1 comments/ 4451 views/ 1 favorites A Long Awaited Meeting By: bruinette86 Even after months of chatting almost daily, I couldn't help but feel nervous. My stomach was in knots, my throat was dry, and my mind was racing. Was I really doing this? It was so unlike me, so risky. But I knew I wanted to do it. I was here, wasn't I? I took another breath and walked through the gates at the airport. I turned on my phone and checked the time. My flight was almost an hour early. I found a monitor and checked the arrival time for Flight 1242. The flight was scheduled to arrive in twenty minutes. I headed for the correct gate and idly played with my phone, that nervous feeling getting stronger with each step. I reached the gate and watched as passengers slowly wandered from the terminal. I watched everyone walking through the doorway until I saw him. I smiled at him and took a step forward. He smiled back and walked towards me. I wasn't sure what to do. Was a hug appropriate? I couldn't believe how nervous I was. I tried not to let it show, but I could barely speak. "Hey Amanda," he greeted me and leaned in for a hug. "Hi," I managed to whisper, nervously biting on my bottom lip as I hugged him back. "It's nice to finally meet you," he said, smiling. "You too, Eric," I replied, the nervousness slowly subsiding. "Do you need to get your luggage?" "Yeah, so I guess it's off to baggage claim." We walked to baggage claim making small talk. Eric was able to keep me talking and laughing as we waited for his suitcase. We then went and caught a cab and headed to the hotel. We had only met face to face an hour ago, but I felt very comfortable with him. His southern accent made me smile like a teenage girl talking to her first crush. We got to the hotel and both checked in to our rooms. They gave us two rooms across the hall from each other, so we headed to the elevator. We were followed into the elevator by several other people, which forced us to stand very close. I felt the nervousness return to my stomach as Eric's arm lightly touched my back. It was official; I was a school girl again. I smiled to myself as we rode up to the 6th floor in silence. He gently pushed guided me out of the elevator and we walked down the hallway, his hand still guiding my steps. As we approached my room, his hand left the small of my back. "I imagine the flight took as much out of you as it did me," he said. "Why don't we freshen up a little bit and go get some dinner around 6:30?" "Sounds like a plan," I said with a smile, before turning my back and opening the door to my room. I closed the door and sorted through my overnight bag. I suddenly wondered if I should have packed more. I wanted more outfits to choose from. Maybe I hadn't put enough thought into this weekend trip. Then I had to remind myself that this was just a friendly trip planned to enjoy some music. Just because I was as giddy as a young girl didn't mean this was anything more than what it was. I sighed and finished unpacking before going into the bathroom for a nice, relaxing shower. I made sure the water was at the right temperature before removing my robe and stepping inside. I let myself get caught up in my thoughts as the water relaxed me. I hummed to myself as I massaged the shampoo into my hair. I stayed in the shower much longer than necessary, but it felt so good. I only realized how long I was in the shower when I heard a knock on the door. I cursed my stupidity as I grabbed a towel. I quickly dried myself off and threw on my robe as I made my way to the door. I opened it, but hid myself behind it. I smiled apologetically as I tried to explain myself. "I'm sorry but I'm not ready yet. I lost track of time and I just got out of the shower. I haven't even gotten dressed yet. I'm really sorry," I stammered. "Calm down, hun. There is no rush. We can go to dinner later, or skip it altogether if you'd rather," he said with that smile I liked so much. "No, I want to go. Would you like to come in and wait? It won't take me long to finish getting ready," I offered as I opened the door wider. He stepped inside and quickly looked me up and down before turning and walking to the bed and taking a seat. I felt myself blush and tried to concentrate on getting myself ready quickly. I glanced at Eric once more to see if the outfit I had chosen would be appropriate. He was wearing a nice pair of black dress pants and a navy blue button down shirt. He looked like he could have just come from the office, but had a more casual quality to him than a business man. My dress would be perfect. It was simple, a plain black dress, it fell about mid thigh and was cut low, yet still conservative enough to not get the 'attention seeker' looks from anyone. I removed the robe and put on the bra and panty set I brought, then I towel dried my hair and applied a small amount of make-up before putting my dress on. Finally I grabbed my heels, a modest pair of two inch heels with a simple strap that wrapped around my ankle. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled contently. I stepped into the room and grabbed my clutch. Eric looked up at me with a smile, letting me know he approved of my outfit. I nervously bit my lip before smiling back. "You look great," he said as he stood up. I grabbed a lightweight sweater off of the bed and met Eric at the door. He helped me slide into my sweater and we started for the lobby. "Thank you. You like pretty nice yourself," I replied. "Where are we going anyways?" "I asked down at the desk and they recommended a nice café a few blocks from here. Would you like to walk or should I call for a cab?" He asked. "It looks very nice outside, why don't we walk." I suggested. With a smile, he opened the door for me and we stepped outside. The night was gorgeous. I couldn't believe it was January and I was wearing a dress without shivering uncontrollably. We walked most of the way in silence, commenting on some of the interesting sights as we passed by them. We reached the café by 7:30, waiting very briefly for a table. Dinner was amazing; the food was delicious and the conversation was natural. We discussed the concert we were planning on attending, we laughed, and we flirted. Eric refused to let me pay the bill, so I thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. We walked back to the hotel, this time his arm was wrapped lightly around my waist. I don't know if the wine was getting to me or if I was just feeling bold, but I snuggled myself closer to his body as we walked. His grip on my waist tightened just a little bit as we strolled down the sidewalk. We talked about former vacations we had taken, making suggestions about what places are worth visiting and which ones should be avoided. As we approached the hotel, Eric stopped, causing me to stop beside him. He took my hands and turned to face me. Without saying a word he leaned in and kissed my lips softly. His lips were warm and I could taste a hint of the wine from dinner as our lips touched. I stepped closer to him and returned the kiss, parting my lips slightly. His fingers intertwined with mine and slide down to my hips. We kissed for what could have been ten seconds or ten minutes. When he finally pulled away, we made eye contact and both smiled. He kissed my cheek and we continued walking hand in hand. We reached the hotel and made our way back upstairs. We were outside my door having that awkward 'first date' moment where it was time to say goodnight. I didn't want the night to end, but I reminded myself that this wasn't a real date, regardless of what I might have felt. I let my mind wander briefly. He was the one who kissed me, why couldn't I invite him to my room? Then I told myself that he was also the one who stopped the kiss, maybe he realized it wasn't a good idea. The point was, I couldn't read his mind, so I had to assume this trip was what we planned. A fun weekend shared between two friends, and nothing more. As I opened my mouth to say goodnight, Eric's lips were on mine again. I let all those rational thoughts leave my mind once I felt his tongue slip into my mouth. I moaned softly into his mouth as his hands slid up and down from my thigh to just under my breast. I pulled away from him and pulled my room key from my clutch. I fumbled with the door knob until I was finally able to turn the handle and push the door open. Eric followed me inside and led me to the bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. I stepped backwards slowly until I felt the bed against the back of my legs. I sat down and pulled Eric down against me. This wasn't about taking things slow. Tonight was about what we both wanted, what we both knew we wanted long before tonight. I kissed from his lips down to his neck, letting my hands slide over his stomach and chest. My fingers slowly worked through the buttons on his shirt as my lips slid across his neck and up to his ear. I nibbled his ear lobe as I opened his shirt up, my hands caressing his skin before moving to help remove the shirt completely. I let my lips and teeth drag along his neck, across his Adam's apple, to his other ear. I pressed my lips to his ear then pulled away, letting him feel my breath on his wet skin. "I've wanted this for months, you know?" I whispered Without speaking, Eric let out a low grunt and slid his hands up the outside of my thighs and under my dress. I returned my mouth to his skin and moaned as I left small marks along his neck, claiming him as mine, at least for the weekend. As his hands slid up under my dress, I felt the material sliding up, nearly exposing my panties. I slid my hands down Eric's toned stomach and unbuckled his belt. I then unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. I pushed his pants down to his thighs and let my hand rub up and down over the front of his boxers. We both moaned, mine softer than Eric's. I suddenly felt Eric's fingers slid inside the top of my panties, slowly sliding them down. I laid back on the bed, biting my lip, letting my arms rest above my head as I gripped the sheet in anticipation. As I felt my panties sliding down my legs I let my legs open a little wider. I lifted my head and watched as Eric slid my panties over my heels and tossed them to the floor. He grinned up at me and his hands gently ran up the inside of my legs. I bit my lip as I watched Eric, his hands sliding higher up my legs, his eyes going back and forth between my face and my already wet pussy. His hands finally caressing my inner thighs, spreading my legs wider as he brings his face up, hovering close enough that I can feel his breath on my pussy, making me squirm. He looks up at me with that sexy grin before lower his face. His fingers spread my pussy and I felt his tongue slide up and down along my slit. I moaned and bit down hard on my lip as I felt Eric's finger slip inside my tight pussy. I gripped the sheets over my head as I lifted my hips up. As his teeth bit down gently on my clit, Eric continued to slide his finger in and out of my pussy. Within minutes I was on the verge of my first orgasm. I moaned loudly as my hips bucked against Eric's face and hand. His mouth continued to focus on my clit until I started cumming. It was only then that his mouth moved to collect my juices and his fingers continued the attention on my clit. I continued moaning as my orgasm subsided. As my breathing slowed back down to normal, I opened my eyes and looked down at Eric. He was still between my legs, idly stroking my pussy. I sat up and pulled his face to mine, kissing him and tasting myself on his lips. As we kissed I decided to take control and pushed Eric on to his back. I repositioned myself between his legs and slowly stroked his cock through his boxers before pushing his pants down to his ankles. Then I slowly kissed my way back up his thighs, letting my nails drag along his skin then up to the waistband of his boxers. With a smile I slide my hand inside his boxers and wrapped my hand around his cock. I stroked his cock a few times before sliding my hand back out of his boxers. I wanted more than just to feel the throbbing cock that was begging for release. I slide Eric's boxers down to his ankles and returned my attention to the amazing cock waiting for me. It was now my turn to grin up at Eric from between his legs as I finally wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock. I continued to look into his eyes as my mouth slowly bobbed up and down, my teeth dragging lightly along his shaft. I started working faster as Eric's hips raised and fell in rhythm with my mouth. My hand massaged his balls as I took his cock deep, feeling the head at the back of my throat. Eric began moaning louder as his fingers gripped my hair lightly. I moaned around his cock as I took him deep then pulled back and focused on the tip. I repeated this action several times before finally pulling his cock from my mouth. "I think you're ready now," I said with a grin as I straddled Eric. I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly rubbed his cock against my slit, teasing both of us. Finally I guided his cock into my pussy, moaning softly as I lowered myself down, feeling my pussy stretch tight around his big cock. As I rode his cock, I gripped his shoulders for support. I let my hips move in rhythm with his, slowly grinding my hips as I lifted myself up and down. Once our rhythm was in sync I leaned forward, kissing his lips passionately. His hands found my hips as we kissed, setting a wonderful pace as we took turns sucking and nibbling each other's lips. I moaned and whimpered into his mouth as I slid up and down on his cock, feeling it throb inside of my pussy. As I nibbled his lip I held myself down, letting his cock fill me, grinding in circles, nearing another orgasm. Eric began thrusting his hips up faster and growled into my mouth, letting me know he was getting ready to cum. I broke the kiss just long enough to ask him if he wanted to cum inside my pussy or my mouth. He grabbed my hips and continued thrusting faster. I grinned and continued grinding my hips before continuing the kiss. I moved my lips to his neck and nibbled softly as I began cumming once again. Moaning and biting down on Eric's skin as my cum dripped on to his cock. He began grunting and his grip on my hips tightened as I felt his cock throbbing inside me as he began shooting his cum into me. I bit down harder on his neck as I continued to ride his cock through our orgasms. Once we both finished, I lifted myself off of him and climbed back down between his legs. I took his cock into my mouth and cleaned our juices off of him. When I was finished I climbed back up beside him and kissed his lips softly. "Thank you. I needed that," I whispered into his ear as I curled up and rested my head on his chest. "Believe me, it was my pleasure," he replied with that grin that made me melt. A Long Awaited Meeting Tim had been interested in Sandra for a long time, and felt that she was equally into him as well. She always had some comment on his Twitter posts that seemed 'a little more than friends'. They had been going back and forth like this for what felt like ages to Tim. There had been many times that they private messaged each other back and forth late into the night. Tim always tried to comfort Sandra when she was feeling her worst. Tim had even gotten up enough courage to ask Sandra out for dinner but they lived a few hours away from each other and due to Sandra's physical needs was unable to even meet Tim halfway. Tim expressed to her that he didn't mind making the drive himself but she was ashamed and wouldn't let him do that just for her. Tim didn't know what to do. He was really falling for this girl and had to meet her face to face. Tim came up with a plan and told Sandra that he had an interview in her hometown the following weekend and would love to meet up once he was there. Sandra thought this would be a great idea but warned him if she wasn't feeling well she may cancel last minute. He told her that it was fine but his heart sank and knew his chances were 50/50. On the day Tim was supposed to make the 3 hour drive he was extremely nervous and messaged Sandra he was on his way asking her how she was feeling. She said she was doing pretty well today and she was excited to finally get to meet him face to face. Sandra told him she arranged for them to have an early dinner and there just happened to be her favorite movie playing after that if he wouldn't mind going to 'Grease.' Of course Tim would have done anything to get on Sandra's side at this point and happily obliged. Plus he noticed the performance was not until 8pm. Maybe he could convince Sandra he should stay at her place so he didn't have to take such a long drive home in the dark night. Tim was worried she would say no due to her Christian background but it was worth a shot at least. Tim pulled up to what he thought had to be her house and looked in the window. He was nervous and hoped her expectations of him were met. As of yet they had only seen silly photo's of each other and he had always made sure to take care in each photo he posted on Twitter. As he was daydreaming and getting up enough courage to get out of the car he heard a knock on the passenger window. Tim looked up to see Sandra waving at him. She was more beautiful than he expected. Her long brunette hair laid loose around her shoulders and matched her deep brown eyes perfectly. 'Are you going to let me in?' Sandra asked smiling trough the window. 'Oh... uh... Yeah.' He unlocked her door and she plopped into the seat next to him crushing the flowers that he had brought for her. When she heard the noise she sat up and pulled the mangled flowers out from underneath her. 'Are these for me?' she said sweetly as she did her best to fluff up each flower. 'They were..' Tim said smiling back at her. 'Now tell me where we are going. I don't know anything about this city.' he told her. Sandra directed him to a restaurant she sometimes takes her family when they come into town. The two chat as if they were best friends and had met 100 times before on their way to the restaurant. By the time they pulled in Tim was beaming and looked over at Sandra who was now having a coughing fit. 'Are you okay?' he asked her genuinely worried. 'Yeah. I just need to take my pills.' They sat in the car for 10 minutes until Sandra was back to her old cheery self again. The entered the restaurant and Sandra ordered 3 of her favorite dishes for them to split. Tim was surprised that Sandra had asked for a wine list. He had assumed due to her Christian values she didn't drink. The food came and the conversation flowed as easily as the wine. After dinner, dessert and two full bottles of wine it was time for them to head to the theater. The two had a great time watching and singing along to 'Grease.' and stumbled onto the street laughing still buzzed from the wine at dinner. When Tim pulled in front of Sandra's house again his heart sank. They had had such a wonderful evening and he couldn't believe how fast it had all gone. 'Why don't you stay? I have a spare couch you can sleep on, and I really don't think you should make the long drive home intoxicated.' she told him. 'I guess... If I wont be intruding.' he told her as calmly as possible but his heart was racing. Once inside Sandra tells Tim to make himself at home and goes into the kitchen to grab them some beers. She plops down on the couch next to him and flips something stupid on the television and they begin chatting again until the topic slides to Tims interview that day. 'I have to tell you something.' Tim tells her and looks a little sheepish. 'What is it?' 'Well I didn't really have an interview today. I just really wanted to see you and knew you wouldn't let me drive all the way here just to see you but I don't want to start our relationship off with a lie. If you hate me I will leave.' he tells her. 'You did that just for me?' Sandra asked looking deep into Tim's crystal blue eyes. All Tim could do is nod his head yes. Sandra leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek and smiled. Tim couldn't tell what that sly smile meant but he liked it. He watched as she took a swig of her cold beer and set it aside on the coffee table. Getting on her knees in front of him she began unzipping his pants. 'You don't have to do that.' he said not wanting her to stop. He could already feel himself getting hard. 'Shh.' she said and held her slim finger to her lips. She wrapped her fingers around his penis and pulled it out of his boxers. After a moment of examining it she gave it a quick peck, and then slid the head of his penis into her mouth. Sandra's mouth was still cold from the beer she just drank and felt amazing. Tim knew he would not last long. Sandra licked and sucked his entire cock. Tim instinctively put his hand lightly on the back of her head feeling each thrust she made. Tims legs quivered and he knew he was about cum. 'I'm going to cum. Faster.' he instructed her. Sandra looked up at him with those big brown eyes and sucked him faster and faster until finally she felt his warm cum filling her mouth as Tim let out a low moan and laid back onto the couch. 'You taste good,' Sandra told him standing up 'not like I expected.' 'You have never done that before?' Tim asked her. 'No. Was it okay?' she asked blushing. 'Hell yes. Now its my turn.' Tim said taking her hand and leading her into the bedroom. Tim turned Sandra around unzipped her sundress and let it fall to the ground leaving Sandra standing in just her plain white panties. He examined every inch of her amazing body She was definitely the girl of his dreams. Tim could tell she was a little self conscious and tore his eyes away while he quickly undressed placing each item on a chair next to her dresser. Tim laid Sandra down on the bed softly letting her knees dangle over the edge. He slipped her panties off and let them drop to the floor. Sandra had the perfect amount of body hair. Just a light tuft of soft fur. Tim sat on the floor between her legs and pulled her ass just a little closer to him. She giggled as he did so. She had pTimably never had a man touch her like that before. Tim pushed her legs further apart and immediately identified her tiny pink clit. It was begging for some attention. Tim spread her lips and slowly licked the inside of Sandra's pussy. Sandra's legs jerked and she let out a soft moan as he did so. Tim took his time carefully licking and sucking each part of her dripping pussy. After he was confident he had gotten a taste of all of her he slid his tongue deep inside her which sent another shock through her body. He fucked Sandra with his tongue and could feel her warm juices gushing onto his face. It was time for the big finale. He was going to make her cum long and hard. He pushed on her button with his thumb and rolled it around while he continued to fuck her with his tongue. Sandra screamed out in ecstasy as she soaked Tims face and her bed. 'Fuck me. I want you inside me.' Sandra finally managed to get out in between deep breaths. Tim knew he would not be able to last long inside Sandra but needed to feel her. He stood up and slid his rock hard cock easily into her slippery pussy. Tim glided his cock in and out of her slowly at first but his strokes quickly became harder and deeper with each thrust. They are now entangled with each other rolling around the bed wildly. After another minute Tim pulls her ass closer to him allowing him more access to her warm tight pussy. The feeling is too great and he can do nothing to stop himself. Sandra hears his loud moan and feels cum splashing against the walls of her vagina. A Long-Awaited Meeting As I approached our designated meeting place, I scanned the busy street. It was teeming with people, cars, noise and lights. I looked in many faces but didn't see his. Then I heard my name, and suddenly he was in front of me, as if out of nowhere. Mechanically we hugged. Our previous conversations had invested the gesture with significance. We were both self-conscious. My eyes flicked to his, and the eye contact was searing before we each looked away. In an infinitesimal glance I noticed his skin and the shape of his shoulders in the loose tank top, glowing with a sheen of perspiration in the ovenlike heat. He suggested a quick restaurant just across the street and we entered and sat quickly. I felt dazed. Over dinner I didn't know what to chat about. He led the conversation to his favorite topic: his work. My focus slipped continuously from his words to his lips, and I had to keep reminding myself to concentrate on what he was saying. I did a decent job of it, and we maintained a normal conversation. As we chatted I observed him. He was brisk, maybe a little nervous, looking around between glances at me. I tried not to bore a hole staring, and broke away to look at my food. I hardly noticed what I ate, and my appetite had receded into the background. When he turned to speak to a waiter, I wanted to lick his neck. Before I knew it, we had eaten and he'd slipped the waiter his card. He was so fast about it it seemed almost rude to try to help pay. He followed me out of the restaurant. I hoped he appreciated my ass in the short shorts. "I'll walk you to your hotel," he offered. "Sure," I said. As we walked we chattered away, discussing our preferences for height, of all things. I have no idea what I said, except that really tall men turn me off. I wasn't cognizant of much of anything except his proximity. I awkwardly stuffed my fists into my pockets as the urge to touch him was so strong and I didn't really know if it was welcome. Entirely too soon, we reached my hotel. The tension wound tighter as we fell silent. He looked at me expectantly. "Do you have time to come up?" I ventured, my stomach leaping. "Maybe for a little while," he said. "Cool," I said. I rang the bell for the door and tried to manufacture a pretext for touching him casually. As the door buzzed and I reached for the knob, he was one step ahead of me, opening the door with one hand and touching me lightly in the sweaty small of my back. It felt like an electric shock, and it shot straight down to my groin. We entered, and he followed me up the flight of stairs and down the hall to my room. I swiped the card in the lock and opened the door to my tiny guest room. He followed behind me, the door closing with a heavy thud as I turned around to look at him. He smiled enigmatically. I took a deep breath, smiled at him as my face became hot, and before panic set in I blurted, "I challenge you to a naked wrestling match." His eyes widened for an instant. He gave a little cough and replied, "What are the stakes?" "Winner gets to be on top?" In for a penny, in for a pound. "Haha, all right," he said, flashing that clever knowing smile. "We should warm up first. So nobody gets hurt," I said. I gripped his shoulders and kissed him firmly on the lips. He was tense under my hands, but he tasted tangy, manly, sexy as hell. I pulled back and ran my tongue up his chin and lips. His arms found their way around my waist, his hands sliding down my lower back to squeeze my ass. I groaned, then grabbed his hips and pulled him into me. His firm body was warm through his clothes. I smiled at him before our lips met again, our hunger genuine and unmistakable. Not only did the outside world disappear at that moment, but so did the last of my silly shy hesitance. "We're about to fuck like wild animals, aren't we?" I asked. "I hope you're ready for that, because you're going to get it," he said, right against my ear. "You've been teasing me for weeks," he growled. I flushed with pleasure to hear his lust so clearly. "I thought you hadn't noticed," I teased some more, laughing. "The only thing I'm noticing right now is that you still have your clothes on," he said. "That's because I'm not finished teasing you," I said. I grabbed him by his biceps and shoved his back against the hotel room door with a thud, holding him a bit away from my body and leaned in to lick his lips. He emitted a soft groan, his head and hips craning to reach me. When he opened his eyes they were burning black pits. I couldn't resist pressing my whole body against him again, rudely kissing him, tasting his tongue and teeth. He let me pin him there with seemingly nowhere to move. I broke the kiss and finally, finally licked a line from his collarbone to his ear. He was smooth and salty under my tongue. My nose brushed his short-clipped hair as I reached his earlobe, filling my senses with his scent. His arms flexed within my grip as he brought his hands up to my waist. I let go of his arms to slide my palms under the hem of his tank top. His body was firm, sticky and alive as I ran my hands up his sides and briefly touched his nipples. He growled and stepped into another kiss. I felt his whole body slowly roll against me. His arms tightened around my ribs and suddenly he shoved me against the side wall. We grinned at each other like two slavering wolves before we resumed kissing fiercely. I broke us apart momentarily, forcing his shirt over his head, biting my lip at the eyeful he provided. What was I having for dessert tonight? Man cake. I ran a fingertip lightly down his chest from neck to the waistband of his shorts, his skin like butter. I looked up to see him smirking. "Your turn," he murmured. I grinned, not in the least bit afraid, and unceremoniously pulled my shirt over my head. I'd worn sexy underwear; you know, just in case. I felt the color rise to my face again as he stared approvingly at my tits in their transparent bra. I busied myself with undoing my shorts and kicking them off, leaving the mesh panties. He watched me intently before sweeping in to kiss me again, his hands roaming roughly all along my back and ass, his chest pressing against my breasts. My pussy was heavy with arousal. I imagined my juices leaking down my thighs. I didn't have to imagine his cock when he pressed his tented shorts against me. I reached down between us, fumbling with the button of his shorts, before he intervened, shorts swiftly falling to the floor and kicked away. He straightened and revealed a nice pair of boxer briefs hanging on his narrow hips before he suddenly rushed me, growling "Turn around." In my surprise I offered no resistance, and found myself with my face and chest against the wall He pinned my shoulders with his forearm as he grabbed rough handfuls of my ass. I moaned his name and pushed back against his hand. I was humming with excitement. He gave me a playful smack and I groaned again, wiggling my butt at him, looking over my shoulder to see him watching my ass intently before looking up at me. He relaxed the arm pinning me in place. Impulsively, I turned around and shoved him toward the bed. He staggered back and hit the bed with the back of his legs, falling onto his back on the mattress and pulling me down on top of him. I reveled in the sensation of his body stretched out under me, skin on skin, only our underwear between us.We were both panting with arousal as we kissed again. I felt his hands wrap around me, unhook my bra, and slide the straps down my shoulders. I broke the kiss and sat upright, straddling him, and let him pull the bra down my arms. My hands rested on his chest as I pushed my breasts together. He reached up to cup them and roll the nipples between his fingers. I nearly purred with pleasure, the sensations shooting little fire arrows through me. Experimentally, I rocked my crotch back and forth on his hips, feeling his hardness underneath me. He moaned and his expression told me how much he liked it. He reached and slid his hands around my hips until his fingers worked their way under my panties. He grabbed my ass again and pulled the cheeks apart, sending incredible opening sensations down to my pussy. It was my turn to moan as I rhythmically ground my pussy against him through my sodden panties, clenching and releasing my glutes. His hips rocked in tandem, rising to meet me. Then I followed a sudden impulse to grab his wrists, peeling his hands off my ass. I pushed his arms above his head, bringing my whole weight down onto him, lying on him completely. He wriggled but didn't break free. His breathing took on a ragged quality. I brought my face right up against his ear. "Ive got you now," I murmured. He gave a low moan. His expression was transcendent. The sight, feel, smell of him under me was intoxicating. I wanted to draw it out all night. I felt his hips rising to grind his hardness against me again and felt a rush of power over him. I raised my hips up away from him, chuckled and said, "Ah - not quite yet my dear. You have to do something for me first." "What is it?" he sighed. "You'll see," I replied. I kissed him deeply, tasting his lips, teeth, his hot eager tongue. The rest of him I was drinking in through my skin. When my lust grew impatient I sat up and released his wrists. As he lowered his arms and sat up on his elbows, I climbed off him to peel down my soaked panties. I felt the cool moving air hit my naked wet pussy. I watched him wriggle free of his boxers. Naked at last, I paused to take in the sight of him there, reclining on the bed, such a graceful creature as I had never seen before. He wore an uncertain expression on his face which evaporated as I reached out and gave him a long stroke with my fingertips, from his neck to his knees. His skin was dewy and smooth. I slowed as I neared his cock, standing at attention, but teasingly passed it by. "Lie flat," I ordered him and he complied silently, watching me. Finally, I climbed onto the bed, straddling him on my hands and knees, then sat back, revealing his face trapped between my thighs. He looked up at me and smiled, reached up to stroke my thighs. What had I done to get this lucky? I wondered. Idly I touched him on the chin, my fingers gliding over a little shaving stubble before slipping into the hot wetness of his mouth. He sucked at my fingertips, and I felt his velvety tongue tease them apart. When I pulled them out his mouth made a wet popping sound. "Let's put that mouth to work," I said. I rose up onto my knees and crawled forward with my hands, positioning myself over his face. I felt my own self-consciousness for a moment before shaking it away like a cobweb. I felt shy again, so completely open to him. As I hovered my pussy above his waiting lips I saw his cock twitch, and felt him slide his palms around, embracing my thighs. He drew in a deep breath through his nose. I saw the muscles of his abdomen move, before he released a low, happy hum. Suddenly I felt his mouth on my inner thigh, licking, then drawing in the flesh and biting it gently. I sucked in my breath at the pleasure, melting. After that there was no more hesitation. I lowered my hips and felt that clever little mouth teasing me, nibbling my thighs, the tip of his nose or chin brushing against my labia. His breaths tickled the wet skin. "Oh, you can tease too, hm?" I sighed. His only response was a chuckle. His mouth was occupied. He stroked and squeezed my thighs before suddenly driving the tip of his tongue against my clitoris, burying his nose in my wetness. In my surprise I drove my hips down against him, bouncing his head away for a brief instant before he renewed the attack. He sucked and bit at my pussy. I was transfixed above him, eyes open but unseeing. I moaned urgently, my noises changing shape as I approached an orgasm. He slid his open palm against me, cupping my sex and coating his fingers with my juices. When he pushed two fingers into my vagina and roughly rubbed my clitoris with his thumb, it sent me over the edge. I fell forward on top of him. As the orgasm took over I may have nearly twisted his head off as my hips shook and my thighs clenched around his ears. When he finally relented, his hand slipping wetly from my folds, and I could see again, I realized I was probably crushing him. I raised back up to my hands and knees and hauled myself off. I rearranged my limbs to lie face to face again. His chin and mouth were glistening from my pussy and he had a wicked expression. I looked down and noticed his proud cock, its turtleneck half retracted, the tender pink head peeking out and weeping for attention. I stroked his flat belly and crept closer to his cock, feeling the edge of his wiry pubic hair. I kissed him, but pulled back to see him as my hand crept lower, finally gently cupping his balls. As I rolled them between my fingers, he bared his teeth in a pleasurable grimace. "Hmm. You want me to touch you some more?" I asked, an innocent lilt in my voice. "Aah, yes please," he moaned. I chuckled, enjoying this sweet torture, this man who smelled of salt and musk, asking for it. I massaged his testicles and kissed him again. Then I clamped my finger and thumb like a cock ring around the base of his balls and pulled gently, a milking motion. "Aah," he groaned. "Oh, I like that noise. You know, I could rip them right off if I wanted," I said, and pulled a little harder, experimenting. He made more sexy noises. His cock was so hard it rested flat against his belly. I released his balls to run my fingernails up his length. I touched him lightly but his foreskin slid along with me. It must have felt good, judging from the sounds he made and the precum he was oozing. I slid my hand beneath his cock, lifted it away and released it to slap his belly. I laughed and he groaned. "Does he need a friend to play with?" I said. "I think I have a friend he can play with." He interrupted me with passionate kissing. We licked at each others' mouths for a long moment. Then he rolled over on top of me. He nudged my thighs apart with his knee and rested against me, his cock pressing into my soft belly, before he burrowed down between my thighs and slid himself against my folds. We reached a rhythm like that, grinding and slipping against each other, mindless and panting with lust. After a while he stilled me with a hand on my hip. "Hang on, I don't want to come yet," he said. We paused for a minute to let his imminent orgasm subside. He stroked my breasts and belly, I his shoulders and chest. The air was hot between us. Finally I felt him nudge against my opening again, this time pushing inside. I was more than ready, I was a ravenous flower in bloom. He slid home easily with a satisfied groan. He stretched me open, his pubic bone bumping against my clitoris. It felt so good and right. I was carried away past the point of seeing much, but I wanted to feel all of him. I gathered him against me, lacing my fingers behind his back, hooking my feet together. He shoved deeper and I squeezed him with my vagina. I felt him exhale shudderingly against my shoulder before he began to move slowly and deliberately, the brutal tease. His strokes were maddening, sometimes with a sideways motion in his hips, sometimes only just touching me with the tip of his cock, but always stoking my lust hotter and never enough to make me come. "More," I moaned to no avail. He continued on as deliberately as before. After what seemed like an age, I chose to take what I needed. I still had my arms and legs wrapped around him, so with a well timed twist, I yanked him down beside me on the bed. I rolled over on top of him, steadied myself on his shoulder, and guided his cock back inside me. I reached down and furiously rubbed my clitoris as I rode him. He moaned and threw his head back and he matched my speed and hammered up into me. After all that teasing it didn't take me long to reach a screaming feverish pitch. "Aah, I'm coming again," I cried as the wave hit me. Moments after my orgasm subsided he gripped me around the waist hard and drove up into my pussy, crying out wordlessly as he finally shot his cum deep inside me. We remained locked in our sweaty embrace for long moments, catching our breath together, before he slid, spent, from my body and I clambered off to lie down beside him. I felt his seed drip from my swollen pussy with a deep strange sense of satisfaction. We kissed again lazily, sated for the moment, stroking the angles and curves of each others' bodies, unsure what to say to each other. We had both somehow become shy again, after all of that. I met his eyes and we giggled like teenagers. "I hope we didn't wake the other rooms," I said. "Oh I hope we did," he said. That clever mouth was too good not to taste so I kept kissing him. We couldn't bring ourselves to stop until midnight.