3 comments/ 31345 views/ 2 favorites Meeting You By: Vickster I knew you were the one the minute I set eyes on you. It was at my nephew's 21st birthday party and you were with my cousin Paula. I could see by the way she clung to you, that she was hoping to get you into her bed by the nights end. But there was something in the way you smiled at her that suggested her dreams would not be coming true. I watched you from across the room, taking in the beauty of you. You stood about 6' 2" and had the body of an athlete. Your shoulders begged for me to come and rest my head on them. Your brown wavy hair swirled to your shoulders and your deep blue eyes awakened a heat in me that I had not felt for sometime. I could feel my own cock stir with the desire I had for you. I knew from the amount of beer I had seen my cousin consume, that she would need to visit the lavatories soon. As soon as she turned away, I made my move for you. Up close, you were even more invigorating than I could have imagined. I introduced myself as Robbie and you told me your name was Chris. Your eyes twinkled as you spoke to me and your smile lured me in closer. We spoke about non-important essentials, and then I asked you about you relationship with Paula. You explained that you were friends and nothing more even though you knew she wanted to push things further. You blushed as you informed that she was not exactly your type. When I asked what kind was your type, you leaned and whispered into my ear, "those of male persuasion." My heart skipped a beat and I breathed in deeply as you took my earlobe into my mouth and gently suckled on it. I could feel myself begin to sway and you reached out to steady me. You pulled back, but kept a hand on my shoulder and locked me into a powerful gaze. With no words spoken, it was confirmed that I would leave with you. Paula soon returned and you told her that you thought I was ill and would take me home. Although obviously disappointed, Paula agreed and sauntered off to join the party. With your arm around my shoulder, you guided me to front door and out onto the porch. It was a warm night and the sky sparkled from the flood of stars overhead. You turned me towards you and pulled me into a bone-melting kiss. I could hear fireworks explode as I leaned into your frame and returned the kiss with a passion of my own. Our tongues battled, tasting each other until we knew everything there was to know about each other mouths. Pulling apart, we descended the stairs and got into your car. I quivered with anticipation, not knowing if I would last the ride to your home. You reached over and gave my knee a reassuring squeeze. Your home was about 20 minutes away. We pulled into the drive and were both out of the car before the engine stopped running. Just inside the door of your home, you pushed me back against the wall and begin kissing me again. I fumbled with the buttons on your shirt, breaking a few in my haste to remove it. Underneath, your bronze shoulders glistened with moisture. I leaned forward and ran my tongue around your left pert nipple, taking the right between my fingers and squeezing it. You tasted like oranges and soap. I licked harder wanting to savor the flavor for all time. You pulled away and put you hand under my chin. I fought against you, wanting to devour you where we stood. You took my hand and led me into your bedroom. The room was huge with a king size bed in the center. You laid me down on the bed and proceeded to remove my shirt. Your hands stroked my chest, bringing me nipples to erect peaks. I groaned and reached for you, but you batted my hands away. You slowly worked your way down my chest to waist of pants, stopping to circle my navel before sliding your hand into my pants and stroking me. By now, I was rock hard and feel of your hand on my burning skin caused me to jerk. My groans became whispers, begging you to bring me to release. I tried to touch you, to feel your hardness in my own hands, but you stayed out of reach. Finally, you disposed of my pants and briefs. You stepped away and admired my form splayed across your bed. My cock twitched, and you smiled before returning to me. You took me into both your hands and stroked the flames even higher. I closed my eyes, my breathing becoming erratic, when all of a sudden I felt like I was being electrocuted. I opened my eyes and saw that you had taken me into your mouth. Your lips closed around me and you took me all the way into the back of your throat. I was in ecstasy. I could feel your hand stroking my balls, rolling them around and around in your palm. Your other hand massaged my ass cheeks, working your fingers through the crack and fondling my puckered rim. I told you that I couldn't last much longer. My hips were bucking to meet the downward strokes of your fantastic mouth. Once again you moved away, but this time you reached for the belt on your jeans. I watched as you unfastened the belt, before undoing each and everyone button of your button-fly jeans. You grabbed your pants by the waist and slowly pushed them downward, but you ran into a little trouble due to the swell in your crotch area. With a bit more force, you were able to get your pants down and stepped out of them. You stood there naked, except for the blue briefs you wore. Your arousal was clearly evident, as the head protruded from the waistband. You turned your back to me wiggling your ass, removed your briefs. Your perfectly bronzed butt showed no signs of tan lines. Turning back to face me, I took in a deep breath at the size of monster of you sported. Its big purple head held me in a magnetic trance. You moved toward the edge of the bed, your member bouncing with every step you took, threatening to detach itself from you and take me to new heights. Once you were in reach, I took you into me hands, in absolute awe at how my fingers barely circled you completely. I couldn't wait much longer, so I began tracing my tongue up and down the length of you. I wanted to feel you deep in my throat, so I took you into my mouth as far as I could. I could feel your strength ebbing through the veins the pulsated along the length of your masterful specimen. I needed to feel you deep inside my body. I wanted more than anything, for you to take me completely. You must have sensed what I wanted, for you pushed me back onto the bed and climbed up with me. You lay along side me and gathered me into another kiss. As hot as the previous kisses were, this one surpassed the two, and it took all my might not to cum from just the feel of your lips on mine alone. You moved so that you were situated between my legs, with everyone touch my body quivered and I whimpered for you to take me. You reached for the nightstand and grabbed a tube of lubricant. You placed a generous amount on my anus and greased your tool as well. I held my breath as you lined yourself up for entrance. I could feel you enter me. My body began to feel full as inch after inch of you made its way towards the welcoming party. Finally, you were in to the hilt. You sat still for moment, allowing me to become accustomed to you. After several moments, you pushed my knees back towards my chest and began to thrust quickly into me. I grabbed hold of my cock and stroked it in time to your thrust. I was in complete bliss. It did not take long before I could feel myself build up and knew that I would boil over any minute. I groaned to you take I was going to cum, and you thrust harder and harder, until I could feel you begin to shake uncontrollably. I called out your name and shot the biggest wads of cum in my life. My orgasm was so intense, that for a brief moment I thought I was going to die. I felt so complete, that I didn't mind if I did. The weight of your body brought me out of my revelry. I held you in my arms until your breathing returned to normal. We kissed and fell asleep. That was our first meeting over 25 years ago. Today I feel just as strongly for you as I did then. Happy Anniversary dear, and here's to 25 more years together. Meeting You Dear Reader: I've taken the liberty of writing this story in an unusual manner by writing each line as a statement and not following the usual structured paragraph style. I hope you'll see the story for what it is and hope that its style doesn't offend you. If you like it, thank you very much. If it bothers you, please accept my humblest apology and feel free to pursue another story. In any case -- I appreciate any vote from the lowest to the highest -- it will help me mature as a writer. We've talked on the Web and on the phone and late into the night. We've made long-distance love from thousands of miles away. We've yearned and watched through video. And now . . . I had two weeks off from work plus a weekend and the season was early Fall. I wanted it special. I wanted it different. I wanted it fun. I knew it would be beautiful. I used the Web and found an RV park, rented a large RV for the week with an option for two weeks, and flew out that Friday night. I bought a white satin bed set, sheets and pillow coverings, and three king-sized pillows when I arrived. I picked up the RV, stocked the refrigerator with specials for a week, topped off the gas and water tanks, and again cleaned the interior. I drove to the RV park, made the hook ups, and started dreaming -- again. I put away my stuff in the closet and dresser, shined my shoes, took a shower and donned fresh clothes. You couldn't get the full time off, but we had most of three weekends, and you did manage scheduling two weeks of half day work while I was there. You too packed, arranged for the mail and newspaper, made some 'special' purchases, showered and dressed in a sleeveless sundress. You packed your car with most of what you'd need; other things could be purchased as they came up. I'd taken a cab, and didn't want your neighbors suspicious so I was let out two streets away. You met me at the door in all your beauty, we kissed, and that evening you drove us to the park. I helped you unload the car, and already knew how difficult it would be for me to help you repack it later. We put your things away and I marveled at the delicacy of your garments. I could smell the tantalizing scent you wore, and see your soft curves in every movement. I caught a glimpse of the softness of your neck, and the soft bulge below your arms when you raised them. I watched the curve of your hips and the soft movement of your cheeks as you walked. I studied the way the dress hugged your breasts, your hips, your body. I saw your long legs and ankles as you stepped up to reach a higher closet. Finally, you locked the car and we reopened the RV's door, maybe, for the last time until Monday morning. You asked what we should do now, but I was already there and I took you in my arms. This time we really kissed, while my body ached. and I wrapped you in my arms. I said hello to you my cyber gal, and this cyber guy was overwhelmed in your presence. My hands moved to cup your shapely bottom and pull you closer to me. Your arms went around my neck and your breasts pushed firmly against my chest. You strained your hips against my own and it was all worth it to end our endless wait. My hands were frantic to touch you, to hold you, to find your hidden treasures. Your hands responded too, as our lips and tongues centered our needs and urged us on. I wanted to slowly undress you, but you wanted to trade item for item, yours for mine. A shoe each, a sock for me and a slip for you, pants for dress, shirts for bra, brief for panty. I stared and marveled because your body was more than I'd dreamed, expected, and hoped for. Without more touching, I devoured your body with my eyes and memorized each feature. I was embarrassed about my own body, but you soon put me at ease and we approached again. Your body was electric to me and shocked me into action. We'd forgotten to prepare the bed and we hurriedly put the table away and lowered the bed and mattress. I grabbed the bed set from a drawer and the pillows from the floor at the back and we prepared the bed. Working together, naked, was a new and erotic experience for me that I'd never dreamed before. We met in the middle of the bed and a serious, full sensuous exploration began. I roamed your body with insatiable hands and unfillable appetite while desperately trying to calm the raging in my loins. I wanted to satisfy you in every way, before I let myself lose control while uncertain that I could wait. I loved your neck and the small spot on your back that made you quiver when I kissed or ran my tongue over it. I worked my tongue around and down to your breasts and felt you shiver as I touched a nipple and my hand surrounded it. My other hand began a slow massage of your other breast as I sampled your sweetness and felt you reach down for me the first time. I felt you explore me and squeeze me and knew you could feel the surge of excitement that traveled into it. I nibbled and sucked and gave a small delicate bite before moving to your other breast and then I felt you raise your back and strain to feed it to me. I felt you cup and then stroke me as I moved away from and further down your body. As your hands left me, I heard a moan with a hint of despair that was replaced with a soft sigh as my face moved further. Your tummy was great fun for me as I teased and tickled it and then felt your hands go to my head forcing me to continue my journey. Finally my year long journey was approaching a milestone as I felt the rise at the entrance to your womanhood. Your legs and thighs spread wide as I laid you down and crawled over one leg to center myself for your extended pleasure. I was on all fours, seated on my own legs with an erection that burned with passion and drove hard into the mattress as I started to feast. Suddenly, as I touched you with my tongue, your feet slid back and your knees came up and again your back flexed up and toward my mouth. I tasted that first exquisite wetness and the sweetness that it provided as I moved my tongue urgently along you. Your knees seemed to lay flat on the sheet at each side as you widened your hips even further and I felt the taughtness increase in your cheeks. My arms came up, over, and around you to grasp those cheeks, restraining them while pulling you forcibly to me. I took your lips to mine and locked them in a kiss as I sucked lightly and then forced my tongue deeper. I explored and stroked and eventually released the kiss to allow my tongue to travel more freely. I found the back and traveled between it and the front of those soft, delicate, sweet lips with my tongue. I paused when I raised the cover on your clit and teased it with my tongue as your legs wrapped themselves around my neck. I felt the start of a mild climax and then placed the flat of my tongue against your clit and circled it and applied a light suction to it with my lips. Your hips tried to raise and drop and quickly rise again as they spasmed and I restrained them. Your first climax was exquisite and I could taste the sudden release of a small torrent into my mouth. I continued and stroked and then raised my fingers to seek your depths and explore them fully. My exploration was rewarded when I happened across that special spot that offered a second form of climax. My tongue remained busy as I began to stroke, push, and fondle that special spot and I could feel a new excitement in your body. I heard you cry out softly and felt one hand grab and pull the bottom sheet and when I looked up I could see your teeth against the knuckles of your other hand. I hadn't stopped when I looked up, and drove my tongue and lips more firmly as I increased your pleasure and then slowly inserted one finger after another. My fingers spread and rotated and rubbed that special spot as they stroked in and out synchronized with movements of my tongue. My hardness was extreme and its two companions ached with unfilled passion and desire. Suddenly I was rewarded as I felt your entire body convulse and a louder scream tear from your lips. Your body flexed and relaxed and flexed again while straining to move and your womanhood seemed alive with contractions. I was instantly rewarded and nearly drowned in the flood you released as I hurried to keep up with it. I didn't stop as your body convulsed and your breathing increased and the pressure from your hands wanted to tear the sheet. Eventually you began to relax and I heard your soft voice saying please and please again and then felt your hands in my hair pulling me up. Reluctantly, and only temporarily I released my restraint of your hips and allowed you to pull me up. The intensity of your ravenous kiss took me by surprise as you pressed yourself to me and reached for my sustained erection. Your taste was sweet and you licked my lips and tasted of that sweetness. You squeezed so hard and with such ferocity that I almost asked you not to, but your hand relaxed and then began a slow steady stroke while we kissed. I felt you pause at the head and begin to trace it around and around before circling it with your finger and thumb. I felt your fingers rub across the head several times and then slowly reach under and lightly tickle that special spot of my own. Your other hand joined the first and began a slowly increasing and rhythmic stroke while I strained, too. Urgently you broke our kiss and pushed us apart and dove onto my erection while your hands both gathered at its base. I felt the softness and dampness of your kiss and your tongue before you took my head between your lips. You used your tongue and stroked my head and then my special spot while sucking gently. You moved your lips around it as if you were tasting a new sweet flavored ice cream and loving the way it filled your mouth. Your hands began to stroke and then your head began to bob as my erection firmed even more and threatened to explode. You took me in, deeper than I thought possible and increased the tempo of your movements. For an instant I was lost in the moment, but then I felt something begin in the muscles used with an erection and felt the delirious traveling of that sensation. I felt my hips convulse, my cheeks tighten savagely, and my back drive me forward seeking more depth as I exploded releasing my own juices in primal bursts and screams from deep within me. The suddenness of my orgasm and the intensity at its peak was new to me and more than just exciting. After my erection diminished and your insistence at cleaning me, I pulled you up and we kissed. Our mingled juices were only sweet indications of what was yet to come. We kissed again and you nestled snugly in the crook of my arm and we drifted off to sleep. I awoke to a gentle pressure and stroking that had already aroused a part of me while still asleep. Your body was warm against me and the scent of your hair was intoxicating while your kiss explored my neck. I kissed your hair and your face turned up and smiled like the dawn of the special evening it already was. You strained and we kissed and I forced one arm under and the other arm over to enclose you in an embrace. I held you and exhaled softly as I rejoiced that finally we were together and hoped that you felt as I did. The continued stroking brought me from reverie and I started to plan how to best expand your pleasure in our meeting. I have no fetishes that I'm aware of, but I had heard of one and while at the grocery had prepared for something that sounded spicy and interesting. I excused myself, relieved myself and cleaned myself before going to the kitchen and the door to the refrigerator. I had purchased large gum drops, a box of malted milk balls, a fresh cantaloupe, and small chocolate covered Donettes. I had continued with frozen strawberries, frozen melon balls, a container of bee's honeycomb, and an assortment of ice cream bonbons. I had prepared for more than a week of food fetish but was concerned about your involvement. I selected the variously flavored bonbons and placed them in a dish to warm slightly as I returned to our bed. You commented on my derriere as I walked and my body as I worked, and marveled that I was still as hard as you'd made me. You'd asked what I was doing and if you could help, but I was doing fine and wondering if you'd enjoy it. As I moved to set the dish on the bed behind you, you picked out one, bit it into two pieces, and placed them in your mouth then wrapped your arms around me. You kissed me, passed a piece to me through your lips and it was the sweetest strawberry ice cream that I'd ever tasted. I thrilled as I ran the tips of my fingers along your sides from shoulder to knee and then returned on the inside of your thighs. You were lying on your back and I lowered the coolness of my lips to your breast and gently took the nipple in. My tongue was warmed by you and the cream still in my mouth was as the sweet taste of suckling to a baby. I blindly groped for another bonbon and when I found it, raised it and circled your other teat. I felt you shudder and tremble from the sudden chill. I pulled my head back, brought my hand over and continued circling in the dampness that I'd left. This time I bit the piece in two and used one piece on each nipple, stroking and circling as they began to melt. I placed one piece at your lips and one at my own, and we each sampled the vanilla as the second course of our evening meal. We kissed again and our tongues mixed the cream as we rekindled our passion from its embers. As we paused for breath, I selected two more pieces and descended to that center of your passion and slowly inserted them in sequence. You quivered and I knew the chill would pass and hoped it was not painful but would be the start of a new climax. You didn't complain, perhaps the chocolate was the barest of insulators for the cold, but soon the chill would enter you. I used my fingers and slowly closed your lips and held them for a moment before again lowering my face. I marveled at their simple beauty and promise as I released them and reclosed them with my lips. I felt the chill of your flesh as I kissed and then laved you to begin a slow warming from the outside. Slowly, I entered and probed you with my tongue and worked to extract the first delicious piece. I found it and wrapped it safely with my tongue and began the extraction as my fingers worked from behind to remind you of my passion. I placed it between my lips and again raised it to your mouth and this time we shared a cherry bonbon. Again, the exquisite taste of you served to thrill me and heighten my burning need and arousal. Again, I paused at a nipple and tasted the sweetness of the cream and our passion. Again I descended and stroked you with my tongue and encircled and sucked your erect and swollen clit. Again I entered, explored and found that second treasure and it tasted even sweeter than before. Again I delivered and presented the treasure to you and again you split the prize. This time it was chocolate flavored, enhanced by the sweetness of your juice but the chocolate was a poor second in my taste preference. We finished the bonbons and it was a first in thrill and experience that I'll always cherish. This time you left the bed and returned with wet warm cloths and a towel and washed me. As you started to cleanse yourself, I took the warm cloths and to my pleasure I cleaned and explored and patted you dry. I massaged the weariness of the past weeks shown in the tautness of muscle in your neck, shoulders and thighs. As I worked I could feel that tenseness ease and relax and feel the flesh and tone of what lay beneath. I spent extra time on your buttocks and the sides beneath your ribs and felt their delightful response. When we finished, we talked, and I listened and studied your voice in its own particular beauty. Each of us has a unique voice and an inherited quality that we acquire from our environment. I could tell where you were from by the richness of tone and selection of word and hoped my own voice to you was as rewarding as yours to me. I could listen all day and all night and still be enthralled by merely listening to you describe and explain. You told me some of your childhood and youth, told me some of your family and work, and you told me some of your past loves and desires. I listened, participated and prompted and queried, but mostly I admired and was attracted and enjoyed. We slept again, and this time I awoke first I think, and spent my time admiring the form and beauty of your body. I quietly left the bed and used the bathroom, the shower, a razor, a toothbrush and a comb and returned. I watched you turn and the swell of your breast cushioned on the sheet, and on occasion the relaxed form of your cheeks. I marveled at them both and the full lips that rested in sleep as your knees bent and straightened. I thrilled at your closed eyes, delicate nose and warm mouth as your chest rose and fell with each soft breath. I even enjoyed the gentle snore that occasionally escaped and the rapid movement of eyes under closed lids. I enjoyed the scratch of an occasional itch, and the occasional rub of nipple, breast or center of your womanhood, but mostly I enjoyed you. When finally your eyes fluttered and opened I could see the puzzlement at your surroundings. When you turned your head and saw me, I was delighted at the instant smile and whispered hello. You reached for me and wrapped your arms around me, again, and nuzzled my neck. You didn't want to kiss before brushing your teeth, but I wanted to taste you exactly as you were and are still today. Your kiss was still sweet and still arousing and still warm, and still exotic, and still perfect. I lingered in the kiss until you withdrew and excused yourself to the bathroom while I enjoyed your body as you walked. I heard the toilet and then the shower, and when it ended I waited for your return. I wanted to consummate our love, but you insisted on me dressing in my walking shoes and jeans. To my mild disappointment, I followed you out and locked the door as we found the sun still not up. The sky was lightening in the east and the RV Park was quiet, but nestled in a nice area with easy entrance by foot to the surrounding area. You headed off at a brisk pace, holding my hand and dragging me after you and we began to explore. It was a new adventure and a delightful time of day that was cool, but not cold, damp but comfortable, quiet and unbothered by noise or activity. We walked for awhile, following a small path, and then you paused and we watched the sun begin its ascent into the heavens. We stumbled on and alerted small animals that scampered away seeking safety in covering and distance. A few at a greater distance became alert and watched excitedly as we passed and intended no harm. Finally, we came across a small clearing and you turned and put your arms around my waist and your face against my chest. My arms draped over your shoulders and across your back and my hands sought and pulled you in warmly for an intimate embrace. We held that embrace and then you pulled back and kissed me lightly on the cheek before pulling me away again. You released my hand a few times and explored, but each time you returned and took my hand again. After more than an hour I found that we were re-entering the park from another point and we walked to the RV, unlocked and entered. When safely inside you quickly undressed me and aroused me, and then you wanted me to watch as you undressed for me. I watched and drank in your beauty, and I was still aroused as you watched me and watched my face. I wanted so much to help, but I stayed committed and enjoyed a careful unplanned and unrehearsed striptease. It was your everyday method of undressing, but much slower, and for me a consummate thrill and anticipation. When finally you had dropped the last dainty garment and folded it and placed it on a chair, you came to me. Your soft mound was at my lip height and my arms entwined you and pulled you to me as I felt your warmth and sensed your fragrance. Meeting You You stayed for a moment and then pushed me onto my back, bent over my rigid member and lubricated it with your mouth. The sensation was incredible and I surged beyond reason as my sex took on a life of its own and welcomed you. I felt momentary dismay as you raised your head, but the thrill was back when you climbed half way over me, stopped and straddled me. When you asked if I wanted more and I dumbly affirmed it with a shake my head, you reached down, squeezed and then guided me in. You were already naturally lubricated but you still toyed with me at the opening and massaged your button through its covering. Slowly you forced the lips apart and used my head to circle and stroke that wonderfully erect and aroused part of you. You let me see you climax slightly and paused before you returned me and used me to stroke between those plush lips. Finally, you pushed my head closer and I felt the gentle separation as my head entered and you moved it in a full circle touching every part of you. With the original entry, you sank your hips slightly and I felt the gentle pressure surround me and what seemed like a slight suction pulling me in. You raised your hips as I thrust up and as I reached my limit, you sank back and I entered further. Again you repeated the movement and each time rewarded me with a gentle stroke and deeper plunge. Finally as I bottomed and you sat quietly with your eyes closed and softly biting your lower lip you seized me with muscles from inside. As you squeezed and then relaxed, your hand went to mine and you took my fingers and brought them to your button. I may be slow, but then after I've learned I can take the initiative myself and so I began to fondle you as you again began moving your hips. You gently rotated your hips and I felt you caress me from all sides as you ascended and then descended and I fondled you with my fingers. Again your head was bent back against your neck and I raised my free hand to caress and manipulate your nipples. I heard a soft continuous moan with an occasional gasp and sigh as I seemed to do something just right. Your movements became more urgent more demanding and more thrilling as passion rose and I too joined in the urgency. I heard the slapping of my thighs on your buttocks and felt the bounce of your breasts in my hand and I worked to keep my fingers working within you. With a loud satisfying moan your knees tightened around me and your hips drove hard down onto my thighs and paused as your juices surged and drained. You threw yourself forward onto my chest and then frantically raised your face and searched for my lips. Your tongue thanked me again and again as I continued to stroke you with hand and body while my arms went around your hips, clutched your bottom and pulled you into me hard. I managed to enjoy and still control, and the pleasure was exquisite, but I was still demanding that you achieve satisfaction before yielding entirely to my own animal cravings. I felt you climax again and then your muscles tightened around my member and clenched me tightly as you peaked and then began to slowly relax. You lay on top of me breathing hard and between breaths you kissed my chest and rubbed your cheek against me. I remained hard and still within you and your breast were tightly pressed against me with your bottom firmly seated and saddled on me. You belonged there and I wanted you to stay and to feel you there always and dreamed of the length and distance of future times. Eventually your arms went around me and then you sat up again and rocked gently in your saddle and mentioned my still firm presence. You smiled and giggled at the realization and then told me firmly that it was now my turn and that you would work me until I climaxed. You began again and true to your promise you worked me and after while you paused and brought both legs up along my head and sat down firmly on me. Slowly you raised one leg and crossed over my face and rotated while pinned to my member and you were facing to my side. From this position I could see the profile of your breast, buttocks and face and when you turned to look at me I was treated to a full view of your lips and each breast. In this position, with knees beneath you I had to take the initiative and I raised and lowered you using my stomach and thighs. You commented about the sense of width and difference in general feeling when turned this way. You clenched and released the muscles in your buttocks where I entered, and I felt it as I continued to rock you and tease you. Again you rotated until you were facing my feet and could bring your legs again beneath your thighs and control the rhythm. From this position you whispered that you could feel my head against your special spot and you began working to enjoy it. I too, felt it and my own arousal increase dramatically as I watched you from behind and could occasionally see the outline of your lips around me. I placed my hands on your shoulders and each time you dropped onto me, I pulled you down hard and thrust up. Our skin became moist and our skins wanted to cling together as we separated and then you reseated. The sound was the kind you hear from the saddle contact of an inexperienced rider on a running horse and it was thrilling to me. You began to squirm each time as you seated and I could sense the beginning of a climax as you seemed to wring my manhood. The slight rotation and the tilting from side to side as you rode me became intense and my own mind began to wander as I only wanted more of it. I could feel my own butt, my thighs, my back, my stomach and those special erectile muscles tighten and surge. My heart increased as adrenaline pumped through my system and my breathing intensified and I strained. I could feel all of this and it was building and I could do nothing to control it and had to go with it. My manhood took complete control and screamed in primal fury for a climax and then I felt myself exploding, again and again as I seemed to enjoy endless ejaculation. The feeling was intense, demanding, loving, searing, numbing, and draining as I realized that you too had climaxed. It took time for me to catch my breath, and I saw that you were leaning over my feet with your breasts against my ankles and still breathing hard. My erection slowly relaxed and withdrew from you and I heard you whimper slightly as it escaped you. My heart slowed and I used my arms to sit up behind you and used my hands to raise you and make it easier for you to breathe and then I wrapped my arms around you and held you. It was the second time I'd climaxed with you and yet it seemed the first and my mind knew the first would always be special . Weakly you moved your legs back over me and turned sideways as I placed my arm under your legs lifted you and brought you back to lie beside me. I thanked you and your finger traveled to my lips and caressed them before moving on as you kissed me. Later that day we tried my entire repertoire, and we thought up a few of our own, and each day brought a different entrée' from the refrigerator. The cantaloupe was formed with a melon baller from the utensils found in the RV and because it was slightly green it worked splendidly. The bee's honeycomb was formed into small pieces with careful application of a teaspoon, and when cooled in the refrigerator, the beeswax was chewy and the honey delightfully tasty. The large gum drops and the Donettes were equally good and the weeks supply was extended by alternately inserting one item and then the other so that the entrée' differed from serving to serving. One piece of honeycomb followed by a bonbon and then another honeycomb and bonbon inserted in sequence was a special treat. The frozen melon balls were good, but the extreme coldness caused problems that were alleviated by dipping them first in a glass of room temperature water to warm the outside while keeping the inside frozen. The chocolate coated malt balls and strawberries were a treat by themselves and also when alternated in a single insertion. While you were at work one day I found a large Hershey bar at the local market and used a double-boiler to melt it. I then dipped some of the frozen strawberries in it before placing them back into the refrigerator. Chocolate coated strawberries are a special treat with the distinctive and favored flavor of each. Our time passed far too quickly but we planned our next outing with fervor and a taste of sorrow at our pending parting. Our last night was equally special as we clung and frantically tried to give the other extended pleasure as a rememberance in the empty days ahead before we came together again. We parted at the RV Park and it did hurt to repack your car and then as I kissed you goodbye I felt a tear forming. I cleaned the RV and repacked my things before returning the rental and going to the airport. I had lost ten pounds and my body felt good as I walked, but my heart was saddened and sorrowful. I returned home and continued my rather empty life and was filled only by our conversations on the web, and the phone, and the dreams and memories of that day buoyed by our plans for the future. I miss you honey. Meeting You The drive had taken her two and a half hours. She corrected herself as she looked at the clock on her car radio. Two hours, twenty-seven minutes and some-odd seconds to get here, she thought. She sat, trying to decide if she'd knock on the door or turn around and drive back the way she'd come. Rain sluiced in little rivers down the windshield. She turned the wipers off and let the water rush down the cool glass until the world outside disappeared. Humming along with the radio, she grasped the key in her hand and finally, with a twist of her wrist, turned the car off. The radio played on. It would, she knew, until she opened her door, that final step she'd yet to take. With a sigh she relaxed against the seat. She couldn't explain why butterflies crowded her stomach. They'd been talking for months. Months of laughing and joking on the phone. Months of seductive sighs and soft moans. But now...Now that she was here, now that he was finally here, she wasn't sure what to think. Wasn't entirely sure what he'd think of her. Oh, he'd seen pictures of her; several, as a matter of fact. But somewhere along the way, it had become more than a flirtation. Because now, she thought shakily, now...Her heart was at stake. She ran a hand over her chest. Her heart was galloping madly. Not surprising, she thought wryly, considering that all she'd thought about on the drive was how good it would feel to finally have his hands and his mouth on her. It was hard not to, after everything he'd said to her. Baby, you've never had my hands on you. Or my mouth. I'm going to do things to you no one's ever done before. Can't you imagine how good my tongue's going to feel running from your ass all the way up to your clit? Can't you feel my fingers pinching your nipples while I eat your pussy? Or maybe you can feel my fingers sliding deep so you have something to ride while I lick you until you cum. She moaned softly, remembering. Rub that pussy for me, baby. I want to hear you cum. She'd done what he'd told her. She'd wished that her hands were his, especially when she'd slid two fingers deep in her pussy. She'd climaxed violently around them, moaning his name. All the while, she could hear his voice telling her every little thing that he was going to do to her. And finally, finally...She'd heard him growl as he came. And she'd been just as wet then as she was now. But she wanted to do more than hear him from thousands of miles away. She wanted to feel him moving in her; hear him tell her how good fucking her felt. She wanted to cum on his tongue, then his fingers, and finally, with his cock buried in her. Today she would, she decided. She threw open the car door violently, as if daring fate to intervene. She grabbed her keys and threw them in her purse, making a mad dash for the door. Number twelve, he'd said. She stared at the door, then hesitantly raised a hand and knocked on it firmly. She heard his footsteps from within, and, seconds later, the door opened. Her first thought was that he hadn't lied. He had gorgeous eyes. Bedroom eyes, he'd said. She wasn't sure who had told him that, but they'd hit the nail on the head. And those same eyes were smoldering as he looked her over. She stood still, mesmerized by his gaze. He took one of her hands and dragged her into the room and up against his chest. He hadn't lied about that either. Broad-shouldered and deep-chested, he was the sort of man who made women like her weak at the knees. She wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the embrace. She felt his face burrow in the side of her neck and she laughed, remembering his vow to smell her perfume. She unclasped her hands from behind his neck and took a step back, looking him over as he had her. Her gaze slid from his toes to his eyes, drinking in every little detail. He was everything she'd imagined and more. "It's good to finally meet you," she said, smiling at him. He grinned back at her, his dimples flashing in his cheeks. "You're every bit as beautiful as I told you you were," he said softly, his voice gravelly and low. Sexy, just like the rest of him. He was every bit as smooth as he had been on the phone, too, although there was a sincerity about him that was more uncommon than not. She blushed, something she would have sworn she was incapable of doing. "Thank you," she said, crossing her arms self-consciously beneath her breasts. His gaze flew to the plump mounds showing above the neckline of her dress and she flushed a deeper pink. She made herself relax. It was stupid to be nervous around him, she scolded herself. She'd been talking to him for the last five months, for God's sake. But five months of talking hadn't prepared her for him. Neither had spending two hours getting ready this morning, or wearing her sexiest underwear beneath the dress, because, despite all of those measures, she still felt slightly insecure. She shook herself mentally. She was a pretty girl. No, not a girl, she corrected herself. She was woman. All woman. He'd said he liked curves, which was just as well, because she had plenty of them. She was far from a stick figure. She was a self-proclaimed Amazon: Tall, curvy, and (in her mind) a bit on the chubby side. But she was also extremely attractive. This she knew. And she also knew how to play up her best assets. She had an exotic flair about her that screamed sex appeal, or so she'd been told. Her legs were long and well-shaped, and her chest was...Impressive. Knowing this, she threw her shoulders back and sat on the edge of the bed, setting her purse on the ground as she crossed one leg over the other. He sat down beside her, sliding his arm around her. She leaned against him, placing one hand on his chest. They sat like that for awhile, not saying a word. She breathed him in, recognizing the smell of Old Spice. She grinned, surprised that he'd remembered. She rested her head in the crook of his neck. He stilled, his breath freezing in his chest. She opened her mouth against his skin, sliding her lips upward along his neck and then nibbled on his ear lobe, because she had a memory as functional as his. His breath whooshed from his chest and she found herself flat on her back with him leaning over her. "Careful, baby. You know what that does to me," he warned her. She slid her hands up his chest as his mouth settled on the side of her neck. He sucked on it gently and she gasped, goosebumps rushing over her flesh. She felt her nipples harden and her pussy dampen at the feel of his lips against her skin. "The same thing that that does to me," she said sassily. Her legs moved restlessly against the comforter as his hands moved over her, exploring her body. Her heels fell to the floor as she wrapped her legs around his back. He growled low in his throat and she felt a rush of feminine satisfaction. His erection slid into the vee of her thighs and she arched her hips, her pussy rubbing against him. He slid his hands under her dress, grabbing her ass and pulling her harder against his cock. He worked the dress over her head and threw it to the floor. He pulled back and looked at her, just looked at her, until she reached for him. He grabbed her wrists in one hand and held them above her head as he worked her panties off with the other. She whimpered as his knuckles brushed against her mound. Finally she lay naked under him. He stood and stripped with an economy of motion that was somehow more seductive than a slow striptease. He slid down her body, taking one nipple into his mouth, then the other. He suckled them both until they were cherry red. She groaned in frustration, wanting to feel him deep inside her. "I need you in me," she whispered, looking down at him. His eyes darkened with lust, but he shook his head. "Why?" she asked. "I haven't even started on you yet," he told her roughly. With that, he moved between her thighs, forcing them open with his hands. Seconds later, his head was buried between her legs and he was looking at her intimately. Her fingers slid down to run through his hair. His tongue flickered like fire across her clit and her hips arched of their own accord. "Fuck," she whispered. He groaned into her pussy, sliding his flat tongue from her clit down to her ass over and over again until she was dripping wet. His fingers slid deep into her and she rode them fiercely, clinging to the edge of sanity. Then his tongue slid down to her ass and forced its way in and she fell off the precipice, her hands clenching in his hair as her hips thrust wildly against his fingers. He loomed over her. "Now," she said, "I need you in me now." She slid her hands into his, intertwining their fingers. He brushed a kiss over her lips. She deepened it, drawing his lower lip into her mouth and sucking on it gently. Her tongue slid against his and he growled low in his throat. His mouth slid over her neck again and she moaned softly. She never should have told him about that spot. He was driving her crazy. She leaned up and bit his ear lobe gently. Two could play that game. His hips thrust against her, his cock wedging in the wet slit of her pussy. "Yes....." she gasped as the head slid against her clit. She arched her hips, trying to impale herself on his hardness. "Not yet, baby," he told her hoarsely. She groaned, more sexually frustrated than she'd ever been. He slid down her body once more and her thighs fell open. "You taste so fucking good," he said, burying his head between her legs once again, his tongue flickering over her clit and then driving into her pussy. His fingers teased her pussy, sliding in then out, spreading her wetness down to her ass. His finger, wet with her pussy juice, swirled around the tight pucker before sliding oh-so-slowly in. The forbidden pressure was incredibly arousing. She could feel the fingers in her pussy rubbing against the one buried in her ass. Heat spread throughout her body, her nipples peaking hard. His tongue drove her to the edge again and over, teasing her clit until she felt as if she were splintering into a million pieces. He looked up at her and grinned, running a hand over her trembling thigh. "I think you need a cool-down," he said with a smile. He stood, walked to the ice bucket, and came back with two ice cubes. He took one in each hand and ran them over her. She shivered and giggled as her nipples peaked. He slid the ice cubes over them and then down her stomach, smiling as she squirmed. "Open your legs, sweetheart," he said softly. She did as he asked. She gasped loudly as he slid the ice cubes deep into her core. She could feel them melting inside her hot pussy. The sensation was incredible, just as he'd told her it would be. His head dipped between her thighs as he spread her with his fingers. "Hold yourself open for me," he demanded. She slid her hands down to do as he asked, spreading her labia wide. He growled low in his throat. "You have no idea how fucking hot that is," he muttered. His tongue slid into her, lapping at the water from the melting ice. Her hips ground her pussy against his tongue, trying to drive it further inside her. He gave her pussy one last swipe with his tongue then climbed atop her. His fingers slid between her legs, stroking her gently. "You're so wet, baby. Think you're ready for me?" he asked her teasingly. "Fuck me," she replied. "Now!" With a groan he slid into her, inch by inch, until his balls were resting against her ass. She wrapped her legs around his back, holding him deep in her, her pussy milking his cock. He was huge inside her, bigger than anyone she'd ever been with. She could feel her pussy stretching to accommodate him. She looked down at where their bodies joined. Her pussy was wrapped tightly around his shaft. Moments later he began driving his cock in and out of her wet core and she moaned, feeling him throbbing in her. His cock was wet with her pussy juice. It gleamed as he moved in and out of her tight warmth. She felt her muscles clenching around his hard flesh. "You're going to make me cum," she gasped. He groaned and started fucking her harder and faster. His eyes bore into hers as he slid a hand down to her clit. He started rubbing it with his thumb in a circular motion as he thrust into her. Then suddenly his thumb was buried in her ass, the pressure increasing the already intense pleasure radiating from her lower body. It was more intimate, more erotic than anything she'd ever experienced. "Fuck!" she screamed as she came around his cock; lost in a maelstrom of sensation. He went wild, slamming into her. His hands slid down her body and grabbed her hips as he tried to drive himself further inside her. His balls bounced off of her ass with each thrust. He fucked her harder, until they were moving up the bed. His hands moved to her ass and he pulled her against him roughly. With a low roar he drove himself into her one last time, holding her against him so tightly she could've sworn they were one. She felt his cock throbbing in her, his seed filling her pussy. The sensation sent her over the edge again and she whimpered, arching her back as he filled her with his cum. He collapsed against her as she smoothed her hands over his back, drawing lazy circles. Her legs stayed wrapped around him until he moved off of her. He pulled her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her, cocooning her in his warmth. With a sigh she relaxed, letting him comfort her. She had almost dozed off to sleep when she felt a small kiss on the back of her neck. She felt him smile against her skin when she wriggled in response. "I love you," he said. "I wanted to tell you before, but I knew you wouldn't want me to." "I love you, too," she replied softly, and they stayed there, falling asleep in each other's arms as they listened to the storm raging outside. Meeting You At Last It's been a few days since we've been able to chat, so you come home from school looking forward to some private time with me. You log on and check your messages to find a rather disappointing note from me saying I will not be able to be online for a little while, and I hope that the story attached will be able to keep me in your mind. You read through it, the rest of your messages left untouched for the time being as you relax and let go of the stresses of your day enjoying my story. You finish your business for the night and lay down exhausted from your busy schedule. In the morning hours just before you would have to wake up to start another day, you feel my mouth warm and wet around your already hard cock and partially awake to the thought that you don't really want to be waking up yet, and really would like to continue this dream. Your eyes flutter but don't fully open as you shift your position a little to allow me more room between your legs and stretch out to enjoy the pleasures of my mouth. Slowly as I see you are relaxed and quiet I suck my way gently down your hard cock taking you in little by little enjoying the silky hardness of you in my mouth. Reaching the base I can feel you throbbing in my mouth and I run my tongue back and forth around before I slowly suck my way back up your shaft to the swollen head. I take my time and tease the tip, wrapping my tongue around the underside of the sensitive head, circling back and forth. Taking you back in my mouth again I establish a lazy rhythm up and down your cock, twirling my tongue around from side to side as I take you in and out of my mouth. Soon I notice your eyes open as you awaken fully, looking down on me for the first time. Your gaze is sleepy and so sexy as you just watch me enjoy your hardness in my mouth. I reach up, cupping your balls in my hand, gently massaging them in my palm, rolling them back and forth as I suck harder up to the swollen head of your cock back to the base, my rhythm increasing with the need I see in your eyes. I wet a finger and slide it under you teasing the entrance to your tight little asshole as your hips rise to my mouth with an urgent need. My lips wrap more tightly around your cock and I urge you on with my finger pressed against your hole, to fuck my face. Your fingers twine into my hair as you pull me closer shoving your cock faster and faster into my warm wet mouth. Soon, my first taste of your hot salty cum fills my mouth as I feel your cock throbbing in my mouth. I savor it for a moment before I'm forced to swallow quickly to catch the rest of your load in my mouth. I roll the last of it on my tongue as I swallow it, smiling up at you. I crawl up the bed to your side and pull you into my arms feeling your body still hot from sleep against me, skin to skin at last. Your hands caress my face and hair as you smile taking in my features and body for the first time. My lips are full and puffy from sucking your cock, my dark eyes shining with excitement, my raven hair falling in thick layers around my face. Your gaze drops to my chest rising and falling with my own excitement, my nipples already hard and swollen. Down my rounded belly you look, my hips curving out to my long legs where you see a patch of trimmed black hair already glistening with my wetness. Your hands follow your gaze teasing my nipples as you run your hands over my soft skin. Your mouth follows directly after, nipping and biting at my skin, making my breath come in gasps and quiet moans of encouragement escape my lips. Your reach down, your fingers spreading my pussy lips, drawing wetness from inside to spread over my clit and back down my slit. I gasp as your fingertips tease my clit and then search out my hot wet core. I moan out loud as first one then two fingers ease inside me, twisting and probing, exploring the inside walls of my pussy. Your fingers quickly bring me near orgasm, but instead you back off, and slowly kiss and bite your way down passing my pussy altogether to bite and tickle my thighs as they spread further for you. An eternity later I finally feel your tongue circling around my clit, down my slit to tease all around my hole and back up, still avoiding my clit. You nibble gently on my pussy lips, pulling them open for your probing tongue. Finally I feel your tongue on my clit and you suck it gently in your mouth before you lick it up and down and back in the circles which tormented me so. Soon my hips are rising and falling with your rhythm and you feel me tremble as I tighten around your finger and my hips rise to meet your mouth one last time pushing against you needing to keep your tongue against my hard swollen clit. Slowly you move up over me, pinning my hands over my head easily with one hand, the other still reaching down to tease my clit. You kiss me, sharing my own juices, so hot on your tongue as you move your fingers from my pussy to guide yourself at last into my hot wet depths. You are moving slower now then I thought possible and I try to move against you to push you in further but you resist. Moving in almost painfully slow, centimeter by centimeter it is forever before I feel you fill me completely. Then just as slowly you pull back out, enjoying the wet silky hot feeling of my pussy enveloping your hard cock. You start a lazy rhythm burying your hard cock deep inside me, pulling all the way back out, forcing me stay still as your swollen cock head nudges its way back inside me. My breath is coming heavy mixed with moans begging you to take me harder and faster. You ignore my pleas for what must be the longest moments of my life before indulging me at last. Suddenly you slam your full length quickly into me fucking me hard and fast. It doesn't seem long before you slow, and I hear your voice for the first time, asking me to get on my knees as you release my hands. I quickly turn over not wanting to be separated a moment longer. You guide your hard cock back into me immediately thrusting as hard and fast as before. Your hands grip my hips pulling me back into you as hard as you can. I tilt my belly lower and raise my hips laying my head in my arms wanting you as deep as you could be with each thrust. You bring me to orgasm after orgasm listening to my moans as I cry out to you in grunts and prayers that you never stop. Finally as the balance between pleasure and pain are equal, I feel you thrust with the urgency of your own cum building inside you. With a final thrust you bury yourself deep inside me, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me back against you shooting your hot cum deep inside my womb in hot gushes. As it reaches my innermost depths I cry out in my own orgasm. My pussy gets almost painfully tight as It contracts around you pulling the last drops of cum from your cock. You untangle your fingers from my hair and relax against my back for a few minutes listening to us both struggle to catch our breath, as you soften inside me. Slowly we move to lie down side by side, I smile at you and say, "good morning hon.", to which you grin and reply "hello love!" We doze off in each others arms to dream of what is to cum when we awake...