue and nipping me with your teeth. I sigh as if in relief when your mouth once again comes up to fuse together with mine. 

I never knew when we started to move further into the room. Not until the back of my legs bumped into something. Making me jump in closer to you and break my mouth from yours. I look around realizing it was the bed I had bumped into. Also realizing that at some point my shirt had came unbuttoned and your hands were fumbling with the clasp on my bra. 

Finally, getting it unsnapped you slide it and my shirt down off of my shoulders watching as they both puddle down around my feet. Bringing your eyes back up to my now fully exposed breast as you tell me how beautiful I am. Telling me how I am so much more beautiful in person than on cam as your lips lower to caress my breasts for the first time ever in real life.

Soon, I feel your hands working to get the buttons loose on my skirt. The button is tight so I push your hands away. You step back away from me as I use my own shaking fingers to unbutton and unzip my skirt. I look into your eyes as I begin to lower it over my hips to join my shirt on the floor at my feet. 

I stand before you in only thin black lace panties and watch as your eyes drink in every inch of me like a man dying for water. Making me shiver in anticipation as you take the step back to me and push me harder towards the bed making my legs bump into it just hard enough to make me lose my balance and I grab hold of you to keep me from falling and you lean forward falling on top of me on the bed. 

You kiss my mouth, your hands caressing my hips, breasts, everything all at one time. You move your lips from mine to go exploring with it where your hands had touched before. Leaving my nipples untouched by your lips as you move to my stomach and leaving my throbbing kitty alone as you move further down teasing the inside of each thigh licking and nibbling down one leg and up the other. Back up over my tummy and slowly moving towards the nipple of my right breast.

I moan as your tongue flicks over it once and then moves to the other. You move back and forth between the two. You never let me enjoy your caress on one for long until you are gone to the next one. Then I feel your teeth on one then the other before you come back to flick with your tongue again.

I hear someone begging you to do more. I need you to touch them more and also to relieve the ache building in between my legs. I can't believe that I am the one telling you to do these things but I see your smile and know that it is coming from me. 

In an instant I feel your fingers caressing my wet kitty, sliding between the folds and finding my center. You rub in gentle but firm circles over my bud. I hear myself moaning and feel my hips moving up to meet your fingers. I tell you that I want to cum and need to cum but want you inside me before I let go of it. 

You telling me to be patient that you will be inside me soon. Stroking me faster Knowing from when I was on cam that I couldn't hold out much longer. 

I start to jerk my hips feeling myself starting to fall over the edge calling out your name and as I do I feel your cock slide into me hard and deep. Filling me completely sending me over and giving my kitty something to grab hold of. 

You pause inside of me letting me ride out my orgasm. When I sigh in contentment you begin to drive your hips into me slowly pulling all most completely out before easing your way back inside me. Then, pausing inside me to circle your hips around giving me a lot of contact on my clit. You slide your cock out again, picking up the pace a little more when you slide yourself back into me. 

Your pace gradually increases as I begin to meet your thrusts. I grab hold of your hips and urge you to increase your speed more. Nearing the brink of my orgasm again and wanting you to join me this time.

I sense you nearing yours as well when your hips drive into me in shorter but harder strokes sending me over with you only seconds behind me. 

Afterward, with your cock still buried inside me you raise your head; look down at me, smile and say "hello. It is nice to meet you finally." Causing us both to begin laughing.



A First Meeting Ch. 02



Read part one to know how it all began...

Once we both over came our laughter you pull your cock out from inside me. I felt empty inside like you had pulled out some vital part of me with you. 

We lay in each others arms for a while making small talk, neither of us really willing to make the first move to get up but both of us knowing that soon I would have to head back towards home. Back to what is my life and letting you get ready for work the next day. 

It was really hard to talk about the little things after having felt so much a part of the other. We talked about our respective homes and all the things that we do while there. The same mindless chatter of two people who talk on the internet when the opportunity arises. We both also that nothing would ever be the same between us after what we had just experienced. 

Eventually, the time came, as it always does, for us to begin to prepare to go back to our lives. So with a quiet sigh I tell you that I would like to borrow your shower and I get up and head towards the bathroom grabbing my discarded clothes as I go. 

I am standing in the shower, thinking of all that had happened. I feel the warm water battering my back like a million fingers giving me a massage all at one time. I wish that I could stay with you for a while longer at least. Have you touch me, kiss me, hold me and slide deep inside of me again. Noticing how the thoughts and heat from the shower is making my nipples pucker up as if waiting for your caress on them again. 

I sigh and am about to turn the water off when I hear you enter the bathroom. I hold my breath in anticipation of what you are going to do, both needing you to join me and fearing that if you do I would never want to leave your room. 

I see your shadow on the other side of the shower curtain and see you moving around. Your voice takes a minute to register over the sound of the shower as you ask if you may join me. "Oh...ahh...yes" I say in reply hearing it as if it comes from some other place besides my own mouth and seeing my hand reach out and pull the curtain back to allow you to enter. 

You step inside the shower and we just stand there and look at each other. You watching the water as it hit upon on my shoulders and runs in tiny rivers down over my chest. You raise your hand up to me as one of the tiny rivers runs down the center of one breast and falls off the nipple as if making a waterfall, catching the water with your hand. Making my breast tingle with awareness at your hand being so near yet not quite touching me. 

I guess I made a small shift of my position because the waterfall ceased. You looked up into my eyes as if surprised that it ended. Leaning towards me slightly you cup my breast in your hand flicking over the nipple with your thumb. 

You lean in closer to me or I move in closer to you, not sure really who moved but we ended up standing as close together as two people possibly can be with out touching more than your hand on my breast. I look up into your eyes, silently begging you to touch me more to kiss me. To make me yours once again. 

Suddenly your arms are around me, holding me with your arms around my waist pulling me into you as if you are unable to get me close enough. Lowering your mouth onto mine not as in a kiss but more like an overtaking, claiming it as yours. 

When the initial suddenness of your invasion slows a little to just a slow steady stroking of your tongue on mine. I decide that it is time to try and bring you half as much pleasure as you have given me. 

I hear your growl deep in your chest and catch it with my mouth as I begin to suck your tongue further into my mouth, keeping you trapped there. Then I let go of your tongue allowing you to pull out some before I begin again. I use your tongue as if it were your cock that I was worshiping instead. 

As I am doing that your hands slide down onto my ass and pull me closer into you. Pressing your cock against my stomach and grinding your hips into me. Letting me feel your appreciation of what I am doing. 

It is mine turn to moan now as your cock presses into my stomach making me want and wish it were lower. Deep inside my belly. 

I break the kiss, leaning in to kiss your neck. Caressing your neck with my lips, and then giving you a little love bite making sure you feel my teeth so I can sooth it with my tongue. 

I work my way down to your chest to give the same treatment to one of your nipples and then the other. Back and forth I go between them, licking with my tongue as I travel between the two. 

Now further down. I tease your belly button with the tip of my tongue. I feel your stomach jerk at the contact. 

Down on my knees before you I run my fingers up the inside of your legs. Coming all the way up to your cock where I gently cup your nuts in one hand and use the other to grasp your cock. 

Bending my head further down I flick my tongue over the tip of your cock. Sliding my around the tip in tiny little circles and then down to the base of your cock. Back up to tease the head again. I tease your little hole with my tongue before slipping my mouth down over the head. Taking as much of you into my mouth as possible before bringing my mouth back to the head to tease the head with my tongue again. 

You grab hold of my head though I am still not sure if it was to pull me closer or to make me stop, but I felt your hips push you further into my mouth as I started to suck you inside my mouth again. 

I gradually pick up the pace as I begin to massage your nuts with my other hand. 

I hear you moan as if in pain and then tell me that if I do not stop soon it will be too late. You grab hold of my shoulders to pull me back up. 

You ask if I am ready to get out of the shower and I nod my head yes. You step out and pull me behind you. Neither of us taking the time to dry off before you're leading me to the bed and urging me to lay down on it. 

I expect you to follow me onto the bed instead as I lay back you drop to your knees. Quickly followed by your mouth on my pussy. You slide your tongue into my wetness. Making my body jerk up to meet you as you get your first taste of me. Sliding your tongue into me as far as it will go and then bringing it out and flicking it over my clit. You work back and forth between the two places. Teasing my clit with your mouth and tongue then sucking my clit into your mouth only to stop again to touch deep inside me with your tongue. Back and forth you go until you feel that I am close to reaching my peak, and then you focus solely on my clit flicking with your tongue and then sucking it into your mouth. You use your lips to hold my clit in your mouth as your tongue flicks over it around it. 

With one final thrust towards your face I fall over the edge leaving me shaken completely. You come up and kiss me on my lips as you drive your cock into me in one hard, fast thrust catching the feel of the last few tremors of my orgasm. 

Unlike the first time this is sure and steady strokes from the start. Both of us impatient to reach our peak with the other one. I wrap my legs around your hips to force you deeper inside me arching my hips up to meet your thrusts. You push your self into me as deep as you can and pulling out all most completely before entering me again. Each one feeling the need to please the other as much as possible. Our thrusts meeting and matched completely. Each thrust taking us closer to our own contentment. 

I hear you as you grunt and feel your cock press into me even harder and deeper than before; feel you making short jerky thrusts as your warm cum shoots deeply inside my womb sending me over the edge with you once again. 

You stayed on top of me until unfortunately nature took its course and you could stay inside me no longer. Signaling an end to our day together. Each of us sorry that we couldn't make it last a little longer but knowing that I had to leave. 

Both of us hoping that we would be together again at some point and still neither of us willing to say "goodbye" as I dress and leave your room.