3 comments/ 27207 views/ 0 favorites Regarding Ron Ch. 01 By: LeslieBlue Leslie, I just finished reading your web site. I am totally aroused now and can't wait until the day, hopefully soon, that we will meet. To look into your eyes and try to read what you are thinking, what you are feeling, to touch you gently and caress every part of your body. I am at work now if you want to write back. Would you like to maybe give me a call? I would enjoy that very much. Let me know and I will send you the number. Kisses, Ron That was the third email I received from Ron, nearly six months ago. Three days after he sent that to me, we had our first date together. We had been planning at first to meet at a nearby Dunkin Donuts. After several more hot emails later, however, I was longing to be alone with him in an intimate setting. So we changed our plans when he accepted my invitation to come to my apartment for a cup of coffee. Sure, a cup of coffee... lol!!! Right!!! Ron is 38 years old, tall, great build, dark hair with a slightly receding hairline (as I courteously call his balding forehead). If I had to label the whole package, I would say that he is an extremely handsome, friendly, affectionate, out-going kind of guy with a fantastic personality. He also happens to be a family man, having a wife and two kids at home. I met him online on one of my favorite dating sites, just as I meet all of my dates these days. We had planned for him to come here about 9:30 a.m., a convenient time for both of us, since he works the night shift, and I am pretty bright and chipper during those pre-noon hours. We planned nothing in particular for the time he was to spend here. We agreed to have no expectations, to play it by ear, and to allow things to simply happen naturally. Ron called me from his home as he was leaving, and again from his cell phone as he pulled into my driveway. I love it when a guy is considerate of my time in that way -- to phone and let me know exactly when to expect him. I dressed very casually that chilly April-spring morning. I wore black, silk, bikini panties underneath a pair of skin-tight, black, stretch leggings, and went braless in a close-fitting, gray, cashmere sweater that had a huge, low-cut, scoop/cowl neckline. I applied a light coat of make-up, purposely not putting any lipstick or perfume on -- I never wear either when dating a married man, out of polite consideration for his circumstances. He arrived promptly at 9:30, looking much more handsome than he appeared in his picture. Indeed, he was one hot, sexy hunk of a man! I held my door open, and as I guided him inside, our smiles drew our bodies together, until we were wrapped up in one long, huge and tender hug. After fixing us each a cup of coffee, we sat down on my large, comfy-soft sofa, continuing with what seemed to be the same hug we had started at my door. I immediately noticed that Ron is masculine and manly in every way, as he smoothly stroked my long, shiny, blonde hair -- his strong, rugged hands running his fingers through it like giant teeth on a comb. He was turning me on terribly with his fingers brushing against my neck and ears, tickling the skin on my most erogenous areas. He had to be aware of my instant longing and desire for him – the low, droning moans emanating from my throat gave me away. Gradually, firmly, and feeling every inch of me as he moved them, his hands began sliding down my body, over my shoulders and pressing gently into my back. As he reached the cheeks of my ass, he made the move that sends shivers down my spine, and gets me squirming like a worm -- he fully cupped first my left cheek in his hand, grasping it, grabbing it, squeezing it, pleasing it – a soft moan escaping from his mouth as he touched me there, telling me he felt the same intense passion that he was passing on to me. I swear it felt as if we had been together, exactly as we were at that moment, an infinite number of times before. Everything about being with Ron felt wonderfully familiar, so comfortable and comforting to us both. He was providing me with the kind of caring intimacy that I had been craving for so long – the kind of closeness that is only shared between a man and a woman when they know, and love, and even adore one another. After a few minutes of cheek squeezing, his hand continued its journey down my quivering backside a short way, momentarily pausing on my left thigh. I was completely conscious of the fact that he was edging ever closer to my swiftly swelling snatch, which was already drenched and dripping with my sweet, sex syrup. Surely Ron was well aware of the way his fingers were tickling and teasing me so, sending me nearer to a state of pure ecstasy. I could barely wait to be there, and the anticipation of him touching my throbbing twat made me want to take his hand and shove it right down the front of my stretch slacks! Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his fingers edged their way underneath my elastic waistband! A long sigh of relief rumbled softly from my mouth, as his hand slowly slid down my stomach, under my slacks, over the outside of my silk panties. My puffed up pussy mound was actually aching for a feel, as Ron sneakily slipped his middle finger only, around the side of my silk bikinis. I think I ceased to breathe then -- anxiously awaiting whatever his next move would be – and all was still as I laid there in his lap, my body frozen, if only for that one, single moment... The not-so-soft sound of my delighted scream broke the silence, as Ron suddenly plunged his finger deep down into my dark, slippery cave! I was so soaked by then, I swear I heard a splash, as he dunked his middle digit all the way in, until he hit smack dab upon the center of my G-spot! "Jeezes, baby!" he gushed. "You are so dam wet, I cannot be-LIEVE it! Mmmmm, it feels so so good. I never felt anything like that before. Do you always get this wet?" Other than my moaning, I could not utter any response -- I simply was in a much too excited state to be able to answer him. Even though this was our initial encounter, it seemed as if Ron was already an expert in knowing exactly how to bring me to my ultimate point of pleasure. His finger scooped a big, gooey glob of cum from my love hole, and, spreading my shaved lips slightly apart, he slid his fingertip along the length of my slippery slot. By the time he reached my enlarged and engorged magic button, I thought I would explode in an instant climax! "Oh my god, Ron! Oh my god! Oh, baby, baby, oh god, Ron!" My voice rang loudly as I called out to him. My pussy was pulsing and my pelvis was writhing in rises and falls, as his finger caressed my blooming bud in circling strokes. Our movements matched perfectly, as if we were flowing and swaying to the rhythm of a smooth, sexy jazz song. My orgasm came on harder and longer then I ever felt it come before, almost as if I were having some kind of a spasm or convulsion. "I'm cumming, Ron! I am cumming really hard now!" "Cum on, baby, cum, cum, cum for me!" I felt a hot stream of sticky, syrupy juice come gushing out of me, as I squirted a big load of crystal clear cum right into the palm of his warm, waiting hand. End of Part One Regarding Ron Ch. 02 My first encounter with Ron was far from finished, with that steaming eruption from my flooded, squirting snatch. Soon after my explosion, as I laid there with my head in his lap -- my mouth hanging open in almost disbelieving ecstasy – he smeared my own silky syrup over my moist lips, finishing me off with his magic digit by placing it firmly and gently upon my tongue. I folded my lips over his finger, sucking it clean and then finally released it with a few little, lapping licks! Oh, my, I thought, how sensuous and sensitive was this gentle man, having me taste my own juicy jelly as if he were spoon-feeding me some sweet dessert! Very few men in my life have ever been able to make me even cum simply by touching me with their fingers. In fact, I can only think of two, to tell you the truth. I have so spoiled myself with my silver bullet vibrator when I masturbate alone that I fear I may have made it quite difficult on any guy that attempts it. For Ron to accomplish such a feat with only one finger was absolutely amazing to me. After a few minutes, my panting breathing began to calm down and as I opened my eyes to look up at him, Ron was staring down at me with a great smile of satisfaction and pleasure upon his face. "Oh, my god, Ron, that was incredible! Aaahhh, the way you touch me! I don't believe I have ever been so turned on in my life!" "Well, you sure make it easy for me, with the way you move!" His hands were still slipping slowly across my thighs as he softly responded to my remarks. "You have no idea what you are doing to me with that way you have of never lying still for a single second." I was aware of exactly what he was referring to, as my legs continued their swishing and squirming and my crotch crept up and down against the cushions on my couch. Suddenly, I came back to earth for a moment, as I realized he soon would have to scoot if he was going to make it home in time to get ready for his shift. I am always considerate of every guy's time, particularly when they have a significant other to answer to. Checking my watch, I asked him how much longer he had to spend with me. "I still have a little time left, lover, don't worry about it!" "Well, in that case, honey, how would you like to see what my bedroom looks like?" I teased him. "Mmmmm, would love to, baby. Lead the way..." He lovingly lifted my head from his lap, smoothing my long blonde hair as he stood up from my sofa. I took his hand in mine, and guided him around my computer desk, into my room where my pillow-laden bed was anxiously awaiting our presence. I had lit up about a dozen globed candles on my dresser and night tables before his arrival, and the glowing flames invited us to engage in a kind of sexy, seductive exercise of our bodies and spirits. Like two long-term lovers who had been together for years, we undressed each other tenderly. My fingers savored the smooth feel of his skin while I unbuttoned his royal blue, cotton-knit shirt. With both of us naked at last, my puffed-up pussy mound was still pulsing from my previous orgasm. As I lay back against the plumped up pillows, I spread my legs wide, wide open, reaching them out to pull his torso into my groin and locking them around the small of his back into a pretzel-like position. My slippery snatch-of-slime was beckoning a warm, wet promise to Ron's obviously ready, rock-hard rod. Oh my, what a sight that was to my eager eyes – a picture-perfect, stiff, six inch driver, staring straight at me – steering itself like a champion racer, right into my throbbing tunnel-tube at a super high rate of speed! Ron's magic fingers were not needed now, as his solid, softly pointed prick plunged directly and deeply into my longing glove of love. I could feel the heart-shaped cap of his cock slipping through my outer labia lips and landing like a lollipop head, inside my luscious love hole. My lord, I was tighter than a fighter's clenched fist as my cunt squeezed around his dick of steel, and as each inch of his penis penetrated further into my pussy, I screamed out a little louder, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Ron! Fuck me hard... harder... harder... HARDER!!! OH MY GOD, BABY, FUCK ME NOW AS HARD AS YOU FUCKING CAN!!!" "Jeezes, Leslie, you are so dam TIGHT!!!" His breaths were heaving now, and as he thrust his thickness deeper down inside of me, I knew he was climaxing quick and hard, even before he roared out like a lion, "HONEY, HERE I CUMMMMMM!!!" Several spurts of his hot sticky sperm shot so far up my chute – squirting hard against my G-spot -- that I shook and shuddered with the delightful sensation of my own bursting orgasm coming on quite coincidentally, simultaneous with his. An intense, passionate type of euphoria fully engulfed me as our bodies clung firmly to each other – limbs tightly entwined -- our now damp, sweaty skin holding us together like sticky honey buns just out of the oven, still meltingly warm as they sit there cooling on top of the stove. We laid there together like that, in that blissful, gratified state – silent but for the gushing sound of air escaping from our breasts – for nearly another half an hour longer. Little did I realize then, that was just the beginning of what was to become my maybe never ending, possibly forever lasting act of making love, regarding Ron. To be continued...