1 comments/ 14559 views/ 0 favorites Internet date By: starbeam After being separated from my ex for6 years, I began to get over my distrust of women, and was missing the warmth and pleasure they have to offer. I had put an ad on the internet, looking for discreet, no relationship, sex, but I only got one answer from a guy. I had forgotten about it. Then one day, I received an unfamiliar email. I was about to delete it as spam, but noticed it was different. I replied out of curiosity, but it came back as undeliverable, so I assumed it indeed was spam. Then, I received a second email. After checking it, I noticed that she had an unusual spelling in her name, and that got through. We got to chatting, we had a lot in common. About the same age, both hurt and not seeking binding relationships, both horny and in need of comfort. In my ad I stated that size didn’t matter to me, I was not expecting a glamour model. She seemed very nice, and I told her how I love to camp out as much as possible and she liked it too, but hadn’t done so since her kids were small. She came to visit one Friday afternoon. She was overweight, but not obese, and had a nice smile. She looked good, but plain in a way, she didn’t stand out, and one would never guess that she met men on the internet for sex! She was impressed with the way we camp, no tents for us, and we do very well, eating and drinking, walking and talking around the fire. I was being a gentleman all day, making sure I didn’t do anything wrong, when she came up behind me, and rubbed her tit on my arm. I felt the electricity right away so I turned my head and kissed her. It felt so right and good, I asked her if she was ready for bed. She nodded, and we both headed for my van. We both got in, and I stripped off and lay down as she looked at me before I pulled the covers over me. Then she took off all her clothes, and slid in next to me. It had been so long since I lay with a woman, It felt wonderful to feel a warm body next to mine, and my hands had to explore her body. Her breasts were large, and her hard nipples delightful. To my great surprise, she shaved her pussy, I had never experienced that before and it added to the sexual excitement greatly. After we had both explored each others bodies for a while, and had kissed many time, she lay on her back and spread her legs for me. I got between her legs, and she guided my hard cock towards her waiting, wet cunt. I felt some pain at first, as I am uncircumcised, and the skin pulling over my cockhead hurt, but the good feelings were much stronger. I gradually slid my cock deeper and deeper, finally reaching my full length inside her. Now I could slide into her with full length strokes, and in a short time, we found our common rhythm. It didn’t take long before I was cumming inside her, and I was sure she wasn’t done yet, but I did not go soft, so I continued to stroke into her. We were able to keep this up for quite a while, and she showed me she could work several different muscles inside her that added to the great feelings I was experiencing. We fucked several times that night, and twice more in the morning. We had to get a load of firewood that day, and when I got back, I was very tired, and went for a nap, and she came with me. I was hoping she wouldn’t, but after about a half hour, I was awake and randy again. We could hear my friends right outside my van, which didn’t have any curtains on the windows, but they moved away when they heard the van moving. It was hot knowing people were mere feet away as we fucked with abandon! Of course, we did it all over again that night, and in the morning. I think morning sex is really great. We left before my friends did on Sunday, they knew we would probably stop along the way home to say “goodbye” to each other. We did of course, and had the side door wide open as we screwed again. She suggested that it would be nice to pour beer onto her cunt, and then lick it up! I said “Ok, want me to?” and she said “Not here”. I assumed she meant like in a bathtub, but found out later she meant in the grass, darn it! I asked her if she would like me to lick her, and nodded with a smile. There was that gorgeous cunt in front of my face, and I began licking and sucking it. It was great, and I delighted in finding her inner lips swelling up, and pulled out quite far, almost resembling butterfly wings! Her moans of pleasure encouraged me to continue, then we finished in a doggie style position once again. Nearly twenty times I came inside her, I was very pleased. We are still in touch, and are making plans for a reunion. The internet is such a great way to meet people, especially if you’re shy at first meetings like I am, and have trouble meeting women. We knew upfront what we wanted, which was a great relief, and made everything that much better. We’re planning on meeting in a Motel next, where we can spend the whole day naked and screwing, trying all the inventive positions we can think of, and she has bought some sexy underwear for me! I can’t wait……….. Internet Date I'd met this guy on the internet. We'd talked by e-mail for weeks before arranging a meeting. I was a little wary of what I was letting myself in for, but my friends had bolstered up my confidence saying things like 'You're only meeting him, he doesn't know where you live so you can walk away if you don't like him.' My friends didn't know how sexual our e-mail conversations had become, and I was already aroused by the possibilities of what might await me as I hurried to the shops. I loitered in lingerie shops and bought a new perfume, then headed for the pub. I needed a drink to calm my nerves. It was just past closing time as I jostled through laden shoppers as I walked up the hill to the shop as arranged. I pretended to look at the window displays as I nervously tried to see into the shop. It looked empty of customers, I glanced over my shoulder and went in. "Come in my dear and sit down here," purred the man behind the desk, making me feel a little wary. "Now let me look at you ... Hmmm" he purred, "Nice." Having met with his approval he got up from behind his desk, turned the door sign round to say 'closed' and flipped the latch. He didn't hang about, in two steps he was in front of me, this startled me a bit, he was agile for what looked to me like an 'older man'. Without saying a word he lifted my T shirt and pushed my bra up exposing my breasts and admired them. He squeezed one and kissed the other giving both discomfort and pleasure in equal amounts."Yes ... very nice" he purred again. He took hold of my wrist and led me through to the back of the shop. He sat me on the edge of a counter and squeezed both breasts then lifted my top off in one swift movement. I was beginging to think he'd done this before... he bent slightly and sucked at one nipple, I could see his hair was thinning on top and I shuddered slightly, his other hand came up to gently rub and tease the other breast and my mind started to carry me away. I was amazed at how quickly I was becoming aroused.. this man didn't hang about and he was an 'expert' in his field! He changed direction and softly ran his face across my front and up to my neck. I was glad he was clean-shaven. He never kissed me, just savoured the softness of my skin against his cheek and brushed gently over my skin with his lips. He pulled me down off the counter and turned me round, then stood close behind me, letting his hands wander up and down all over my front. I could just see that his eyes were closed, it was like he was feeling me all over. Occasionally he would pinch or tweak a nipple as his hands passed over them, it was almost relaxing being caressed, but every now and then he would raise my arousal with some nipple attention. He turned me back round and bent forward to suck hard on my breasts, like he was gorging himself in his own pleasure. I was aroused by the uncertainty of it all, and the stimulation of my very sensitive nipples, but it felt a little strange feeling like I had not given him any attention .. he was just 'taking' and I was not giving. Once again he turned me away from him and slid his hands up and down me, from my neck, down over my breasts and along the edge of my jeans. This time he ran his hands down over the front of my jeans and gripped hard between my legs, pulling my buttocks tight against him, but he made no move to investigate inside my jeans. Up and down his hands roamed and he occasionally nibbled at my shoulder or the back of my neck. Suddenly he announced "I'm ready now" and he grabbed at my jeans, undid the button with a flick of his finger and thumb and pulled them right down to the ground. "Step out and put your hands on the counter" he said almost harshly ... I complied. In the time it took for me to step out of my jeans he must have also removed his trousers as I felt a hard 'thump' on my buttock as his erect member made first contact with my skin. It felt large and heavy and hot. His left hand reached round to my left breast and started to tweak and pull at the nipple, and his right hand came up between my legs. His fingers felt moist and cold and I recognised the sensation of lubricant being smeared over the entrance to my sex. This man had aroused me, but knew it was probably not enough, and having felt a large manhood slap against me I was grateful for his consideration. He rubbed his cock between my legs, smearing it with lubricant and allowing me to feel the full size of it as it pushed between my thighs, but he did not enter me. He turned me round to face him again and perched my bottom on the edge of the counter, and I looked down now at the tool he held in his hand.. it was huge! His fingers opened my outer lips as he positioned the tip of his massive hard cock at my entrance. My head span at the thought of being entered by such a massive tool. My head thought I gasped but I don't think I had time.. His arms held my bum to stop me sliding back on to the counter, my thighs spread wide and raised round his waist he started to push. In one long slow movement it felt like I was being impaled. He didn't rush or thrust, he just kept pushing and pushing and pushing until all of his massive member was inside of me. It felt huge, I felt completely filled as though I couldn't take another millimetre, and he smiled .. "God that feels good" he said. We both looked down as he started to withdraw and gently ease back in.. sometimes all the way, sometimes not. We both savoured every movement, both the feel of it and the look of it as it plunged inside of me and glistened as it withdrew. After a few minutes he withdrew completely and my pussy missed it... It yearned to feel filled again. He bent forward and started sucking at my breasts again, his rigid tool glistening just out of reach.. as he stood up I caught it in my hand and felt the stickyness of it and it's girth. I only held it for a moment before he pulled away but I couldn't close my hand around it! I felt a little disappointed that he didn't want me to 'do' anything to him, but his mood seemed a little changed so I said nothing. He turned me round and bent me over the counter, not the most comfortable position, then he said "move back and support yourself on the counter" .. I complied. I felt him position himself behind me and put one arm on the counter .. I should have used two. He had added a little more lubricant to his cock and thrust hard right up to the hilt. This time I screamed! I hadn't expected such a forceful onslaught and from the rear position his thrust was deeper and it hurt. I gripped the counter with the other arm and his grip on my hips was really hard as he fucked me with a ferocity I had never known. I could hear him grunting through his teeth as he thrust hard and fast so deep my poor pussy had never known such a fucking! My head was spinning and tears were rolling down my cheeks, and I felt almost relieved when he started to cry out as he edged ever nearer to his climax. I worked my muscles as best I could but I was already stretched to the limit. I felt his balls tighten and his cock swell even more ... if that were at all possible! He cried out in ecstasy and agony as he pumped and pumped what felt like pints of hot sweet cum deep inside of me. I felt his seed run down my legs as he pulled his now flaccid but still large manhood out of my ravaged pussy. He handed me some paper towel as he refastened his trousers and left the room. I cleaned myself up, dressed and followed him .. but he was gone. The shop was empty, the lights off and no sign of him. Internet Date I With a light touch to the small of your back, I nudged you gently to the couch. Your granddaughter gone to bed, and after you check, you believe for the night. Daughter gone until the wee hours of the morn', and after a flick of the back light which was the signal for "He" snoring, I slipped in and found you between the living and dining rooms, smiling, quietly waiting, warm and gorgeous in the soft flickering light of your raised fireplace. I'd been camping at Paradise Lakes, and after days of text messages, phone calls, and deep pining, I drove to you. The door was open. The room warm. My heart raced. I saw what I thought was a shadow move as I entered the kitchen and looked to the left. I followed the motion and saw you for the first time. You took my breath away. I stopped. I looked. You heard me come in and watched me enter the room and move through the shadows to you. You waited for me to get to you. You watched me every instant. You opened your arms as I came within striking distance, and as we fell into our first embrace I almost swooned. I lightly but definitely touch your hip as I raise my hand to the top of you pelvis, and tracing it, feeling its substance, your tone and flex, to the delicious place where your hips met at a glorious valley between two taught curved ridges. With four fingers I follow your valley inside your waist band to warm moisture, and then slowly to the small of your back, and as we conclude our first kiss, deeply warm and sweet, silently lip to lip, lips parted slightly, each inviting and permitting the other to enter if we desire, and we both do, just to touch tongues, to feel more of each others soul, hugging, twisting slightly back and forth, pulling each other closer, I feel your breasts on my flexed chest, and you feel my erection beginning with your thigh as we strive for full length touch. I am feeling the pent up tension of the frustration of the distance within which we developed what we are to each other and want to be within you. I want to be deeply within you. I want to be as deeply within you as I can be. I want to touch each centimeter of your moistly viscous vaginal portal to your soul again and again with the ridge of the head of my erection, but, we waited this long, I begin to separate slightly and with my hand at the small of your beautifully curved tensely arched back, begin to guide you backwards to what I perceive as a couch in the shadows, three feet behind you. You understand what I am doing, and as if we had practiced this dance 100 times, as if we were on the ballroom floor, being judged, with no missed step, no clumsiness, no teenage fumbling, we glide to the couch. As you seat yourself, I release you tenderly, and sit next to you, hip to hip and without asking, I can wait no longer, I open the zipper of your sweater, and opening you, gaze upon the beauty of your breasts for the first time. I tremble as I first touch your nipple, you lean your head back and look at me as I slowly experience your nipple between my thumb and fore finger, and then the weight of your breast with my palm, and then I take my hand away, close your sweater, zip it a little, and focus on your gorgeous face, gazing at me in shadow. We have never seen each other. This is our first experience. There is a husband in the house. There is a grandchild in the house. Oh my, it is good I have huge experience at deferred gratification. Rushed, frantic, in these circumstances, this is too precious to jeopardize like that. I whisper, "To you I confer the benefit of my love, and of my lust. I impose no responsibility." I give you a key to room 619. I bend to kiss you good-bye, and silently, I'm in the night air, feeling the Gulf breeze, gliding through the streets upon which I cruise back to my Hotel to wait. I texted you my hotel and room number upon my arrival, that I would be there two days, and then back to Paradise Lakes, where I invited you to join me. It is hard sometimes. All I can do is wait. It is hard sometimes. It has been a long day of travel. I open my room to the balcony, take off my clothes, and stand leaning on the railing basking, sky clad in the gentle breezes coming off the Gulf. The day is over. I lay on the bed, still feeling the breeze, and thinking of you, touch myself, imagining the grasp of your fingers, the warmth deep, deep within you, remembering your breasts, your touch, your warmth, your presence. I wrestled with myself about this room. Why not just meet at the Lakes? Wander arm in arm through the nude revelers to our camp site. But I never made peace with that scenario. We became what we became to each other in absolute privacy. Largely in silence. Estranged by space and time, solitary in our individual impressions, each of the other. No instantaneous symbiotic give and take, based on facial contortion, posture, gesture and gate. You basing whatever you base on physical appearance, solely on two photos, three years old, 40 lbs heavier than when I entered your kitchen, with long hair and beard, compared to the closely cropped brushes and fuzz I presented you with in your kitchen. I wondered what you must have thought. As I drifted to dreamy, deep and surprisingly sound sleep I feared disappointment, or belief of deception. What did you think of my limp, or what black clients and black friends all call my ghetto strut. I wondered if you thought of the Simon & Garfunkel song entitled the "Boxer" who wore reminders of every punch suffered. Again, so far away, yet, this time, so close. I did not want a public meeting. I wanted to meet, touch, know you privately, for hours or days, room service, day trips, in each others arms for hours at a time, forgetting the brevity of our encounter, living in the moment, forgetting what it was like before we touched, before we entered each other, before we quivered within each other, OOooohhhhh Baaaaaaaby, Oh Baby. Baby. Rolling over with a long pillow between my legs, dreaming of your arrival, I was gone. II After two hours of deep sleep, dreaming of home, I began to awaken. It felt like home in the dream. It involved my cats, sisters, five years old, never apart, twins, cute as they move throughout the house following me like a couple of puppies. And then I see my lover, she who I called the love of my life, contorted, grotesque, bent, at the waist as an old Spanish woman who cleaned my pension at in Malaga. Face deeply lined with creases of age and grief. Looking at me from what was our room, peering at me from next to what was our bed, inviting me. I was sorry for her. I pitied her. I loathed her. My cats sat at my feet, Mickey on the right, Michelle on the left. My lover's son, Seth, stumbled in. He was chained, hand to hand, foot to foot, feet to waist, hands to waist, eyes covered, mouth taped, smelling of alcohol, trembling of meth, clearly, to me, in the dream, making no progress to graduation, flushed out of school, they had a plan, GED. Oh, the nightmare scenario. My terror was that he could have done so much, unlimited, but he was done, I called out, but he could not hear me over the chatter of she, and cries of he. Mickey and Michele were not there any more. My almost one year old beautiful Malamute romped in and ran into me. She killed him because he ran away after she replaced me with a passing fancy. She did not rescue him from the pound and let him be killed. Poor Basheba was sitting at my feet, looking up at me. He said he was sorry he ran away. Oh Basheba, I told him it was not his fault. He never knew what he needed to know. Seth looked at me, now unshackled, with eyes cast down, said he was doing good, he was learning welding, might get a job in town, at the machine shop. They needed someone to put corners on grain buckets for barn stalls. The job might be good for a month, and then maybe he could get on permanently. She appeared next to her son, and appeared greatly satisfied that they had a plan, hell he was 15, they needed a plan, and they had a plan. She appeared to think it was a good plan, the result of much planning, talking to bottom-feeders, drunks in the local bars and I'm sure one or more of her transient lovers. They had a plan. In walked one I did not know, in ten gallon hat, plaid skin tight western store shirt, three inch healed, copper tipped cowboy boots, with a buckle at his waist reaching from pubis to belly button. I calmly drew my Walther PP. It was an interesting gun. It was my first double action semi auto. He was looking in the mirror and did not notice. I never could attack one that did not know I was coming. I yelled his name,."Hey, bottom feeder, you piece of dog shit". He looked at me, and I shot him through the left eye, and as he reeled backward, put one in the back of his skull, and as he fell I got another off to his temple before he hit the floor. In an absolutely desperate cold sweat I jumped up, on my feet in one motion as if picked up by the hand of god, drippingly wet from my sweat on this cool night. I was agitated but absolutely calm, completely focused, straight ahead, in the mirror. I saw only myself in the reflected shadows of that dark mirror. I put my hands down, took a breath, and checked under the pillow for the gun. All was good. I walked onto the balcony. I stood leaning on the railing, nude, in the ambient light of the city, feeling the gulf breezes cooling me until I was dry, until every crease was dry, until my beard was dry, and I felt disconcerted. How could I have let myself be pulled down like this. What a reduction. Throughout my life, even at my most drunk and most violent, when another man came between a lover and I, my deal was with her, and I just moved on to the next, and was done. I was responsible for me, not her, and certainly not him. I had no deal with him, my deal was with her. But now, oh man what a reduction. What a reduction. I couldn't believe it. It was 3:30 am. I put on white silk draw string pants, black loose cotton "T" shirt, bottom drop shoulder holster, black silk very blousy shirt with loose "V" neck and saddle shoulders. White Adidas leather knock a round's, and our ring. I was waiting for its meaning to clarify, but until then, unlike any time before, I was willing to wear it. No voice, text or email message, so I sent a text to you that I was, "On the road, looking for after hours club, call, and please come over". Grabbing the Walther I was out the door past the relative cool silence of the late night lobby into street sounds and heat. In the middle of 300,000 people, I could feel the tension, the pressure, the rhythm. The concierge disclosed many of his secrets for $20.00. He asked it I was driving or needed a cab. I advised I walked. He looked at me quizzically, and asked if I had a gun, trying to discourage me. I said "Nah, man." I asked, "Where is the afterhours club. He said there was one, but he did not think I wanted to go there. I asked why. He said it was just like a house, more brothel than club. It was across the highway, next to the strip mall, behind the gas station. Ten minutes, ya, and he pointed the direction. No light, illegal, but open, he thought. I disappeared into the night of Tampa Bay. I sprinted across the highway, and sauntered south to the strip mall. Behind the gas station was a one story tract house. It appeared out of place as all around it were business buildings. This lone house had a couple Hispanics sitting on the front stoop. I hoped they spoke English. I walked up to the closest. We shook hands as he knocked on the door. I gave him a 10 spot, and the woman who opened the door let me in for $20.00. III I'd taken a call from a friend once who wanted me to come observe so I could call for or provide, help if needed. She was meeting a new home care client, and was uncertain as to who he was. I ran his name through the courts and learned he had, in his life, been out of prison three years total, since he turned 18, spread out over two separate occasions of parole. He was thirty eight years of age. He had been in the system since the age of 6 when he was taken from his mother who went to prison. She was killed there in her third year, a day before her release on parole. I took my friend to a rooming house in the hood. I brought my gun. She did not know of this. I advised her of the results of my computer search, and asked her to stay on the porch, in view. There were five black males on the porch. I recognized two of them. I had represented them, and I offered to go with her as I would certainly be welcomed by those guys. She said no, she would be alright, and I watched as she approached the building. They there became obviously animated upon her approach. They had not seen a beautiful, well conditioned, dressed to kill, completely made up, blond, white woman in their midst, ever. I was across a four lane highway in a parking lot. I got out of the car and showed they there I was present. They whom I recognized acknowledged me, and I relaxed a little, but then she disappeared into the building and one by one, they did also, over the next minute or so. I called her cell and it rang directly to message. I resolved to give her fifteen minutes before I went in. As I looked around the entry room of the Tampa After Hours Club, more like an after set, to which I was admitted by the woman at the door, I thought of this event. Other than white women, I was the only white person I was aware of in the place. But then I thought, is this just racial discomfort, or is it truly dangerous in this place. I have always listened to the hairs on the back of my neck and they were not standing in this place. I did not feel danger. I resolved to find out. I walked up behind the first person I was close to, a 5'8" guy with no shirt, put my hands on his sweaty shoulders lightly, but authoritatively and at the same time asked what was up, as I slid by to a stool at the bar. He was shocked to be touched. I knew he would be. When I did this people always were. But he also reacted as I expected. He immediately calmed. It has been my experience when someone feels my touch, from behind, when I clearly have the drop on them in crowd situations, I can almost feel the pit in their stomach grow. He smiled as I slipped by. Relieved, he got chit-chatty. I could barely understand him through his accent and intoxication, but I listened intently as I ordered a double Jack. I made a mistake when I paid for it. He saw some cash, and it became immediately apparent why he was standing away from the bar. I asked him if I could get him a drink, and he said, "Ya." "Whisky?" "Ya." I ordered him double Jack, and had a friend for life, or at least until I left that place. He took a sip and touched the collar of my shirt. He said, "Silk!" "Silk." He seemed to approve and began enjoying the attention of the women who came to see me. I was sitting with my back against the bar, facing the crowd, and the door I came in. A very painted lady approached out of the crowd we had been interacting with. She stopped a few feet away, and opened her front. I enjoyed this and enjoyed looking at her from her eyes to her breasts, belly button, and her delightful labial fold. She shaved. I have always found the area just above a woman's clitoral mound, where a woman's tummy separated into identifiable labia folds, very erotic. I wanted to touch the small of her back, I wanted to slide my hand over her beautifully toned hip, and pull her to me, and with my other hand lightly touch her belly button, and slowly move lightly to the area of separation, to the beginning of her labia, separating her, beginning to open her so I could feel her fill with blood, feel her harden, a little harder, a little deeper, oh man. Not me, I was there for you. I wanted you. I thought of you. I was not going to touch her. I wanted to touch you. I gave her $20.00 making sure he saw me do so, and then I put her hand in his as I left. The concierge was right. This was more brothel than after-hours club. Enough of Tampa after-hours. Oh, save me from this, I cried as I scooted across the highway, back to my balcony. Nude, leaning on the railing I checked my messages. Wow man, you were to be here at 10:00 am. Wow, you were to be here at 10:00 am. Oh what was I to do till then, oh what was I to do till then. Oh Enough of this. I was in my vehicle and getting out at the gym-pool building in Paradise Lakes. I had stopped by my camp site to get need-full things. I had the place to my self until 6:30. I did my hour long weight assisted calisthenics and stretch routine. That done, I swam a half mile. That done I joined two ladies in their 30's or so at the sauna. I told them of my excursion into Tampa, and they were unimpressed, seeming to think me foolish for venturing from there to the textil'd world. But it was all good natured, as I have always found nude people to be, and we had a fine time in the sauna. They thought it a little strange that I jumped in the pool every ten to fifteen minutes, and then laid on my lounge chair for ten minutes or so, and then repeated. I told them of my experience in Ostend Belgium, over looking the English Channel, where the pool had ice in it, and where I first learned of the profoundly fundamental calmness precipitated by this procedure. As 9:00 am approached, I excused myself, and headed to you. IV Oh baby, an hour to wait. Oh baby, an hour to wait. Oh what could I do. Oh what should I do. Oh baby, an hour to wait. Nude on the balcony in daylight was not okay. So I lounged on the bed, on what was to become our bed. You had a key. I decided I did not need to stay awake. If I fell asleep, it was okay, so I laid in bed and thought of what was to happen. Stop the expectations. No fantasies. No plans. Needed to be spontaneous. Needed to be, just be. Oh pins and needles, pins and needles. I decided to meditate. I put a chair in the doorway to the balcony and feeling the Gulf breezes, sat, nude, and began my ritual of calming self awareness. As I began my mantra, thoughts streammed in, uncontrollably: Oh, she is coming; 0h, what will she think? Did I disappoint last night? Oh, what did she think? Will she come? Yes she will come. Should I go pick her up? No, she can get here. Oh what will she think? Oh, what will she think observing me, experiencing me for the first time? For the first time: only get one chance to make a first impression. Oh, will she enjoy my touch: does she crave me as I her; is it important for her to do so. Is it possible to do so? Is it desirable to do so? Distinct I's, we met in the ethereal never never land of our imaginations. Assisted by photos, assisted by words, assisted by trust, assisted by loneliness, assisted by something lacking in our other lives. Is it the vestige of anonymity that continues to bind us? Are we bound? Have we ever been? Is it that I am . . .. Oh, she will be here soon. Oh, calm. Trust. Believe. It is all good. I am here because I want to be. She wants me to be. She said so. Why would she. What is this all about? She does not need me. Why would she want me? Why? What am I doing! What do I think I am doing! She has a life here, a family here, a cadre of friends here. Why me here? Look to me for that answer. Why am I here? That is why she will be here. What do I feel? That is what she will feel. Oh, as I have meditated, I have gone from you to she, from you to her. Oh my, oh my, I control this, I will personalize it again. Oh, you are on the way, oh, you are on the way. Start arousing, the meditation, such that it was, is over. My eyes open. I look at me, and think of you. Oh, better get dressed. Better we be dressed when you arrive. You will be. We should both be. I dress, as I was on my excursion to the after hours club: but smell of smoke. I shower and done clean silk. I take a Viagra. You are to be here in fifteen minutes. I sat down to my computer, and wrote to you. Writing to you is almost like being with you. I actually sometime even think of you as having been with me, on reflection, regarding some writings. It is like I have gotten so close to you in my pages it is almost as if you were next to me. But, alas, beautiful baby, I always awake from such perception, and , and , and. You know. I am calm, on pins and needles. I want to see a pet scan of my brain when I think it is you at the door. It would take all scales off the page, plumes of red, blues, whites, flashing across the page as different parts of my mind fire, and fire, and fire again in anticipation, in recognition, in resolution. Internet Date Oh, Baby, I hear you at the door. V Oh maaaannn. It was housekeeping. What a roller coaster. I'm to the lobby. I will see you come in and help with whatever you have. It is 9:56 am. I take the elevator to the 2nd floor pool and spa. Great, it is empty. If we want to work out, we can, but if we decide to do this, Paradise Lakes is only a few minutes away, and that will be my vote. To the lobby. Not a bad place. I like the multi-storey atrium for the lobby, but I prefer an Embassy Suites type that reaches the total height of the building. It is like a four building complex with a covering stretched between the buildings, connecting them at the top. In this atrium there is a piano. No piano player. Probably only on weekends, or meal times. I sit down to the keyboard. The place is almost vacant. I run a pentatonic scale. It sounds good, but has a surprising inability to fill the area with its tone. It sounds like it may be muffled some how. I check the foot peddles. The one in the middle was stuck. I hit an E chord, and, yes that is better. Still no one in the place. I can see the entrance from here, and you can see me, if you look. I wonder if you will look if you hear a piano when you come in. I begin the first piano piece I wrote. As I play a kid, probably 21 or 22 comes out of nowhere. He is in the hotel's uniform, and he is smoking a cigarette. He hangs thirty feet away listening. He is smiling. He looks like he wants to approach, and he sort of does every couple of minutes or so, but then he catches himself, and stops, standing just watching and listening. Finally he puts his cigarette out in an ashtray on a nearby table, and comes over, still smiling. "Who are you?" "Just a guest." "You appearing around here somewhere?" " Here, now." " How long?" " Till my friend arrives." " Who are you?" " Listen man, I am just a guest killing time." " Okay, ya, sure man, okay." He sat on the bench next to me and watched my hands. I stopped and showed him the pentatonic scale I am using. I have him do it. He is just delighted. He has long black fingers. He seems to know how to keep them curved, but he is very timid on the keys. I show him a chord and have him hit it rhythmically as he chooses, and when he hits a cadence, I put my line on top. A duet. His smile stretches from ear to ear. This kid is in heaven. We do this for ten minutes or so, and a woman in a different color Hotel uniform came up, obviously looking for him. He kind of put his head in his shoulders, saluted me bye, and sheepishly snapped to attention. He followed her out of sight. I hoped he could handle the problem. I never saw him again. I changed to my second tune. I could see a grandfather clock in the corner from where I sat, and it was 10:30. Oh no. What happened? I checked the phone. No voice nor text message. I switched to my 10th composition. This was No. 1 with the right peddle. Louder, more expressive of anxiety, or other emotion. This was good for a second or two, and I switched to No. 11. This was 1 muted, and a bit faster, with an E Chord drone as the bottom. After a few minutes I got up and wandered outside into the bright sun shine, and late morning heat. I went to the bell man outside the door and said, "What's up." He snapped to attention. It appeared I scared him to death. "May I help you sir?" "Na, just waiting for my friend." " Do you need a limo, a cab, a car?" "Nah man, just waiting. What is new and exciting in Tampa today?" Before he could answer, the concierge appeared. The guy I was talking to took a step away, and I was handed off. "May I help you sir?." "Nah, just waiting." "How was your trip to the afterhours club last night?" "You were right, it was more brothel than club." "But you were alright?" "Ya." "You met my nephew." "I did?" "Ya, you bought him a whisky." "Alright. Good guy. Did he have fun after I left?" "He called here to make sure you made it back okay. He watched you until I had you." "Alright. That is why I felt safe, eh." "Well, you were safe." I gave him $10.00, and thanked him as I stepped into the sun, and headed to the park fifty of so yards to the East of the Hotel, from which I could see the entrance. 11:00 am. I call. Your phone rings directly to voice mail. Beautiful baby, are you alright? Did I misunderstand something? What is up beautiful baby. I remain on bated breath. There is a woman walking a Malamute in the park. He was a beautiful dog. I click my tongue. The dog looks right at me. She had not really heard my sound, but looked at the where her puppy looked, almost as fast as he did. It is like there are tongue rollers and there are floaters, well there are dogs that react like this to my click. I sauntered over speaking softly to the puppy, with my hands slightly out. She was uncertain what to do with this stranger who had made friends with her dog like that. She clearly did not understand what I had done. I greet her, "Hi. Beautiful day." She agreed with a smile and a nod, but I had not gotten through her look of consternation. I wondered if she knew what her face was doing. I crouched and still talking quietly to the dog began to stroke him between his eyes. It was almost as if she just threw up her hands in disbelief and frustration. I was surprised she just did not hand me the leash and walk away. I asked, "What is his name?" "Basheba." Oh no. I told her the story of my Basheba. How my lover killed him. She began to cry. I patted her on the shoulder. And then gave her a light hug and said it was alright. "The pain of death is on the living. Basheba just went to sleep. It was okay. Sorry I mentioned it." The puppy wondered what had happened, tears and all, and me sitting down with them. He tried to get between us and I let him. That made him feel better, and he then just watched me, calmly. I had nothing to give her for her tears, so I offered her a Kleenex I observed in her purse. She took it, and we talked quietly for an hour or so about Tampa and Paradise Lakes. How her husband left her and her baby there once nude with nothing. He was mad and thought he got her good. She just met about a dozen good Samaritans, male and female, and had a hell of a torrid weekend. By the time it was over, her parents had her moved into a new apartment, and all was better since then. She showed him. I agreed, yup, she sure did. Her apartment was just over by the marina, if I want to come over to see it. "Ya know, I'd love to, but I am on bated breath waiting for my friend, and I just couldn't take the afternoon like that, but thank you, and maybe we'll see each other at the Lakes latter." She thought that was good idea, and expressing an interest in meeting you also, we parted. It was afternoon as I approached the Hotel entrance. Oh where oh where can you be, oh where oh where can you be. As I sat down to lunch at the sidewalk café north of the Hotel I caught sight of you out of the corner of my eye, getting out of a small red convertible with what looked like the other person whose picture you sent me, in tow. VI I advised the maitre d' that I may have company, but if I was not back in ten minutes, he should give the table away. I watched you go in the Hotel as I dialed your cell. It went directly to voice mail, so I left a message and walked to the Hotel. As I entered, and took off my sun glasses, I saw you and she get on the elevator. I am not one to yell at people in crowds so I went to the elevators, and got the next one that stopped. At the 6th floor I got out and saw you alone in the hall, down by the room, walking away from me past the room to the stair at the end of the hall very quickly. You were too far away for me to be comfortable calling out to you, so I quickened my step as you disappeared into the stairwell. What a deal I thought, as I got to the exit door. I opened it and heard who I thought was you, saying something to some one who I did not hear. I remembered that your daughter wanted you and your husband together, and wondered if she made a scene at home and was now refusing to be appeased again. I decided to get back on the elevator, and wait by the door you had entered for you or she to exit, and for someone to call me. I believed I made it outside before you and she made it down the stairs, although when I listened at the stairwell door as I went by I heard nothing. Outside, my heart sank. The vehicle you arrived in was gone. I called again, and this time it rang, but no one answered and I left a message: "Hey Beautiful Baby, what is up. So close, yet so far. What do you want me to do?" At the outside chance you were in the room, I called the room. It rang to voice mail, I just hung up and went back to the Restaurant. My table was gone and there was an hour wait, so I went back to the park where I met the puppy, and watched the front of the Hotel. It was 12:30. The symmetry of circles can be understood as good, I suppose, but I did not see the good in this one. It was merely circular, back to the beginning, and at the beginning no puppy nor puppy owner. So I was going backward on this circle. I, at this point, was unsure as to whether there was even anything to look forward to this day. At 1:00 I reentered the Hotel, ordered lasagna to be delivered to the room, and got on the elevator. I took it to the top floor observation deck and had a look at that facility. It was good. Just bars around the edge, and lounge chairs, hot tub and sauna available. I started the heat in the sauna, and went to my lasagna. If nothing more fun than this was to happen, I was on the way to the Lakes when I was done with lunch. It looked like you had actually been in the room. I became aware of the same scent in the air of the room as you wore when we kissed in your house. It gave me an immediate erection. I opened the balcony door, and awaited lunch as I watched traffic on the street below. I imagined I could see the vehicle you were in somewhere below if I just looked long and hard enough. As I scanned the skyline, and horizon, I heard a knock at the door followed by the call "room service", and I went to get my lasagna. I was hungry, and my mouth was watering, when I opened the door and saw you standing there, bearing my sustenance in all respects. Oh Baby. I felt my face soften, my shoulders relax, my erection resume. You were standing in the hall closer to our door than the other side, but still in the hall. This is the first time I am able to look at you in the light, standing before me just out of striking distance. I am completely content to gaze upon you; to take in the full range of your countenance, your form, your curves, your posture, your stance, your color, your hair, your skin, your radiance, your lips, cheeks, forehead, chin. As I take a step, and not taking the tray you hold with both hands I stepped to the side, place my right hand on the back of your neck, squeezing firmly, touching your gorgeous chin with my left ring finger to tilt your beautiful head up to me so our lips and noses fit perfectly, you meeting me as if in studied cotta, lightly touching lips, breathing deeply of each other, we kiss, oh so softly, deeply, harder, deeper, I following your neck line to your blouse, then inside your blouse, then inside your brazier, to your breast, letting a low growling sigh arise in my throat. Oh baby. I have you by the hair at the back of your head, ball-ed up in my right hand and I use this to pull our lips apart, and I open my eyes, and look into you, beautiful baby. I release your breast and take the dish with my left hand, and with my right hand I take your satchel. I gesture you into our room. You glide past me to the bed. I put your satchel at your feet, the plate on the microwave. I turn and you are standing facing the bed, twisting to look at me, and I, in one motion step to you, swoop you into my arms as I spin toward the bed, and into the bed with a noisy bite to your neck. You safely on the bed, me over you, hoping you don't like the clothes you wore, grab your blouse at each collar and rip it apart, and with one movement I pull your brazier away from your body and over your head, we having begun to laugh and you have begun to resist and fight back. To no avail, your pants were too loose, as you struggle, they come off in my hands with one pull of the legs as I stand up and pull your legs up as one would diapering a baby. Your struggle is valiant, and our chatter is loud, and when you roll over to try to crawl away on hands and knees you play right into my hands and I have your panties in one motion. You, nude, I push you forward so you are completely on your stomach, stretched out with fingers still grasping the head board. I lay on you full length, and we quiet down as I knit my fingers in your hair, and whisper sweet nothings in you ear, between nibbles and light bites of your arteries , neck and ears, back and forth from one side to the other as you wildly twist your head to get away, but can't get away, oh can't get away. Your smile melts me into a pulsating blob of erect writhing flesh and you win the battle, getting to your hands and knees you push me off, and tackled me to my stomach, and pouncing on my back you reach around and grab my lapels firmly, and violently, with extraordinary finesse, in one motion, you rip them apart, and having thrown the shirt out the door, off the balcony, you leap up and with one more swoosh, you are holding my pants in one hand while you are standing at the end of the bed. I am nude. You look at me, from my feet to my head, and using your knees, you spread my feet, and sliding between my legs, you climb onto bed spreading me further with your legs, sliding your hands on each leg from calf to knee, to thigh as you slide between me, to crease of my pop-over-toosh, over the tone of my derriere, spreading my cheeks, blowing on my anis, raising goose bumps on every centimeter of my being lying under you, feeling you looking at me, my scrotum, and you touch me, from my anis to the beginning of my scrotum, then a little pressure as you dig gently into me, just above where my testicles are, and then you feel each testis, rolling first one then the other between thumb and forefinger, feeling the texture of me, first one then the other, then you scoop me up, and hold me in your hand while with your other hand you rub sensuously to my waist, then up my back to my shoulder, then with me still in one hand, your other on my shoulder, you brush your nipples across my back and kiss my neck while you release me, and put me between your legs. Straddling me in this way, I feel you spread your arms and your breasts as you lay on me and put your head next to mine nuzzling into the nap of my neck. You snuggle, and hug, and burrow, and I feel your weight, your heat, your heart beat, your being, and I just experience, just soak you in, just get to know your soul, through your body, through your touch, how you touch, through the inevitable apprehension and resolution as our comfort level increases, as the drama fades, as our reality begins to soak in and take over. I feel you relax, and silently contemplate that which I silently contemplate, we each the other, we each in the other's context, how we are now different than we were a moment ago, and how we will be different with each passing moment, the uniqueness of our individual experiences, our moments just before we let our selves actually go, before we let ourselves accept the other, incorporate the other, that glorious moment just before you roll me over, when we both remain each in control, when we each still remain distinct, although blending our heat and sweat, feeling each others pulse, sensing each others aurora, at this moment we are distinct, but connected in tender human contact of a purity of pleasure and joy, without expectation, without demand, without concerns, without others, we each with ourselves at this moment, within each others context, floating in an ethereal construct of implicit meaning, just understood, never to be revisited, a moment of incorporation, of joint experience, of each to the other, a new chapter of an us, from which we can never retreat. Oh baaaaby, it is merely fundamental between us at this moment, you slide off me, and pull my shoulder to turn me over, and straddling my side, as I roll, I feel the burning heat and dampness of you as my roll spreads your labial folds, and my side experiences you at this level for the first time. Your heat sending a quiver, a shiver as my whole body reacts to this penetrating contact with you, opened and moist, like an open lipped kiss to my side. As I sit up I put one of your beautiful feet on either side of my hips and I sit between with your knees bent over my thighs, your feet slightly behind me, you laying splayed, open before me, and once I get us situated, I place my erection along you, nestled in your open labia lengthwise, feeling the warmth and moistness of you, the head of my erection resting lightly on your clitoral mound. I slide my hands up your sides, to your arm pits, and then to your shoulders, to your neck, and then to your breasts, in a circular motion I move your breasts feeling the tone of your supporting pec's, massaging the muscle a little, deeply, feeling your breast tissue as I massage, seeing your nipples wrinkle as they harden more and more. I moan slowly, "Ooohhhh baaaaabbbbbaby" as I the slide my hands down your sides to your waist, then behind you to your lower back and pull the strap of muscle I find there toward me. As I almost pick you up, you moan deeply as your eyes close deliciously, and you smile and look at me. I repeat this massage until I feel you relax, and I can move your shoulders, and arms, and pelvis as if they are almost unattached. Then I move to your belly button, and your pubis, I have become moist and warm laying half covered by your open labia, and I lightly push my head harder onto your clitoral mound, and relax, push relax. I derive a calmness touching you, gazing upon you, and you, seeming to be hit by a sudden pang of passion, reach to me and half sitting up push me down your clitoral ridge to your vaginal opening. I watch and let you do what you will until I am about to enter you, and I slow everything down by moving back a little so I enter you, for the first time, very slowly, baaby, very slowly, oh baby, very slowly. I want to feel every fraction of a centimeter; I will never enter you for the first time again, ever so slowly, oh baby. I feel you grow up my back from my tail bone, slowly, as I enter. I enter a centimeter, I feel you a centimeter up my back. I arch my back, I twist my head slightly. My head is full within you, and I feel you all the way up my back, and I continue to centimeter by centimeter experience you for the first time perfectly fundamentally explosively sexual absolutely torrid drippingly satisfying centimeter by centimeter by centimeter until you plunge me to our bones as deep as we can go in one thrilling, shrieking thrust. I freeze us here by wrapping my arms around you, waist high, and push with my knees and feet, pelvis and toes, deeper, feeling you, feeling our temperatures, now distinct, our heart beats, now distinct, and as deeply within you as we can be, I look at you, I see you for the first time, you are looking at me, lips tight, eyes wide, hand on my neck, body flexed in an half sit up, me resting on my hands, placed next to your ears, relying on my weight to drive me within you, and then I withdraw, centimeter by centimeter, feeling the ridge of my head sealing you, sliding the walls of you as I withdraw. You are all around me, the heat of you up my back now encompasses my being, and I am lost in you, within your body, within your heart, within your psyche, within, and pulling completely out of you I look at me leaving you, and then I watch me reenter, fast, hard to the bone, withdraw, reenter, to bone to withdraw, to bone, baby, I cannot control the sounds that pass my lips. Internet Date Connected, we roll, we spin, we move you to between my legs, me to behind you, still vaginally within you, slow, fast, fast hard grind fast, you quiver, no touch other than me within you, then just my head within you, half inch movement, the trust bone to bone, again and again, I have you by your hair, twisting you so I can see your face, and one breast, which I grab, hold, nipple within my grasp, hard erect, as I increase my rhythm increase the pressure of my pubic bone up toward your anis, as my erection pushes hard on the top of you vaginal wall and bottom of my erection pushed hard on the bottom of your vaginal orifice, I lightly play with you anis as I thrust, in enter slightly with my little finger, then with my middle finger, then with two fingers, up to one knuckle, as I thrust, then I withdraw my fingers and place my thumb lightly on top of you anis, as I trust, and as I thrust, I enter up to my thumbs knuckle and as I withdraw I withdraw as I thrust I enter, as I withdraw I withdraw, and then I grab your pelvis with both my hands and thrust hard and fast hard and fast, you begin to gasp slightly, and I hard and fast, you start to quiver and this takes me off, I explode within you, I go as deeply as I can, and my explosion continues, as I thrust, and as I push against you I continue to explode, my whole body shaking orgasmicly, trembling, I lightly rub across you breast, lightly brush my hand over your eyes, then back lightly to your breast, you are looking at me hard, observing me absolutely out of control, completely consumed by me, and the orgasmic waves going off, again and again, thrusting with each quiver, lightly touching you wherever my hands are between the shocks, this goes on for minutes, as you begin to rub my thigh and calve, looking at me watching as I am completely lost in the orgasmic bliss we have created together. This is between us, this is us at this moment, I am wracked for another few minutes before I lightly touch your breast and leave my hand there as I rub your lower back lightly in conclusion of our cosmic copulation, I remain within you as long as I can, and as I become flaccid, you begin to eject, and when I am fully out of you I slide up your back so we are spooned with my mouth at your ear, my hand at your breast, my testes smashed against your tail bone, and top leg over your hip, resting along your thigh. I silently nuzzle, withdrawing from the completely self-centered aspect of our first encounter, wherein I was completely consumed by me and my needs, and now trying to share my ecstasy with you, as I hug you warmly, slowly rocking you as I nuzzle in your hair and beautiful ear and neck, after a while, when my breathing becomes rhythmic and shallow, you roll over, lacing your legs in mine as fork, and placing my thigh in your folds and I feel our fluids and your warmth against my leg, your nipples against my chest, your arms over me hugging me, my hand to the back of your head, you nuzzle my neck, little by little our breath hits the same rhythm, and we drift off into exhausted, warm, sleep of afterglow bliss. Internet Dating All characters are 18 or older ------------------------------------------------ Liam prepared to walk into the restaurant with heavy breathing, it was the first time he'd ever done this sort of thing before. Not obviously meet a girl for a date he'd done that many times but it was the first time he did so with a girl he had never seen before, although of course when I say girl I mean woman and that to him was the appeal. You see he had been given this card just outside his work by a smartly dressed man in a business suit and red tie. Now usually he'd throw that sort of thing away but seeing the juxtaposition between the man and him handing out cards for a dating site called MILFdating.com made him keep it till one lonely bored night he went on the website and saw the woman that now sat at the restaurant waiting for him. Well he saw her body and breasts not her face the caption below it read "Well that's all you really want isn't it ;)". It made him laugh so he started to talk to her well that and she had the most fantastic set of breasts, large strangely firm for a woman of 40 and somewhat familiar. The online conversation wasn't long and ended with them arranging to go to dinner. It was at a high end restaurant where his friend had recommended though both the restaurant and hotel were hardly cheap they we're guaranteed to get what you wanted. He opened the door the image of the woman's breasts still in his mind's eye he tried to think about other things. Work? No that didn't do it. Doubling numbers in his mind, no that didn't do it either. Until all of a sudden everything turned soft as he suddenly saw his mother sitting down at one of the tables with a bottle and two glasses of wine. At first he thought to run, he really didn't want to be seen on a date with a woman around his mothers age by his own mother he looked around she was still applying her makeup and smoothing out her red low cut dress. "Do you have a reservation?" "What!?" "Do you have a reservation?" "Oh sorry, Liam ------" He said "Ah yes, right this way." the woman said gesturing to the dining area. "Your date has already arrived." "Well I'm very excited to meet her." She moved towards the table, as Liam tried to make sure he didn't capture his mothers attention then the waitress pointed to the table. The table his mother was sitting at. "This is your table sir. Is there anything else you need." His mother looked at him with shock and dread in her eyes as he did her. A silence fell between them as the waitress looked more and more worried as she sensed the tension between them. "No, no every things fine" Liam spoke with fear and embarrassment in his voice. "I'll be back in a moment to take your order." The waitress left. "Well for Christ sake sit down people are starting to stare." Liam's mom said quickly. "Sue Redgrove?" Liam asked his mother hoping that she wouldn't reply with the inevitable reply as he sat down opposite her. "Oh god!" she whispered. "Please don't tell me your Charlie91?" "Well yeah?!" Liam spoke as he ran through possible ways out of this dilemma in his mind. "Oh god no!" she spoke fearfully but quietly while putting her hands over her mouth, then looking down over the cleavage of her very low cut red dress and moving her hands to cover her breasts. "Look Mom I can go if you'd like I mean ..." She was silent for a moment "No no you reserved the table you shouldn't have to go because of me." She wasn't looking him in the eye instead just staring at the table as if she was talking to it instead of him. "Alright just no offence but you were hardly the company I was expecting." "Me neither." She spoke quietly. "Are you sure you don't want me to go?" His Mom said quickly. "No... no it's fine!" Liam said still trying to think of a way out of this situation. "Well I guess it gives us a nice chance to catch up." She searching desperately for something to say. "Yeah..." Liam spoke silently. They fell into another awkward silence. "...." "......." "So what sort of company were you expecting." She said finally looking into his eyes. "Well you know." Liam said looking up briefly. "I mean when you put a picture of your naked body as a profile pic." "You mean you were looking for a quick screw." His Mom said aggressively. "Well... I mean... well yeah... what did you expect when you put that picture up?" "Yes but I didn't expect my son..." She said trailing off before becoming alarmed "Oh my god I mean you saw me... I... you didn't do anything did you?" "I... errr... well..." he tried unsuccessfully to conceal the fact he had masturbated to the picture of what now was revealed to be his mothers naked body several times throughout the night. "Oh fuckerdy fuck, fuck my son wanked to me!" She said probably a little too loud than she should have. A couple in their 70's looked round confused. "Look sorry I didn't know it was you. Anyway what did you expect putting a picture of yourself like that up on the net like that?" "Well I didn't expect it to be you!" His Mom said getting defensive. "Oh so that makes it ok?" A sheering anger fell through him at the thought of his mother with a string of random guys. "Look I was just checking it out. I mean just because I turned up doesn't mean I was going to have sex with... well... you?" she trailed off at the end of the sentence realising the strangeness of the situation. "Really and there I was getting all excited." He smiled. "Yes so was I but I guess both of us are disappointed." She said as she stared of into the distance. "So you were going to have sex with... well... me?" Liam said sounding hurt. It was still a shock to think of his mom in the arms of a string of strangers from the internet. "Well, look Liam, I have needs too and well you can hardly have a go at me when you were the one who found me on there." "YES BUT I'M NOT MARRIED!!!" He quietly shouted. "I mean what's Dad going to think about all this? I mean does he know you go around screwing guys half your age?" "OK well first me and your father have been separated for about 10 months now, and secondly and perhaps most importantly speeches like that work a lot better if you don't keep staring at my tits!" She spoke kind of angrily as she grabbed both her breasts. "Oh errr..... errrr.... I wasn't...." "Hi are you guys ready to order?" It was the waitress much to Liam's relief. "Yes I'll have the rib eye steak." Liam said. "And I'll have the chicken breast in red wine sauce" His Mom ordered. "Ok, is there anything else you need?" "No that I'll be all thanks." His Mom said politely as the waitress left. "Look don't worry I'm flattered." She said "Besides I got to be honest you look kinda good yourself all dressed up like that." "Well thanks... Wait are you flirting with me to get away from the subject of you separating with dad?" Liam asked. "No!... Well yes... look sorry but we could just have a nice meal let's not ruin it." "When were you going to tell me?" "When the time was right I mean we hardly ever talk now anyway." "Still no reason to not tell me you two had broken up." "Well sorry." She said quietly and she honestly meant it. "Although it's nice by the way being able to have a proper conversation with you, it hasn't been the same since you moved out." "Well thank you." Liam said smiling. "So honestly is this what you've been doing then just meeting guys on the internet and..." He raised his eyebrows up suggestively. "What, no this was the first time I've done anything like this I only found out about it from some guy handing out cards outside the shops." "So you haven't had sex since you two split up then." He asked. She laughed "Longer than that I'm afraid. Not that it's any of my business." "Really, how long?" "I'm not telling you!" A sly smile forming on her lips as she spoke. "Oh come on tell me!" He said getting visibly excited and curious "No! I really don't think it right me telling you about the last time I had sex." "Well it wasn't right for you to send naked pictures to me either." "I didn't know it was you!" She shouted trying to hold back nervous laughter. "But you still did! So you might as well tell me." He really wanted to know now he'd never thought of his mother as a sexual being before but now. The waitress came over to the table. "Ok we have the steak for you sir and the chicken for you miss. Would you like anything else?" "No!" Liam said loudly. The waitress hurried away thinking she had done something wrong. "There was no need to be rude." His mom said as she picked up her knife and fork. "Sorry just interested to find out now. " His mother started to eat her dinner quicker than usual as she wanted this to be over quicker. "Well if you must it's been about 2 years. Although why you have this sudden interest in my sex life I don't know." "2 years!" He shouted with amazement. "No wonder you're dressed so sexily." "You think so?" She replied. "I was a bit worried to be honest, I kind of wanted to make an impression. You know two years and that." "Well let's just say I won't be standing anytime time soon." He said quietly sipping a glass of wine. She paused for a moment before realising what that meant widening her eyes in shock while sipping on her wine. "Well thank you, that inappropriate but nice to hear all the same." She said trying to avoid eye contact with him while he took the time to admire her dress and body. The dress was tight shiny silk and ran all the way down to her thighs. It also was held up by two straps which formed a V shape just above her nipples. "OK you can stop undressing me with your eyes now." she said finishing her wine. "Sorry... I was just thinking it's good how your fake name matches your dress." "What?" His mother said confused. " Sue Redgrove, Red dress?" "I hadn't thought of that she said probably just a coincidence" She replied "Or some sort of subconscious thing. Red is the color of love and passion you know?" "No Liam it was just a coincidence." "I think it was. You chose that color because you've got sex on the brain." He said teasing her "Well yes I do but the dress that didn't affect my dress color. Sometimes a cigars is just a cigar." "What?" He was confused now. "You've never heard that quote before?" "No not really." "It's from Sigmund Freud he was a famous psychologist." His mother said astounded by her sons ignorance. "Never heard of the guy ." "Well he'd have something to say about this situation that's for sure." She said again trying to hold back nervous laughter "Why?" "Dear god... Well Freud said that all boys have this thing called an Oedipus complex i.e. every man is attracted to their mother." She said trying not to look her son in the eye. "He said that! That Freud guy sounds like some nutcase." "Well many people thought so although you'd you be more believable if you didn't keep on staring at my breasts." "Sorry about that." He said quietly. "It's fine seriously I wouldn't have dressed like this if I didn't want you to look." A silence fell between them. "Could have a woman president soon." His Mom said trying to break the silence "Can we not talk about politics please." he replied. "Then what do you want to talk about?" "Why did you and Dad split?" "Two years Liam. He's fat old and about 20 years older than me." "No wonder you still went with me even without a profile picture." He said "Also I always though that age thing always was a bit much." "Says the guy looking for a date on MILFdating.com." "Yes but that's just sex." "Oh thanks I'm flattered." His Mom said. "Come on you knew that was it. Don't say you was looking for something meaningful." "Well no I guess not." She sighed "I was just looking to have sex with you." Liam chocked on his steak. "I meant before I knew you were... well you." "So you were planning on having sex tonight?" Liam said smiling. "Well yes if you must know, yes I was. I cleaned up the house especially for it and everything." She said disappointedly "You didn't need to do that." "I know but I thought just in case you saw some dirty cloths and ran off or something." His mom said displaying the same sort of attitude she did when he was growing up. "No I mean I booked a hotel for the night. It's the one across the road." "Oh, you did now?" She said as she finished the last piece of food. "Well yeah it's the one across the road it's a bit of a waste of money now." He said trying to remind himself that this was his mother. "Tell me about it that's a five star hotel, must have cost you quite a bit." His Mom said looking him up and down he'd worn a cream Hugo Boss top with black trousers and all together looked rather dashing. "Only about $800" He said. "What for the night?! I've never stayed in a hotel like that. I almost wish you weren't my son." "Oh thanks!" Liam said mockingly knowing full well what she meant. "I don't mean it like that just well you're a nice young boy and I bet you'll make some girl very happy." "No it isn't." "Of course it was!" She said trying to avoid his eyes" "No it isn't!" He made sure he caught her gaze. "Look just tell me if you weren't my Mom would you have sex with me tonight." "Liam you can't ask me something like that." "Just answer me." He said getting desperate for an answer. "No, I'm not answering a question like that it's... it's wrong." "Come on it's just a hypothetical it's not like I'm asking anything of you." She hesitated for what was only a few seconds but felt like eons for Liam. He thought if or not he'd crossed the line. "Yes I would have." "Ok that's all I wanted to know." Liam smiled a great big smile. He finished the last of his meal and asked if he could get the bill. "And you?" His mom said nervously. "You're kidding me right with the picture you sent me of course I would!" "About that can you delete that when you get back home. I know you probably would anyway now you know who it is." "Do I have to?" "YES!!!" his mom said with the same eyes she used when telling him to clean up after himself when he was a kid. "Ok I will!" He lied as the waitress came over with the bill. "Wow $322 for that" Liam exclaimed. "Well it's less than the hotel." "Yeah some more money I've wasted tonight." He said bitterly "I might end up staying there just as not to waste the money." "Yes and it might be nice to see what a place like that's like." "I've been there before they offer a box of free condoms for every room." His mom laughed "Oh well that's good at least you were going to use a condom when we have sex." He smiled "You're kidding with you we'd need the whole box." "Now that's defiantly not appropriate." His mom said sternly. "Sorry mom." "So should we pay the bill?" She said getting up. "Yeah just give me a moment ." He said not standing up. She rolled her eyes and walked and started to walk out onto the empty street. "... 1024, 2048, 4196" He got up making sure it was at least not visible through his jeans. His mom was waiting outside. "Are you sure you don't want to see what the place is like." he said pointing to the hotel. "I don't think that would be a very wise idea for either of us." "Well ok then, do I at least get a kiss." He said "Yeah we're not doing that either." "Look" He turned to her and looked her in the eyes. "I've spent over $1200 on tonight and well let's just say this wasn't what I expected as I'm sure it wasn't for you." "Well I'll pay you back if you want I mean I get that it cost quite a bi..." "I don't care about the money" Liam spoke holding her hand and stroking it with his thumb. "All I want is one kiss with my hot sexy date, just one kiss to make it feel like this wasn't all for nothing." "Alright." She said giving in. "Just one, then we never speak of this again." She turned to him breasts in full view, turned her head and gave him a quick peck on the lips. It lasted around a second. "Oh come on." He said like a man watching his own team lose at sport. "What you asked for a kiss?" She said stepping back and trying not to see the lust in her sons eyes. "That wasn't a kiss that was a light head butt." "Well that's all your getting." "Look all I ask for is one REAL kiss, one kiss and I'll be happy it's not like I'm going to tell anyone." "Ok fine!" She said before moving her lips towards his. At first she was a little resistant avoiding his tongue as it entered her mouth but as he started to put his arms around her she felt I rush of energy pass between them as she started to kiss her son back. As she did so he moved his hands slowly downwards as his tongue danced with hers. The rush the felt. Him kissing his mother. She kissing her son. She put her arms around his tight muscular back. He moved his hands down to her waist holding her more tightly towards him as his hand grabbed hold of her buttocks. She could feel the outline of his hard cock pressed up against her thigh. She pushed herself onto it. Then when he slowly started to pull up her dress she pushed him off of her realising what was happening. The embrace was broken. "That was too far." She said angrily. "What I asked for a kiss." "You were going for more than a kiss!" "OK sorry I lost control, but it's not exactly like you didn't kiss back!" He said just as angrily to her. "Yes... but... well... I mean 2 years Liam you can't blame me." "No." He said as he held her hand brushing his fingers with his thumb again. "I can't blame you one bit." They were looking each over in the eyes now. She shut her eyes and squinted before hailing a taxi that was passing. Liam shouted "Fuck." loudly in his mind. "Look Liam it been a lovely although vastly inappropriate night." His Mom said as the taxi pulled up. "Yeah." He spoke trying to mask his disappointment. "Are you sure you don't want to see what that hotel room looks like." "I'd love too Liam but I can't" She said opening the and getting in the taxi. "OK well love you Mom." He shouted. "I lo...." She stopped herself and looked down before getting in the taxi. Liam felt disappointed and started to walk towards the hotel alone. It was a strange feeling for him he never wanted to have sex with his mother before but now the idea of being so close yet so far away seemed to upset him. Perhaps it was how that picture mesmerised him or that Freud thing she was talking about, although surely if she thought that then she wouldn't mind having sex with him if it's normal and everything. He walked across the road. And she needed it too she said so if he wasn't her son she would have fucked him tonight. The image of him having sex with her played in his mind but was immediately replaced with the thought of her having sex with multiple guys all of them thrusting there dicks into every hole she had available. "Now that's what's going to happen." He thought with disgust his own mother was going to fuck all the guys in town making him the 'son of the slut' and hay who wouldn't he looked at the naked picture on his phone. "I certainly would." He thought. His mind started to clear. "What am I thinking" He thought. "She's my Mom it's not my issue who she has sex with I shouldn't even know or care." He started to think about how things were going to be after tonight. Christmas was coming up he could hardly play normal happy family with all that happened tonight. "Perhaps tonight was a bad Idea" he thought out load as the wall to the hotel in front of him was illuminated. "But then she seemed so lonely perhaps..." Internet Dating "OK for $800 I want to see what this room is like." His mom said getting out of the taxi. "Mom!" Liam turned round surprised. "Look I changed my mind ok... Now just take me up there." She said with a look of nervous anticipation. "Ok then!" He said he's previous thought clearing from his mind as he looked at his mother's body once more whilst he walked towards the front door in silence. Then across reception in silence. Then to the elevator in silence. His mother stood in front of him and he looked down admiring her bum it was nice and as round as her breasts. He could imagine pressing up against it feeling her firm cheeks against his groin. As she stood there she kept fidgeting with her dress straitening it brushing it with her hands and pulling the front to show maximum cleavage. Liam's cock became painfully hard admiring her but he didn't care it's not like it'd be a shock to her in fact he hoped she did notice he was rather proud of it himself. She walked out of the elevator as she did so Liam followed behind her. "So we going to this room then." She said as she turned to him. "It would be my pleasure" he said opening the door. As the door opened she stepped inside of it. "Wow... This room... It's nice." Liam could hear the nervousness in her voice. He pushed himself against her back grinding his groin into her buttocks. He started giving her neck small kisses as his hands grabbed her thighs moving upwards to her large D-cup breasts. "Liam... Liam... Liam no I said earlier... no." She panted as he started to dry hump her from behind. "NO!!!" She screamed and turned around. "What?!" "I'm your Mom now I thought we agreed" She looked at him with a confused look. "What!" He said. "Then what are you doing here?" "I came to see the room like I said." "Really that's the only reason your here no other reason crossed your mind?" He said having enough of the pretence. She paused. "Yes! ... no ... I mean... but... but... we can't... ... Can we?" "Yes we can like you said you have needs, so do I and how longer do you really think you can go without?" He said in a calming voice as he stepped towards her and looked her in the eyes. "Come on you need someone. Nobody has to know it can be our little secret and well you're always saying we don't see enough of each other." "I didn't mean it that way." she said smiling at him. "But still it'll do us good, you'll get to have sex for the first time in two years and well..." He looked her up and down "Let's just say that I'll do me a lot of good." He started to slowly rub both her sides. She smiled at him and let out a little laugh like an excited school girl. "Unzip me, please." He smiled and obliged, as he did so her dress fell of her onto the floor. He took her hand and led her over to the bed. Where she lay down and put her legs up and pulled them towards her then smiled at him. She hadn't worn any underwear that day apart from her bra she was completely naked. She then took of her bra. Before grabbing hold of her legs again He looked at her crawled up like that with her blushing face visible through her legs she looked so cute and strangely innocent. He went to get the box of condoms. "Wait!" His Mom shouted. "What?" He thought she'd changed her mind yet again. "No condoms." She said quietly. "What, why." He said. "I just don't want you to where one." "But what about all those lectures about safe sex?" "Well obviously I didn't mean with me." She said. "No if I'm going to fuck my son I'm going to do it properly." Hearing her say that made a surge of electricity pass through him as he put them down and moved quickly towards her "Well no complaints from me." He said as he undid his belt and took off his trousers. "Wow I did do a good job!" She said as she looked at his 8 Inch penis. "Thanks Mom" He said as he aligned with the opening of her wet vulva and slowly tried to push it in. It was wet and tight too tight in fact. He pushed in a little harder but then at that moment saw a look of pain on his mothers face. "What's wrong?" Liam asked with his cock half way in his mothers vagina. "Nothing, nothing's wrong" she spoke shaking her head. "Just, just push it in!" "Mom!" Liam whined "It's fine!" "Well obviously not!" he said pointing to his penis only half the way inside his mothers vagina. "Well it's just once we do this we can't go back this is big!" "I know mom but that doesn't change anything if we exit now I would have still undressed you, kissed you and unsuccessfully tried to put my penis in you." He said "We may as well have a bit of fun first." "I guess." She said not loosening any more. "Look we're not doing anything wrong." He said as he slowly started to stroke her skin and kiss her neck. "All that's happening is that two people who are sexually attracted to each other are going to have sex. That's it." She loosened a bit. "Who are Mother and Son?" She asked "Yes." He grabbed one of her breasts "Who are mother and son." "And you'll still talk to me when this is all over! You know you'll still respect me and that?" She said looking concerned. "Of course." He gave her a small kiss on the lips. "I love you Mom." She relaxed completely allowing the full 8 inches of himself to go inside her. "Ohhh." She let out a whimper upon receiving her sons cock He was still for a moment resting on the back of his mothers legs as his penis sat within her for the first time since his birth she smiled at him he smiled back and then he began to thrust. "Say what you said before... Say it again!" she said as she shut her eyes "Of course?" "No the other thing." she said as she shook up and down due to Liam's thrusts. "I love you Mom!" "Ahhhhh... Yeah that's it say it again. Say it again Liam ..." She grabbed he breasts as her head moved back to look at the wall. "I love you Mom!!!" He said loader "Who do you love?... ahh.. ahhhhhhhhh.." "You!" "ah.. ah... Me what?!" "Mom!"¬¬ "Yes.... oooo.... and Mommy loves you darling!" she said moving her legs to wrap around him. "She love your nose, ... ah yes.......your little piggy toes....ahhh... but you know what she really loves." She looked him in the eyes. "What?!" "Your big fat cock!" She tightened her legs. "Yeah." He said with the biggest grin. "Yeah she does doesn't she." "Yes yes she does she love you big fat cock that's thrusting inside mommy." "So you like that." He pushed harder inside her. "Yes I like that!" She said. "Well maybe you weren't such a bad date after all." "No and you're defiantly the sexiest creature I've taken for dinner." "Ahhhhhhh................" A wave of pleasure washed over her as she tightened her muscles round her penis. "Oh yes..." Liam screamed. "Ah you like that mommy?" He grabbed he shoulder and held her towards him. "You like FUCKING your son Mommy." "OI don't swear!!!" "Ahhhh are you serious!" he said while his cock push in and out of her. "Yes! I taught you better than that.... ooo that's the spot" He kissed her neck and ran his hands over her leg pushing it onto him. "Ahhh..... That's it FUCK ME.... FUCK ME IN MY CUNT!" "What ever happened to don't swear!" He said looking her in the eyes as her breasts jiggled under him. "I'm your mother Liam, do as I say not as I do!" "And what do you say mom?" She looked him in the eyes "Fuck me faster." He increased his tempo she felt it as she squinted and started to pant. "So... Like that right!" "AHHHHHH!!!! Yes! Yes! I do!! Now grab mommy's leg" "So" Liam said grabbing one of her legs and moving it upwards to get a better angle. "Do I get a second date." She wasn't listening at this moment in time she was in bliss. She had her hands on both of her breasts and was both the sound of her sons penis moving itself inside her and the bedsprings as she was being moved on them was sending her over the edge. "OH MY GOD!!! OH... OH.... YES .... AH... FUCK ME HARD .... FUCK ME HARDER MY LITTLE BABY!!! FUCK ME.... JUST FUCK ME!!!" She screamed as she orgasmed, her muscles tightened around his manhood. She pulled him towards her. "So you think you're a bad mother now?" he said before sucking one of her breasts. "No!! Ah ah.... This is good right" she said moving her waist in rhythm to her strokes her legs getting wider and narrower with every thrust. "Ahhhh...... you're a... good boy Liam" she said looking at him in the eyes "You're a good boy give mommy what she needs!" She was stroking his back caressing him with her a hands. He kissed her every bit of them was now in ecstasy as their tongues danced and he thrust himself inside of her, until Liam could feel an pleasurable ache in his testacies. "Mom!" he said after breaking there kiss "Mom! I'm about to cum Mom!" Liam shouted sounding more and more concerned. "Go on then honey!" His mom said sounding preoccupied as she started to kiss his collar bone, sometimes running her tongue along it to taste her sons naked flesh. Liam tried to hold it back. "So do you want me to pull out." At that suggestion she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist so he could exit himself from her. "No! It's ok honey just fill me up fill me up with your cum. Come on cum inside mommy fill her up with your fucking spunk!" She then moved her hand downward over his torso and until she wrapped her hands around his balls slowly messaging them and squeezing them, massaging them. "Ahh... Ahhh...... Mom!!! I'm... Im................." Wave after wave of semen squirted out of him and started to swim through her womb as it had at the moment of its owners conception . Liam while cumming unconsciously squeezed his mother against him making sure she received every drop of his semen. "Ahh... Ahh...." He collapsed the other side of her. "ohhh.... ooooooooooohhh...........Thank you honey I really need that." She said as she wrapped over her vagina where her sons cock was seconds before. "Yeah..." He was woozy in his post coital haze and out of breath. His mother wrapped herself up in her arms. As he hugged her he stared to regain consciousness. " So again do I get another date do you think?" He spoke into her ear. "Defiantly!". She said "And hay if you're good I might just tuck you in." "You mean I'll get tucked into you!" "We'll see." She smiled as she caressed his now soft member. Internet Dating Can Be Fun My stomach clenched as your plane landed on the runway, it landed with such precision and grace I thought to myself as I took another big gulp of coffee, but even this couldn't settle my nerves. My heart began to race and my whole body was clammy with sweat. I did not know why I felt like this, we have been chat room lovers for months now, but I suppose its because of meeting you for the first time and the excitement that tonight will bring. My nipples started to harden with the thought of touching your skin for the first time. But I must suppress this feeling, as you will be here soon. I watched as your plane taxied to the gate and the passengers got off. I watched till every last traveller was off the plane, but I could not see you. My heart clenched with the thought that you had changed your mind about coming and that I would never get to see you up close. A tear fell from my eye and I began to pick up the pieces of my shattered soul when I felt it, your warm lips upon my neck and your arms wrapped around me. I was in heaven once more. I quickly swung around to look at you for the first time and to say hello but your beauty took the words from me. I have seen pictures of you but nothing could equal the magnificence standing before me. You smiled with your beautifully sensuous lips and mine followed. You did not speak you just took a hold of my hand and led me to a near by seat. I swallowed hard to try and get my mouth to work but before I could talk you bent down and laid your amazingly soft lips upon mine. My body shivered with this seemingly innocent pleasure and my heart began to race once more. The kiss ended and your lips curved into a smile. With our fingers still entangled you spoke for the first time, but I was too enchanted with your beauty and the pleasure you had just bestowed upon me to hear the words. You motioned to look behind me and as I turned I saw a group of onlookers, obviously stunned by the show you and I have just given them. You grabbed your bags, hauled me up and headed to the exit. With all the excitement I managed to find my car and put your bags in the trunk, and then we both climbed in to the front seats. I went to turn the key but the sensation of your fingers running down my face and neck deluded me for a second. I turned to glance at you but I knew there was no need to speak, as I knew by the look on your face what you were thinking because I was thinking it too. I gave you a short cheeky smile and proceeded to start the car. I had booked a hotel room for the night and we quickly drove straight for it. I want to be in your arms so much, I contemplated running a few red lights, just to get us there a bit faster. Though before I knew it we had booked in and were opening the door to our suite. It was just how I had imagined it. I had arranged with the hotel staff to have champagne and strawberries on arrival but to my surprise you had organized to have the bed scattered with red and white rose petals. It looks as if it was pulled out of a magazine and brought to life just for us. You didn't even acknowledge the champagne or the sheer beauty of the room; you just dropped your bags at the door, grabbed my hand, pulled me inside and flung me onto the sweet smelling bed. You climbed on the bed next to me, wrapped me in your arms and nuzzled your face into my neck. Our arms entangled around each others bodies as our lips intertwined, our tongues danced around each others mouths until I did not know who's where who's. My nipples hardened as you accidentally brushed them with your hand on the way down to unbutton my shirt. You tediously undo one button at a time, savouring the moment, but your eyes will not stray from mine. For an instant I am lost in your eyes, until I feel your hand reach under my shirt and caress my nipples, which stood at attention awaiting your touch. I now felt the effect you where having on me as the moistness builds in my panties. My pussy is now burning and throbbing for your touch. You lay me down softly and relived me of my jeans, which is the prison that has been holding my lustful pussy captive. You lay next to me, propping your head up with one arm as you reach for my womanhood. I gasp with the soft caress you bestow upon me. You gently rub your fingers up and down the lips of my pussy, to moisten me further. With one quick movement your fingers are inside of me, I buck with pleasure, and you withdraw your fingers. Again with one swift motion you enter me and withdraw but this time you don't leave my body completely and I buck with pleasure once more. You continue the assault on my senses slowly and methodically until I start to push myself against you, wanting and needing more, then you start to accelerate your movements causing my whole body to shake uncontrollably. My breathing becomes more rapid now as you take control of me. I moan loudly with the immense delight your touch is giving me. You withdraw your fingers and I open my eyes to see you repositioning yourself between my legs. A cheeky smile creeps across my face because I know what you now have in store for me, and I welcome it whole-heartedly. You have set not only my heart but also my senses on fire and I tingle from head to toe. Your sweet lips kiss my thighs, it sends shivers down my spine and I squirm from the sensation. You look up with a mischievous grin because you know that you are teasing me. I pull you up so you are lying on top of me so I can kiss your sweet lips and I also smack you on your naughty arse, you wiggle in defiance as my hand collides with your tight, supple arse, but in some mischievous way I know you like it. You have left a sweet taste in my mouth as you descend one more to my throbbing pussy, but now you take no time to tease, you push your tongue into the opening of me and drag it up to my highly sensitive clit, you open your mouth wide and suck in all the juices that you have made me create and then you bite down hard on my clit and make me scream. I love the sensation of pleasure and pain, but of course you know that, after all, just think of the erotic situations we have been in over the Internet. You cover my clit with your mouth and start to suck; the pleasure shoots shock waves though my body. I would like to thank who ever it was that taught you how to give such pleasure, I think to myself as you continue the battering of my sanity. I was floating on air until you entered me forcefully once more and shot me straight to heaven, my body bucks and shakes and my breathing becomes rapid and shallow. I squeeze my eyes shut while the quickly mounting pleasure takes hold, all I can see is a kaleidoscope of colours dancing in my head and as if I was being shot out of a cannon, I cum. I flood you with my juices, which you lap up contently while my body slumps with exhaustion. I wake in the early hours of the morning to find you curled up like a baby on the other side of the bed. You look so peaceful that it makes me think twice about wrapping you in my arms as it may wake you but I can't resist touching your soft velvet skin, so I move in to you and put my arm over your waist as you move closer to me. You grab my hand and wrap it in your arms as if you where hugging a teddy bear and look up into my eyes. I can't believe that you can make my heart melt with one look. I nestle my face into your neck and inhale you're sent, you smell like a musky rosebud just touched by the morning's dew, so fresh and innocent. The sent of you runs though my veins like morphine and puts me on an everlasting high. I kiss and nibble at your neck and you start to giggle from the sensation. I lift my head to see your big brown eyes sparkle at me as I descend again to kiss you bare shoulder. I kiss, nibble and lick my way from your shoulder to your ear slowly as I turn you onto your stomach and climb on top of you. I lightly run my fingers all the way down your spine from your head to your round supple arse and you once again giggle and squirm from my touch. I now pick up a rose petal and do it once more trying to savour the feeling of you in-between my thighs and the warmth of your body that is now running though me. I now slowly turn you over onto your back and letting my hands run over your body from your hips to your face. I bend down and kiss your rose coloured lips; they feel like silk under mine, so soft and sumptuous. I reach for hands and pull them forcefully above your head and hold them there while I reach for my chiffon scarf. I tie the scarf first around one hand firmly and just as I'm about to tie the other you break free and wrap your arms around me tightly, pulling me towards you and I fall helplessly on top of you, my mouth opens to gladly except your tongue and you lick my lips, my mind escapes me for a second as the sensation runs though me. I grab your hands once more and tie them above your head. You start to shiver slightly as I flick my tongue over your nipple. I can feel the goose bumps forming on your skin and your nipples start to contract and become hard. I now run my tongue down your stomach to the small tuft of hair just above your welcoming pussy and I bite at it firmly. I love the way your face screws up when I give you pleasure and it makes me want you more. I slide first my hand down to your thigh and squeeze it gently, massaging your muscles with my fingers and you let a moan escape those smooth silky lips. God you make me melt. I now inch ever so slowly towards your sweet smelling pussy rubbing and caressing as I take in all the sights and sounds you bestow upon me. You squirm under my touch wanting more, and that my sweet girl is what I plan to give. I enter you softly and slowly with one finger, your juices moisten my touch, they smell so good I can hardly control myself I want to taste you so much. How can you make me feel so alive? Now fed up with teasing not only you but myself I nibble at your pussy with force, lapping at your juices and sucking on the outer lips. I quickly dart my tongue in and out of you, but my tongue does not reach the places of you I wish to feel. Your body starts to uncontrollably quiver and shake beneath me and you speak for the first time in hours " mmmm please make me cum now baby" is all that you are able to let escape your mouth before another wave of pleasure takes hold. I take that as my cue and I firmly insert two fingers into you bending them upward, gently manipulating your G spot and bend once more to your clit alternating between gentle bites, kissing and sucking. Your juice comes to me more rapid now so I pick up the pace with my assault. You quiver and moan, I love it. I can tell you are on the brink of Cumming so I gently slide my fingers out of your pussy and quickly insert one finger into your arse and fuck you hard and fast, you moan and shake so I fuck you harder and faster wanting to give you the orgasm you have been silently begging me for, Your pussy and arse muscles contract around my finger and you let out one last scream. I lick my lips tasting you for the last time, move toward you and wrap you in my arms, you gently kiss my lips just long enough for me to taste you and you softly whisper in my ear "I love you".