4 comments/ 63682 views/ 4 favorites My Meeting By: renee77 The trip wasn't long, it just seemed that way. Actually it was just a couple of hours. The jet engines roared as the pilot put them in reverse and the thrusters quickly slowed the plane down to taxi speed. The entire trip my mind was playing considerable scenarios over and over. My hands were sweaty and my stomach was churning so much I'd passed the in-flight meal. It had been just a few months we'd been emailing and chatting back and forth after meeting on Face Book. The messages at first were fairly plan but exploratory. Each message got a bit more detailed. We'd exchanged pictures, moving from ones that my mom was particularly pleased with to some that were taken totally without her knowledge and permission. The man next to me, the one that had spent nearly the entire trip trying to either engage me in conversation or look down my blouse, tried once more to 'score' himself a teenager for the weekend. It was amusing to see him try to see my boobs even when they were teeny. My 34 A/B breasts were mainly nipples if you want to know the truth. I guess he saw them poking against the white blouse you had told me to wear. I'd also had to keep pulling down the short dress you had insisted I wear to meet you. My squirming, as the thong you had sent me had ridden up, may have given him some hope. Anyhow, I refused to even look at him. As he walked up the aisle ahead of me I saw he was at least an inch shorter than my 5'8". I tossed my head and my brunette hair shook with disdain. I thought about what I'd told my mom about this 3-day trip over a school holiday and hoped she'd never find out the real reason. She thought I was taking a school field trip. Since it was my freshman year at the University and I was doing so well, she allowed as maybe this trip was deserved. My dad had called from San Francisco with well-wishes and to ensure I'd received the extra money. My mom's blonde hair was disheveled from our hugging and her crying. You'd never have guessed she was just 41. I'd never been away from her before except to visit my dad. Oh God, little did she know I was probably going to come home totally changed. I just prayed it wasn't going to show on the outside. The walk down the rampway was both exciting but felt perilous too. The butterflies in my stomach were having a field day. My knees were telling me I might not make it all the way. You were going to meet me in the lobby in the main terminal. Although we'd emailed and chatted almost every day in the past 2 weeks, finally meeting face to face was beginning to be more breathtaking every moment. You'd describe yourself, sent pictures, some so graphic I didn't need an explanation, and I'd done the same. I pictured you in my mind, tall, professional, attractive, sexy, and aggressive. Your sharing on your webcam couldn't do you justice; I just knew you were going to be soooooooooo much more. The trepidation I was feeling was, 'what if you don't like me once we meet?' Well also, I was starting to have second thoughts as to what was going to happen to me and what I was going to do or have to do. Or, have done to me. My second thoughts were almost like I felt the first time I'd gone scuba diving in open water. I know I'd trained and been certified but it was in a 15' swimming pool. As I sat on the rail of the boat, my back to the water, my stomach was going 90 miles per hour. God, what was down there, what would happen, would I do something stupid, would I panic???? Then, as I rolled backwards off the 4' rail, the fear was mixed with anticipation at the same time. It was scary but exciting at the same time. The feeling was addictive. I was feeling that now as I looked excitedly but fearfully around the waiting area for the one I'd promised I'd come to visit for several days. I picked you out immediately; you looked younger and more desirous than I'd envisioned looking at your pictures and the webcam. You were dressed in a pants suit. It fit you like it was made for you. You looked every bit as gorgeous and sexy as I'd seen and imagined but your fabulous body was totally hidden in the pinstriped business outfit. God, it made you you. My knees went totally spastic on me and I sort of stumbled. Now I felt totally immature and silly. I knew you were only 2 years younger than my mom but you looked so appealing to me. My legs held together enough so I made to you. You looked like the domme you said you were and I'd imagined since I'd started calling you Mistress. "My Mistress." You didn't speak; you just took my elbow and lead me towards the exit. I'd only brought a carry-on per your instructions as it only held a black thong, another short dress, a white blouse and my make-up kit - it wasn't much bigger than my purse. I started to speak but you gave me a stern look so I kept quiet. I could feel your strength from your grip on my elbow steering me towards the curb and a car that had very dark windows. I couldn't see inside. You opened the rear door, pushed me inside and got in beside me. I could see you had a man driving. It looked liked the significant other who's picture you'd sent me. He didn't look around but started the car and we swept away. My tongue was totally dry with mounting fear. I hadn't imagined that this would be how we'd act when we met. You suddenly pulled me to you and kissed me on the mouth. It was so quick and sudden, I was momentarily startled but then I just started to melt as I felt your tongue exploring my closed mouth. I slowly and hesitantly opened my mouth and took your tongue in. I could feel you exploring all over my tongue and lips. I started to feel a tingling inside my lower abdomen as I started responding to you. I don't know how long we kissed but it seemed liked ages but very fast too. It was confusing. So far you hadn't said a word. I thought it was going to be different, didn't know what, but different. Your hand slowly moved from my arm to my neck, then slowly down my chest to my breast. You were on my right and your hand suddenly engulfed my left breast. My extremely sensitive nipple reacted immediately and pushed against the silk blouse. You'd ordered me not to wear a bra and I was sooooo grateful it hadn't been cold on the plane as when they are aroused, they stand out almost ¾ of an inch. I shivered as I recalled the noxious man and what he might have done if they had pushed forward as they were now. I felt you unbuttoning my blouse and felt a twinge of embarrassment as you soon were able to see my teeny boobs. But, you seemed to be pleased with the rigid nipples that were straining to grow even longer. Suddenly you left my lips and moved you head to my right nipple. You kissed, licked and suddenly nipped it with your teeth. It hurt a little but then, as you kissed it again, suddenly felt fantastic. And, although it seemed ridiculous, seem to extend even farther. You ministrations were making me feel hot and I could sense myself getting warm and wet in the small patch of the red thong I was wearing. The man in the front had moved the mirror and was watching but it was tilted so I couldn't see his eyes. I felt embarrassed but, at the same time, excited that he was watching. You hadn't said anyone was going to be with you and me and it was discomforting but, sort of exciting too. Oh God, suddenly I wondered if you'd discussed everything we'd talked about during the past 3 months of our relationship. Had you talked about the totally nasty fantasies we'd shared, my admitting to you of having bizarre thoughts when you'd mentioned you had "special" K9 pets. All of a sudden, I had a feeling like I was drowning. I could feel myself going into a situation deeper and deeper...Desperately wanting to but, scared of what might happen to me or what I might have to do. Wanting to, not wanting to... What does he think??? My resolve was melting as I felt your hand on my leg just above my knee. My short shirt had ridden up as we had kissed and I'd scooted down in the seat when you'd started playing with my breasts. You suddenly pinched and pulled one of my nipples so hard I felt pain but again, it subsided so quickly it felt good. Your hand was moving towards my thong and I knew you were going to find me wet and getting wetter. My thong felt like it was drenched. Suddenly I felt your fingers seeking my clitoris through the cloth. I was lost. I wanted you to pull them off and do all the things to me you'd promised you were going to do when we met. You finally spoke and said, "Get that thong off slut". I was taken back some as, although you'd addressed me like that in our emails, it was so close and personal now. It made me want you all the more. I hunched up and pulled my thong off. You took it, smelled it and held it to my face for me to discover my scent. You said, "So slut, smells like you know you're finally with your Mistress". I sighed and responded, "Yes Mistress, I'm here for you to do to as you wish". "As yes my pet," you replied, "and you're going to do EVERYTHING we've talked about and more." I shivered as my imagination went totally wild. I cried out when your fingers, 2 of them, pushed into my virgin pussy. It felt so good but it hurt a bit too. I'd never had more than a finger there, well, other than my tampons. At first I just layed there but you started moving your fingers all around, seeking all of me and at the same time you started pinching and pulling my nips again. God, the feeling between the two was mind-boggling. I could feel myself getting wetter and felt a blush of heat as I knew everyone in the car could hear the squishing sound her fingers were making as they moved faster and faster. I was groaning, gasping and sighing all at the same time. Deep inside me I could feel a pressure building up. It was like when I masturbated but different, totally different. It was building and building...I could hear myself moaning louder and louder. Suddenly I heard myself yell, "Ohhhhhhhhh Goddddddd", and I came. I'm a gusher and have had to change sheets sometime when I've masturbated and I forgot a towel. I've even made a beach towel drenched at times. This was the granddaddy of all my cums. I squirted and squirted. I imagined it even hit the back of the front seat. You just cooed and kept pinching my nips and suddenly plunged 3 fingers deep inside me and another started seeking my bum. I could feel it at my opening. I'd never had anything there before and it felt nasty but, sensuous at the same time. You pushed a finger from your other hand into my cunt; got it wet and then I felt you at my sphincter muscle again. I yelled when you pushed it into me up to your second knuckle. My screams made the man turn around and he saw me, legs spayed wide, her fingers in my cunt and another in my asshole. Funny though, my screams were for you to do it more...deeper...faster... I was in heaven. As I was coming down, you said, "My pet slut, that was just a welcome, you are going to experience EVERYTHING we've talked about or what you've imagined and fantasized about all your life. EVERYTHING." All I could do was whisper, "Yes Mistress, EVERYTHING." To be continued if Miss Rose approves... My Meeting with Emily She and I met by a quiet road. There was a look of joy on her face as she saw me draw near. "Hey Andrew!" she called out. "Hey Emm!" I replied. "It's good to see you," Emily said. "Same here," I said. "How are you feeling? You didn't sound so good last time we talked." "I'm fine," she replied. Her eyes belied her, though. "Jay and I are getting a little better. He's willing to let me back." "That's good to hear!" I cried out. "Mmm." She gave a light response. "Now, I wanted to ask you something," she adds. "What?" I asked. "What did you mean when you said, 'I upset myself more than you do?'" "Oh, nothing really," I responded. "You know, sexual stuff. The thing you mentioned." "No, no, I want details," Emily said with a laugh. "Tell me everything!" "You are asking the guy who has seen every corner of the internet what he thinks about?" I said. "Well, when you put it that way..." "It doesn't matter. No matter what, I can't put anything forward anyways." "Maybe we can think of something. We can't do anything physical or emotional. What were you thinking of?" "I've thought of things as benign as holding hands and as deviant as... well, I have a strong imagination." "Look. I am willing to make our relationship anything that can stay within the boundaries we've built." "I did have one idea, but it might sound kind of silly..." "Ooh," Emily said, "What's that?" "You know how kids will explore sexually when they're really young? One of their games is called 'Show me Yours, and I'll Show you Mine.' It's really simple. They both strip and show each other their different parts. It's not physical, but it is an interesting experiment." "Why do you want to do that?" Emily asked. "I've never seen a female body before," I responded. "It's something I really want to experience." "That's all well and good, but we're out here with everybody driving by. Where do you want to do something like that?" "Here's my plan." We went to the nearest gas station. I parked by the door and opened her door chivalrously. We walked in together, each looking at different things. I found my way over to the unisex bathroom and locked myself in. After a few seconds, Emm went over and knocked subtly. I unlocked the door and let her in. To anyone else, she was going into an empty bathroom. She locked the door behind her and looked to me. "You first," she asked. Her face lit up with a deep red blush. "All right," I responded. "After all, it was my idea." I took off my shirt and pants. With a slow movement, my underwear fell down to my ankles. I shook it off, followed by my socks. I stood there, a little bashful, just letting her look at it. "A.J.? I think that might be the best looking penis I have ever seen. Jay's doesn't look nearly as beautiful." "Thanks," I replied. "Now it's your turn." She slowly took off her shirt and skirt. She stood in front of me in her white lace underwear, shy and demure. "You're sure this is okay?" she asked. "Positive," I responded. "There isn't anything sexual in this. It's just enjoying each other's bodies." She felt on her back for the clasp on her bra. As it unhooked, I watched her breasts begin to free themselves from their position. She took her bra off, and her breasts bounced enticingly in front of me. I could see her panties starting to get wet. She pulled it off too, a bit embarassed at the moisture that had collected. I tried not to stare at her quivering form, but it was nigh impossible. Her labia practically glowed in that dim gas station bathroom. She was blushing from her head to her feet, but it only made her look more beautiful. I stared deep into her eyes and said, "Emm, you look positively stunning right now." "Do you really think so?" she replied. "I promise. You are a radiantly beautiful woman!" "Thank you. It feels... so good to be so free and open to you." "See, it's fine. You have nothing to worry about." "Yeah, I agree." We stood there together, both as naked as Adam and Eve, and just took each other in. "Can I get a better look?" I asked. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Well, I was just thinking, I can't really see anything like this. I wanted to, you know, look deeper." "Oh. Well, okay," Emm responded. She laid down on the bathroom floor and spread her legs apart, revealing her moist body. I knelt down and spread her lips apart. The inside was pink and raw. I touched her little clitoris and watched her squirm in delight. "A.J.!" she said. "Be careful! You're getting me worked up!" "Do you want to touch me too? That would only be fair." "Okay," she responded. "Secretly, I really do." She sat up from her spot and put her hands on my dick. "It's so soft," she said. Her hands clasped it tightly and began to work up and down the body. I began to worm around, uncomfortable with these different hands touching my member. "Hey, listen, Emily," I said. "What if we jacked off?" "What?" she responded. "What do you mean?" "I mean, it's not like we'd be having sex or anything. After having looked at you like this, my body is just waiting to explode. I need to masturbate. If we did it at the same time, with each other nearby, that would be..." "I see what you mean. Sure, I'd like that." She took her hand off of my penis and plunged it deep into her vagina. The other hand she brought up to her tight pink nipples. She began touching herself furiously, working herself up into a frenzy. I began pounding my dick with all of the frenzy of a primal ritual. She began to moan with energy as she neared climax. I felt a different energy rocking my entire body as my cock began to tighten and fill with semen. As one, we both simultaneously came. I felt a powerful explosion as semen shot forth from my dick. I could see that Emm was spilling her juice across the floor.A few bits of my cum had fallen onto her large breasts. We both sighed in relief as the last few waves of orgasm washed over us. After a few seconds, I grabbed a roll of toilet paper and tossed it to her. "Here," I said. Clean up a little." I grabbed the other roll and cleaned myself up. As we put our clothes back on, I mentioned, "Honestly, that was really fun." "Yeah," Emily replied, "I enjoyed that. For a second, it almost felt like sex." "Yeah, it was powerful." "Maybe," said Emily, her voice wavering, "maybe we could do it again some time." "Yeah," I replied, "I'd like that." We followed the plan to leave, with Mary exiting first, pausing, then me following. A woman was waiting by the door, and when she saw Emm's face, she nearly flipped. But Emm only smiled and walked away as the door locked behind her. A little while later, I exited as well. The woman asked me, "What were you two doing in there?" "Nothing," I replied. "Just enjoying each other's company." And as we drove on home, I thought, "The more things change, the more things stay the same." My Meeting with Jackie It was a bit unnerving sitting alone at the bar, sipping a drink and waiting for seven o'clock to approach. I fidgeted with the stirrer, spinning the ice into miniature whirlpools and taking a small sip now and then. I've been drinking rum and cokes since I was I high school. Now that I am considerably older I have switched to diet. But i still like my rum. I joke to friends that I stick with what works. That makes me grin nervously as I stare at the TV screen behind the bar. In town on business I decided I would try to add some spice to what was to be a boring couple of days of talking to clients and prospects at this trade show. A couple of days before the trip, I placed an ad on CL looking for someone to connect with. I really wanted this to be just about sex but I didn't want to come on too strong so in the ad I just said, "start with drinks and see where it goes." As you might imagine I got a bunch of come-ons for all kinds of paid sites. You know the response isn't real when the sender is " Byriani Naan". Who names themselves after Indian food? The day before the trip I finally received a message from someone whose name didn't remind me of food. The content was funny and started with " Let's meet for drinks and sex". It included a picture of a very cute woman about my age. Looking at the picture I could see that she was going to be my kind of woman: medium height, and curvy. I have never been attracted to very slim women. It was hard tell from the photo but I was imagining ( hoping?) her curves included great breasts. When I arrived in town I called her and we agreed to meet at my hotel at 7pm. I had just flown in and once we confirmed the time, I had just enough of a window to quickly shower and run to the store for condoms before getting back to the bar. At 6:45 I ride red the drink and began a ongoing debate with myself, trying not to get my hopes up. After all, I had her picture but all she had from me was a description. I'm no George Clooney so I was really worried that she would not find me attractive. So there I was, watching the TV, ticking off the minutes. The bar was almost deserted but for a young couple at the far end. I sat in the middle with my drink and my stirrer. Waiting. She arrived at 7 precisely; she had reddish hair and blue eyes. She instantly recognized me and I walked over to greet her. I held out my hand, but she opened her arms, hugging me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. My expectations for the evening began to rise. I ordered her a drink and we chatted. Basic bar small talk and glanced occasionally at the TV. We kidded around about life in a very natural way, like we had known each other for years. As we talked I moved closer to her stroking her arm occasionally. Shortly, I placed my hand on her thigh as she and I sat facing each other on the stools. "is this OK?" I asked. "I'll tell you if it's not, "she said, smiling. As she did she reached down and began caressing my hand. I was beginning to get turned on, but I still didn't want to get my hopes up. After a laugh about something we were talking about I leaned in and kissed her softly. She leaned into the kiss ever do slightly, smiling as I pulled away.. "OK?" I said. "mmmm" We ordered one more drink and I continued running my hand up and down her thigh slowly as she caressed my other hand. I leaned in to her left and softly kissed her neck. She closed her eyes seemingly enjoying each kiss. "Ready to head upstairs?" "Give me a few more minutes" She didn't say no. Hey, that's something, right? After a few more minutes of soft kisses and thigh rubs, she motioned to me to head upstairs. I settled the bar tab and we headed to the elevator, hand in hand. We were alone in the elevator and I leaned in to kiss her and for the first time I felt her tongue enter and explore my mouth, our bodies moving together as if pulled by some magnetic force. When the elevator stopped on my floor I wished I was on a higher level so I could enjoy that kiss that much longer. We entered try room, hand in hand. She had on a sweater over a tank top of some kind and jeans. As I looked at her I was taken by her amazing curves. I guessed right about her ample breasts and her curvy hips tapering to lovely thighs. We kissed some more and she excused herself to use the bathroom. I caught my breath and still not believing how well the evening was going. She returned and we resumed kissing. My mouth explored every part of her neck with soft kisses and then returning to her waiting mouth where out tongues explored each other with all of the tension and excitement of a first love. I ran my hands across her tits and turned her to face me. I sat on the end of the bed, her tits exactly at the level of my eyes. She peeled off her sweater as I lifted her tank top, exposing her creamy white tummy. I began softly kissing her alabaster skin as she slowly lifted her too exposing her bra and her large perfectly formed breasts. These were easily DDs. I was in heaven and I pushed my head into her cleavage, kissing her skin softly as my hands reached to the back and unhooked her brassiere. She pushed down the straps exposing her full natural large, yet perky breasts and her large aureoles. I reached under her left breast and cupped it with my right hand, lifting it to my mouth. I kissed her tit softly, then began lightly tracing circles with my tongue around, then onto her nipples, finally teasing and sucking on her hard nipples as she began letting out soft moans. After a few minutes, she stepped back and dropped to her knees reaching forward and unbuttoning my belt and jeans. I stood and let them drop to the floor as she took my hard cock into her hands and the into her mouth. I don't have a huge member. Only about 7", but it's very thick and she backed away and commented about how thick it was and then went back to sucking me. Once she had become used to my cock in her mouth she was able to take me entirely into her mouth. It had been a long time since I had a blow job, let alone one this good. I laid back on the bed while she worked on me. I slid back on the bed so we were both laying across the long side of the bed. By then she had taken off her jeans and panties exposing her amazing curvy hips, her perfectly round buttocks and her neatly shaved womanhood. "Do you like your ass licked?" she asked. "Absolutely. "Open your legs wider." So I did, and she proceeded to tease and probe at me with her tongue. Finding all my sensitive spots she instinctively knew what to hit and where to go to drive me utterly insane. I moaned and writhed on the bed under the touch of her talented tongue. She drove me absolutely crazy and I felt like I was going to explode, but I held off and enjoyed the feelings for a few moments longer. Then I pulled away and she moved up on the bed, where we kissed deeply for some time. Moving up and to my left she rolled onto her back. I kissed her deeply again as my cock brushed against her special place. I kissed her breasts and reached back, grasping her knees and pushing her legs apart and slowly entered her. I could feel her arch her back to take me in deeper and I pushed in to the hilt. I leaned back and with my right hand reached down and began slowly rubbing her clit. "That's overkill," she said and moved my hand up to her breast as I began rhythmic strokes inside her hot, wet pussy. I could feel her tightening as I began to go faster and faster. Finally I released her legs and I could feel her wrap them around me as I continued to pound her. "Damn! Oh, fuck," she shouted as I continued to keep my pace going in and out of her. By this time she had one hand gripping my shoulder as she pounded the bed with her other hand. I could feel her tightening around me. It was sure sign that she was soon to erupt. No sooner had I thought that, and then she moaned as the waves of orgasm shook her body. As the waves started to subside, I sucked on one tit, then the other, making small circles with my tongue and then sucking hard on her hardened nipples. I then ran my tongue down to her neatly shaved womanhood. Using my hands, I gently parted her lips and began licking her from bottom to top in small circles, slowly moving toward her clit. She groaned with pleasure and I felt her hips rise to meet my tongue as I continued to lick and tease her soaking wet sweetness and finally moved to her clit. Her moans increased as I began alternately licking and sucking on her clit. I took my middle finger and with my hand palm up, slowly, gently, almost imperceptibly entered her. Once all the way in, I began slowly rubbing the top of her vagina to stimulate her G-spot. Before long her body was convulsing as she moaned with an even more powerful orgasm. I continued my fingering and licking until I could feel all the waves subside. I then kissed her deeply so she could taste herself on my tongue and pounded away at her until I felt my cock explode inside her. I fell back on the bed, kissing her sweet lips and our tongues continuing to explore each other's mouths. After a few minutes, she reached down and began stroking my cock. I immediately came back to life and wanted her even more than ever. "My turn", she said, grinning. She went down on me again...