0 comments/ 29043 views/ 0 favorites A First Encounter By: dreamsweet I paid to get into the club as I always did on Saturday nights. I left the eighties music of the first floor to walk up into the darker atmosphere of industrial/goth. I had managed to look good even to my own eyes that night. I wore a short, black, lace dress with spaghetti straps. I had put on my crossed-straps sandals with black tights. I had my velvet choker around my throat. My make-up was stunning, not melodramatic. I pulled most of my hair up into a barrette on top of my head, leaving a few curls out to frame my face. I had caught myself in a full-length mirror at the bottom of the steps, and was surprised to see a sensual woman look back at me. As I walked into the upstairs room, the eyes of a few men milling around, as usual, mirrored my opinion of myself. Tara greeted me with a look of hunger in her eyes. Tara and I often flirted. She was committed to a man, and after my two years without a relationship, I wanted someone with whom to share a piece of my life. We weren't destined for one another. Still, her teases and flirts felt very good to my wavering self-esteem. She put her arm around my shoulder, and the warmth of the portion of her body that touched me intoxicated me. "Hi there, kitten," she smiled. "Hi," I hissed. "I have someone I want you to meet." "Oh, do you?" "Come with me." She gently let her hand slide down my arm, and grasped my hand to lead me deeper into the room. We walked to the bar, and I saw a man who sat on the couch under a yellow light, just past the bar. He read a paperback, Terry Pratchett novel. The tilt of his head hid his eyes from me momentarily. He swept his hair out of his eyes and looked up, when he sensed our presence near him. He looked up at me, and I smiled faintly. His eyes were intense and perfect. I gasped. I smiled. I knew that it was my smile that could make or break a man's attraction to me. It would be evident whether I had what this man wanted, physically, in a matter of moments. He smiled, and nodded his head to me gently as Tara bent to offer an introduction to him. I felt heat rush through my body, as he stood up and bent his head to me, to greet me over the music. His hair brushed against my shoulder as he bent in even closer to hear my greeting. His voice ran like wine over my body. His eyes told me he was attracted to me, too, as he smiled at me. I must have been absolutely glowing. "I'm Leah." "I'm Xavier." "Is that really your name?" Hearing him say "Xavier" was wonderful. I was excited by his name. He nodded as if that was the most typical and annoying thing that I could have said. I thought I heard him sigh. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me..." I was appropriately abashed. He returned to a smile, with a little, evil glint in his eyes. He was just teasing me a little. He said, "I hear it all the time. Don't worry, though, I forgive you." His evil grin remained. He patted the seat on the couch next to him, and I sat beside him. I already felt a little slippery between my legs. I noticed him move a little closer to me as I sat down. The heat of my body collected in my face. I tried to be discreet and not look toward him until the blush passed. He showed me the book. We discussed reading for a little while. I just let his melodic voice wash through me and fill me with desire. Our conversation flourished, and we teased each other with small touches. Once in a while, I would brush my hand across his leg while I laughed at one of the many witty things he said. He would run his fingers over my hand while he spoke. His eyes would catch mine, and my breath would catch in my chest. His body was against mine within the first hour of meeting each other. We were connected in a great circuit of electrical desire. A particularly sensual song played, deeper into the night. I told him I wanted to dance, and he followed me to the floor. It was not a busy night at the club, and there was room to be flamboyant in our dance. He circled me and grabbed my hand. He led me around the floor and though I proved to not be the greatest at following his lead at times, he smiled, tilted his head back and brushed it off as if it was completely natural. This was an opportunity only found in this club: touch and dance could become as erotic as we wanted. No one would think anything of it. As the next, less sensual song meshed into the older one, he took my hand and led me to the side. He brushed his hair out of his eyes again. His long, graceful hands hid his eyes for a moment. When he looked at me, the serious look that was in them told me what he was about to ask me. I raised my eyebrows and waited for the invitation. "Will you take me back to my house, tonight?" "Where do you live?" "I live with Tara." "Oh, that's right. I didn't make the connection, did I? You're the new roommate she told me about last week. I should have figured out who you were when she said she had someone to introduce me to." "Yeah, when she goes home with Alan, I want you to take me home, too." He was making a safe situation for us to go home to his house. It would give him an opportunity to take me home, but if I didn't consent to sex, he'd have an excuse for me to stay a while anyway. It was a clever plan. I was thrilled with his thoughtfulness. I had no intention of letting him go home alone, with or without Tara around, but it was a nice gesture. We followed Tara and Alan when they left the club. Tara and Alan stayed in the living room for about five minutes but realized we weren't paying any attention to them. Tara came over to me and put her arms around me, hugging me goodnight. She went to Xavier, and as she hugged him, she said, "Now don't do anything I wouldn't do to her." He smiled as she winked at him. Xavier stood up and offered me his hand. He led me to his bedroom. Aside of a few opened, but yet still packed boxes, he had set up his room in elegant softness. He had chiffon cloth hung from the ceiling that covered his bed. Everything was in dark purple and black. He went to his dresser and brought out a condom discreetly, and set it on the bedside table. I sat on the wonderfully soft bed, with the velvet cover over a down comforter. I felt like my legs melted into the softness. He put his hands to my neck, and slowly drew me to his mouth. Our tongues slid over each other, pushed against each other, and I relaxed into his embrace as his hands went around to my back. I felt a hand slide down to my butt. He ran his fingers over me lightly, then squeezed. It caused my upper body to push into his chest. His hand traveled up to my breast. He cupped the ample flesh and his hand tightened around it. I gently guided his hand to cup my breast without pinching my nipple. I moved his hand to stroke it gently. He was a quick learner. He touched me with expert hands as our kiss seemed to never end. I pulled away from his mouth to move on to other areas of the body I wanted to explore. His hands caressed my shoulder and back, and he played with the straps of my dress. I gently opened the buttons of his shirt. I pushed it off of his body, and he let it fall to the floor. I pushed him down and put my mouth to his chest. I let my tongue explore the soft flesh, and finally encircle his nipples. He gasped and his back arched up to meet my mouth. The muscle beneath his skin flexed. My body burned and I strained to have as much of my body touch him as possible. I felt his hands pulling on the zipper at the back of my dress. I let him try to help me undress. When it was evident he wasn't helping, I stood up and slowly let the lace dress fall from my body. I gracefully moved in a way that looked like seductive writhing. I slipped the strapless bra off. His eyes looked at my breasts, and his mouth was slightly opened. He continued to watch them as I crawled back onto the bed. His fingers were around them immediately. He cupped them, and squeezed them. His mouth came up to my right nipple and his tongue gently and deftly licked. His nails gently scratched at my back. I arched into his nails, and he dug deep into my skin. His mouth moved from my breast up to my neck. He bit me playfully. When I sucked in my breath, he bit harder. I whined as seductively as I could. He licked and bit in a slow rhythm. I opened the button of his pants, and he pulled them off. He pulled my tights off of me. I took off the velvet choker and barrette, and carefully placed them on the dresser. I ran my fingers though my hair, until it felt settled. He removed his silk boxers, and we faced each other clothed only in skin for the first time. He moved his head down below my waist. I kneeled on the bed before him. His mouth closed over my labia. His tongue moved to the spot just under my clitoris. He was an expert at not giving too much direct contact to that very sensitive spot. He sucked and gently lapped at me with a flat tongue and relaxed lips. The tip of his tongue curled up a little as he licked. I revelled in the pleasure for a few minutes. Then I wanted to return the pleasure. I pushed his head away and laid him back. I brushed my tongue over the length of his penis several times. When the beautiful phallus was glistening, I took the head into my mouth. The expected sighs and moans escaped his lips, proving I still had the talent, though it had been two years. Just as his balls tightened, I stopped. He groaned, and his seductive eyes showed irritation. He snapped out of it quickly, and reached for the condom. I sat behind him and pushed my breasts into his back. I kissed and bit his back. He turned around and pushed me down to the mattress. He kneeled before me, and we commenced the careful dance of entry. I led him into wet folds, and he pushed at the hole with both delicacy and strength. The slight pain of that first thrust turned to desire as he slowly started a rhythm we both enjoyed. As soon as my body had become accustomed to the thrust of a penis again, I sat up in his lap. I laid him down and put my knees on either side of his body. I controlled the pace for a while. His head fell back, and I ran my tongue over his neck. He dug his nails into my back again. I put my fingers to myself. He thrust upward and I kept up with his rhythm. I felt my legs start to go weak. He pushed me onto my back, and moved off of the bed. He stood and thrust into me, and I let my fingers dance and mingle with the pleasure of his thrusts until I was drawn into my orgasm. His thrusts quickened and deepened, and I heard him gasp. We shuddered together in an electrical storm of sensations. He discreetly removed the rubber sheath, then laid down beside me. His mouth and his hands roved over my flesh. I gently scratched his chest and back. Our mouths met in passionate kisses. Our night had only begun. A First Encounter I never thought that this would become a reality. I was staring deeply into this man's eyes and unable to look away. He was somehow stopping me from breaking our connection. It made me feel so powerless, yet so safe. We had only been talking for a few hours, other than our conversations online, and now he was taking me to his home. He suggested that we spend the weekend together, and I agreed, though slightly reluctantly. I was still very nervous about what would happen between us, but he made a great effort to calm me. "Don't worry," he said, "Everything will be consensual, and I will not take you past any limits you set; I assure you." The tone of his voice was soothing, and I managed to calm down. He started his car. I know that meeting someone from the internet in real life could be extremely dangerous, but he only lived about a half hour away from me, and we had a few mutual friends. Besides, we had been talking for years and had even met once in the past, but nothing really happened, though we were extremely attracted to each other. When we got to his home, he stopped his car and suddenly turned to me. "I seem to have you under my control. There's no sense in letting that opportunity go to waste." He stepped outside the vehicle, then walked around to the other side ad opened my door. "Like I said, you have no reason to be concerned," he insisted in a serious tone. I silently nodded, and he led me inside. We sat down in his living room, and he immediately started pressing my body against the side of the sofa we were on, partially climbing on top of me but staying seated. He looked at me with a seductive gaze and sadistic smile. "How does it feel being defenseless against me?" I looked back at him. "It's indescribable," I answered. "I'll accept that answer for now," he replied, "but in the future I'll require a bit more detail." He winked at me, and I got this sudden rush of energy. He obviously noticed. "Ah, you like that, do you? I'll have to be more strict than usual, then." He lightly touched my inner thigh, but quickly drew his hand away. "And how does that make you feel?" I opened my mouth to answer, but he stopped me before I could say anything. "Give me a full and detailed answer if you want it to continue." Another energy rush. "It gives me an unbearable sense of desire." "That's good to hear," he said as he continued moving his hand up and down my thighs. It instantly put me completely under his control. He then placed his hand between my legs and stroked lightly. My breathing quickened, as did my heartbeat. "We should probably continue this in a more suitable area," he said, pulling me up from the sofa and leading me to his bedroom. He forced me onto his bed and I began to lightly struggle. "Must you be restrained?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I did not answer, as that sentence made me completely speechless. "Alright, it seems that you cannot be trusted with complete freedom of movement, so you will be restrained. Do not move during this process, or you will regret it." He began pulling my leggings off, and I panicked. "Calm yourself," he said, sounding slightly annoyed. "I've told you several times that I will not take you past your limits." His demeanor suddenly softened. "I understand that you are inexperienced, but you simply must learn to trust me." He saw the intense disappointment in my eyes. "You will learn. In fact, you're doing quite well." My face lit up, and I didn't even know why. Why did I so highly value the opinion of this man that I was basically meeting for the first time? He had insisted that I did not wear underwear at our first encounter, so the bottom half of my body was completely uncovered. He spread my legs, then tied each of my ankles to some rope that he had tied to the sides of his bed earlier. I attempted to close my legs, but could not. The rope was tied so tightly that it caused actual pain. "I will consider loosening those if you are successful in your next test." He left the room, and after a moment returned with a small plastic bag filled with ice. He gave me his sadistic smile, then said quietly, "This is what happens when you struggle against me too much," as he placed one of the icecubes between my legs and just barely pushed it inside of me. It was painful in a strange way, but it also further inflamed my desire. He held my hips down so I could not move my lower body at all, and was forced to endure the torment until he decided to end it. He pulled the ice out after what was probably about thirty seconds, but seemed like much longer. The man then turned his attention to my upper body. He took two more cubes and carefully placed each one in the cups of my bra. Both my nipples were immediately erect, though it was not an enjoyable experience. He held my arms at my sides for only about ten seconds, then removed the ice. He kept his hands in place for a moment, relieving the pain that was caused by his frozen weapons. "Next time I will not be so lenient," he told me. "Have you learned not to resist?" "Yes, of course," I answered quickly. He seemed amused by this. "We may move on, then. You did well, so I will slightly loosen your restraints." He glanced between my legs during this process and could see that I was now uncontrollably flowing. "Now, let's see how sweet you taste with your legs fastened." The instant he touched his tongue to my skin, I began writhing in ecstasy. He started with short strokes, waiting a few seconds between each one to make the experience more intolerable. I felt his tongue brush against the side of my clit, and moved uncontrollably, though he easily overpowered me. I felt myself slowly reaching orgasm when he stopped all contact and, after a moment, continued at a much less intense rate. After i had cooled down a little, he repeated this process. The tension steadily built inside of my at each cycle of denial. I began struggling against him as much as I could, but was still effortlessly overpowered. "I will tolerate your resistance this time; I'm sure this must be very difficult for you." Once again, slid his tongue just barely inside my body, as he did with the ice cube, and moved it smoothly over my clit. i thought I was about to orgasm when he stopped again. My muscles tightened involuntarily. "Please tell me what I must do to earn my release," I said, my voice shaking with desperation. "You can do nothing," he replied. "You will remain unsatisfied until I say otherwise." He leaned in very close and whispered, "Giving me less trouble and making it easier for me to hold you down wouldn't hurt your chances." He let his hands roam over my body, under my clothing. It took a lot of effort, but I managed to stay completely still. Then he went back to building tension up, and once again denying my release. I felt tears begin to form in my eyes, but I quickly blinked them back. He suddenly looked deeply into my eyes. "You may speak; convince me with your words to give you what you desire." I was shaking, but somehow managed to speak. "I have completely submit to you, and am not moving even though it takes every ounce of my strength. If there is anything more I must do to earn release, please let me know. This is unbearable..." "Very well," he replied. My eyes lit up. He did what he had done before, but this time finished what he had started. Waves of ecstasy traveled through my body, forcing my eyes shut and releasing the tension that had built up through the encounter. "Your eyes show utmost gratitude, as well as relief," he informed me. "What about you? Can I do anything to give you the same unbelievable experience?" He looked at me with a calm expression. "Don't worry about me. You are still inexperienced and must be trained to cause such a feeling. We can worry about that at a later time." A First Encounter I'm fully clothed and face down on a strange man's bed. The name I know him by is Paolo, but it turns out he's not Italian. But he's a little better looking than I'd expected from his photos, despite the slight receding hairline. And he tells me he gives a wonderful massage. How did I get here? Years, more than a decade, of repressed sexual curiosity. Occasional drunken online arrangements made and not kept - sometimes on my side, sometimes on the other guy's. Two or three years on a local dating site, sometimes just lurking, at other times trying the patience of the guys I'd contact, or who'd contact me. But tonight, I got here through a long series of messages, from around 4pm that afternoon onwards. Hadn't seen this guy on the dating site before, but the pics I'd seen looked good and he was reassuring. Just a massage. You've not been with a man before. I'll make you relaxed. By 9.30pm and a few glasses of wine, I've sent him my mobile number. He texts back with his address. I'll walk. Be there by 10.30. It takes me about 40 minutes to walk to his. It's on a familiar street, but I have a very unfamiliar feeling, like a hypnotic trance, as I approach his door. I'm swooning with tension and excitement. I've gotten close before, but this time I'm going to cross the threshold. I ring his buzzer. No answer. I ring once more. Same. I then call the number... and text him yet again. Nothing. I walk home, still full of tense nervous energy, but still strangely deflated, flat. Then, as I approach my door. A text. I fell asleep. I'm so sorry. I can come pick you up? Be there 15 minutes. When his car pulls up alongside the gates of the botanic gardens where we agree to meet, I find myself opening the door and getting in. So, here I am in his tiny makeshift bedroom (he's not been in town long, not yet settled). There's a guitar, and yoga manuals. And a mattress, not even a full bed. And I'm lying face down, waiting to be touched sensually for the first time by another man. And it's just a massage. I'll let him do the work. He starts on my arms, splaying them out by my sides and giving them a firm but sensuous rub down which relaxes me so much it's like I'm melting into the mattress. But oddly enough it's the firm stroking of my calf muscles that makes me groan with pleasure. I can feel that he knows exactly what he's doing, that every gesture is there to produce the desired effect... And then when he starts stroking, rubbing the back of my thighs I'm starting to go insane with pleasure. So I turn round, and we embrace. My hands are running under his shirt, and before long I reach into his jeans and into his underwear. He's huge, as I knew from his photos, but to be feeling my first cock in my hand, soft-to-hardening as I breathe in his musty male scent, so different from the perfumed odour of women, is an extraordinary rush. We're rubbing up against each other, both breathing heavily though he's the calmer of the two. Then he senses something in my desire which I do not yet know myself, though I had fantasised about it through porn and in my dreams. He puts his thumb in front of my lips. I open them gently, and take his thumb into my mouth and suck it. And what I know in that second is that I will shortly have his cock in my mouth. That I'm a cocksucker a COCKSUCKER a cocksucker I will suck his cock oh god I will adore his cock that I want it and that nothing else makes sense in that instant but to have this strange man in my mouth. And the fact that he has anticipated my desire, known it before I had known it consciously only makes me want it more. That I've ever so gently, and ever so craftily, been manipulated into taking off his jeans, and down his underwear, and sliding my mouth round my first penis. Which both tastes and feels strange to me, much softer even in its hardening state than I'd ever dreamt, like the biggest, softest thumb you've ever dreamed of, with that slightly rubbery slightly salty taste of foreskin. I'm bewitched, and as my tongue licks up from the base of his balls all the way up the shaft of his penis to envelope round the tip of his now hard cock, beguiled. Helpless. All I remember at this point is a stray glimpse of the pink starfish of his anus. It's taken an impossibly short time from the first strokes of his massage to this first taste of his dick. Perhaps three minutes, no more. After a few minutes of enjoying his taste in my mouth, we embrace again and rub our bodies and hard penises together. I feel his cock pushing against my anus, though I know we're not going to fuck and I know he also knows that. He's too big for one thing. And for another, I'm psychologically not ready. Our rubbing embrace lasts for minutes, my groans now uncontrolled. I'm enjoying the feel of his flesh next to mine, the hairy chest, the hardness of the musculature, the softness of the flesh, the dazzling feel of his sexual organ between my legs. Then, unbelievably, we come within seconds of each other, my semen spraying out over the inside of his thighs, feeling wet hot and happy. I will confess that the draining of desire post-orgasm makes me recoil slightly. I'm both deflated and strangely still hyper, and without the intensity of sexual desire I'm feeling a little uncomfortable about my nakedness next to his body, even though I'm enjoying the wet sensation of our sperm covered thighs. He rubs my hair and asks me if I want a lift home. I say, I could do with a walk.