0 comments/ 13395 views/ 0 favorites Living My Dream By: Sherri I had waited so long to hold this man in my arms. I couldn't believe I was actually standing here looking in his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes. They sparkled as he looked in mine. I gazed on those lips that I had dreamed of kissing for so long now. They were more luscious than I had even imagined. I just stood there, speechless, and looked at him. I didn't know what to say. There were no words that could express the way I felt at this moment. I reached out to him, laying my hand against the back of his head and pulled him to me, placing a soft kiss on his lips. Putting my other arm around him, I pulled him close, holding him tight, wishing I could be even closer, though that wasn't possible. Although we stood and held each other for what seemed like hours, I didn't want to move. I was utterly content being in his arms, my face buried in his neck, my hands stroking his soft hair. I pulled back and looked in his eyes and brought my lips to his. I kissed them softly, tugging at his bottom lip with mine. They were wonderful... soft, full and very sweet. Out tongues danced with one another in sync. We both seemed to know where the other was going and what we each wanted. As wonderful as this was, people were beginning to stare and we thought it might be best if we took it private. I felt like a queen as this handsome man escorted me through the airport. I noticed more than a few women giving him the eye as we passed. But his arm was around me and I was in heaven. We hurried through the airport, anxious to find a taxi. We were finally going to be alone, to spend time together, to have a chance to really get to know one another. We were finally going to have the chance to explore each others bodies the way we had talked of doing. I wanted so badly to give him pleasure like he'd never known. We had never met before now, but we both felt a connection that couldn't be explained, lust maybe, but something more than that. It was like he had some sort of connection to my soul. Even if I never saw him again, I had to see him now. I had to connect with the body too, not just the soul and spirit. We found a taxi and headed off to the hotel. We were immediately in each others arms again, our lips searching each other. His hand touched my breast and I felt the shocks all the way to my inner most being. I could feel my wetness already. My hands explored his chest. He felt so damned good. Without really realizing what I was doing my hand dropped to his leg. I felt his strong thigh underneath my palm and began to touch the outline of his muscles as they flexed. I slowly moved my hand toward the prize. I trembled as I made light contact through his jeans. I spread my hand and covered him. He was hard as a rock. I just love to feel a man as he responds to my touch. This was indeed a prize. I felt the outline of his penis, long, hard and thick. I gently grasped him as I explored, loving the feel of him in my hands. He broke the kiss and slid down my neck, nibbling down the side, sending exquisite sensations through me. I glanced toward the front and noticed the taxi driver watching us in his rear view mirror. He had an intense look on his face as if entranced in what was happening in the back seat. He saw me looking and caught my eye for just a moment before deciding he'd better watch the road. I noticed a beautiful hotel up ahead, overlooking the Rhine and was thrilled when the driver pulled up in front. We quickly got ourselves together and straightened our clothes. This place was gorgeous, and looked so romantic. I could hardly wait to get inside. Cal paid the driver and asked him to wait. Apparently he had some place else he needed to go. Cal had already registered before I arrived, so we proceeded to our room. The hotel was awesome. It was old world, but modern too. We had a beautiful room with a window overlooking the river. Cal knew I was tired from my flight and he had a few matters he had to take care of, so he left me to get a shower and relax. He took me in his arms before he left, kissed me and told me how happy he was to have me there. I took a nice long shower, not able to resist the urge to touch myself. I was so aroused by this man. I always had been. I ran my hands over my breasts, imagining how his hands were going to feel on them later. But I had to stop, I wanted to save all this arousal for him. I finished my shower, put on a little makeup and a few spritzes of my favorite perfume. I opened my suitcase and pulled out a sexy black lace number I had gotten just for him. I stretched out on the bed to relax before he returned and slipped off to sleep. I was awakened by the softest touch against my cheek. I opened heavy lidded eyes to see my lover gazing at me, running his finger lightly down my cheek. Yes, I definitely was in heaven, I decided. He leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips, then my eyes, then left a train of kisses down my neck. My neck and shoulders are so sensitive. I was definitely waking up now. I heard a moan escape my lips. His kisses were setting me on fire. I felt every nerve in my body awaken. The moans were uncontrollable. I felt my nipples harden and wetness between my legs. My arms were around him now, pulling him close to me, moving over his body. I reached for his ass (and what a fine ass it was), and massaged it. I found myself involuntarily rubbing my clit against his leg. I was as hot as a firecracker. My moans, which were often more like growls, were getting louder and more intense. His hand found my nipple and he began rubbing his palm across it, occasionally stopping to tweak it with his fingers. He kissed his way down my chest and took the other nipple in his mouth, pulling it with his lips, sometimes sucking on it gently. He rubbed his beard across my nipples. I had told him how I liked that and was so happy he had remembered. There was electricity shooting from my nipples straight to my clit. I thought I would go mad from the pleasure. I could feel the juices start to run now. His hand moved from one nipple while he continued to toy with the other one with his lips. His hand slowly traveled across my belly and between my legs. I immediately arched to meet his fingers as they caressed my clit. I began to grind myself against his hand. My breathing was quick and shallow. He slid his hand down and inserted a finger into my vagina and I began bucking wildly against it. I needed to cum so badly. He thrust his finger deep inside as I raised to meet him. He pushed in hard as I ground myself into him. Suddenly he stopped. I began to beg him not to when he lowered himself between my legs and nuzzled into my mound. I spread my legs for him, not about to give him any resistance. I needed him there, licking me, sucking me. He kissed my outer lips that I had taken great pains to shave, just for him. Well, not just for him, because I like it too. She is so much more sensitive when she is bald. Feeling his lips, his tongue, his beard against her was really tearing me up. The little devil knew it and deliberately made me wait. When he had me to the begging point, he finally ran his tongue inside the lips, licking around both sides of my clit and downward, lapping up my juices. He made it back up to my clit and licked it, then looked up at me and smiled. He began a gentle assault that was making me crazy. He was sometimes licking, sometimes sucking, sometimes rolling my clit around with his lips. After a few minutes I didn't know just what he was doing, but it sure felt good. I put my legs over his shoulders and crossed them over his back. He wasn't getting away now. I felt him push one finger in me and press deep, rubbing against my G spot. I was rubbing against his face by now, working in concert with him. The pleasure was intense and I felt that familiar feeling starting inside me. I was moaning, growling, sometimes purring like a cat. I whispered to him and asked him not to stop. He knew he had found just the right touch, the right pressure, the right pace and he kept it up. Damn he was good! All of a sudden I was at that point of no return. There it was. I was cumming and it was glorious. I bucked against his face and let out a roar that I was afraid would alarm the people in the next room. Hell, let them call security, I would just answer the door with a huge smile on my face. He licked up all my juice and looked up at me grinning. All I could do was lie there and shake. He climbed up and lowered himself over me and gave me the sweetest kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and it tasted pretty good. I looked him in the eye, placed a kiss on his lips and told him it was his turn now. I tried to wink, but as usual it didn't work. He just laughed and reached up and stroked my hair. I looked down on his handsome face and smiled before I kissed him. A soft, gentle kiss, exploring those sweet lips with mine. The tips of our tongues playfully wrestling each other. I enveloped his tongue with my lips and sucked on it for a moment before he took mine and did the same. This man has got to have the softest, sweetest kisses I've ever tasted. I felt a stirring inside me and pulled him close, those soft, gentle kisses turned into deep, penetrating ones. I broke away, kissing his face, moving towards his ear lobes and took one in my lips, then running my tongue around the outside of his ear, dipping inside from time to time. I heard him catch his breath and moan as I explored. I began placing soft, nipping kisses down his neck, across his shoulders and down his chest, one hand lightly moving toward a nipple. I gently rubbed the palm of my hand over one nipple, feeling it harden, as I licked and tugged on the other. I grabbed it with two fingers and started rolling it, then tugging it, while I used my lips to do the same with the other one. Soft groans met my ears and caused my excitement to rise. I moved downward, placing kisses along his belly, stopping for a moment to tongue his navel. And then my eyes caught sight of him. This gorgeous specimen of manhood. I looked in to Cal's eyes and smiled, letting him know how pleased I was. I looked back down at him with affection, my hands traveling over his tummy and down his legs. I lightly ran the tips of my fingers down his legs, up around the sides, back to the object of my desire. I let them barely touch his skin as I moved over his balls and down between his legs. I ever so lightly teased the taint, that area between the front and back. I touched the tip of my finger to his head and painted it with his precum. I watched as it jerked in response, then gave Cal a sideways glance and smiled at him. With a feathers touch I ran my finger around the ridge and down the shaft along the vein. I knew he wanted my mouth on him, but I wanted to drive him as crazy as he had made me by making me wait. Finally I looked at him, giving him a slight grin, and leaned over and touched just the tip of his head with my tongue. Lil Cal rose up to meet me with a slight bob. I lightly ran my tongue down the slit and began to make a circle around the head. I opened my mouth wide and continued circling, letting my hot breath encompass him as I moved lower. I then closed my mouth softly around him, hearing his moans as I applied little pressure, moving up the shaft and popping my lips off the head. I began nibbling my way down the vein to his balls and gently licked them before taking one in my mouth. I ran my tongue around it and carefully sucked, massaging it with my tongue. Cal's moans were like music to my ears, increasing my excitement, making me more desirous to increase his. I slid one hand under his leg and nudged him to bend his leg, placing one foot on the bed. Now I could reach that fine ass of his. I started rubbing those nice, firm buns as I began making my way back up his shaft. I began to lick the head like an ice cream cone on a hot day. A nice long lick all the way around, then more, a bit higher. Then of course across the top. I tongued the slit and moved down a little to that sweet spot under the head. I was beginning to moan now too, the feel of his manhood in my mouth and the softness of his tush in my hands, along with his scent assaulted my senses in a most pleasant way. I suddenly opened my lips and engulfed him in one swift movement. He let out a loud groan and raised up to meet me. I began to suck my sweet pacifier, using my tongue to massage him. I immediately felt him get harder and his body stiffen. His moans became more intense and he reached down to stroke my hair. When he sighed, "Oh, Baby", I thought I would cum again on the spot. I sucked my way up the shaft, applying more pressure. I quickly took him back in my mouth again. I kept an even pace, not too fast, not too slow, not too hard, just a constant massage with my tongue and the inside of my mouth as I sucked. The movement of his hips let me know I had found the right rythym. I knew it wouldn't take too much of this for him to cum and I didn't want that. I wanted him in me. I wanted him in me deep. I was wet as hell and hot as a two hour bride. I sucked up the shaft, popped my lips off the head, and slid up his body, placing kisses as I went. I told him how badly I wanted him and gave him an extremely hot kiss. I was burning up with my desire for him. I sat up and pulled him towards me, then moved onto my knees. He knew what I wanted and positioned himself behind me. He ran his hands over my ass before bending down and rubbing his beard against it. He gave me a quick kiss and I felt him rubbing lil Cal's head in my wetness. I licked my lips in anticipation. He began pressing against me and I felt the head enter me. He played at my entrance, pulling the head out, putting it back in, teasing me. I moved back against him and felt him enter me. He pushed in slowly, deeply. I pressed back harder against him and he pushed deeper and stayed there. I grabbed him with my muscles and milked him, pulling him in as deep as possible. I rotated around on his shaft as he filled me. Damn he felt good. He was so hard. I heard myself growl, that low husky growl that I can't control. He slowly pulled out, then slowly pushed back in deep. I buried my head in the pillow and just enjoyed the feel of him in me. He knew exactly how I wanted it and he continued until I thought I couldn't take anymore. It felt so damned good, I didn't want it to stop. He reached around and played with my clit, the movements against it matching the movements inside me. That was all it took. I felt my orgasm build. I was in ecstasy. There were no words to explain the sensations. They were so intense that I didn't know if I could stand it, yet I didn't want it to end. My moans were constant and getting louder. I felt it coming. It was about to happen. My breathing was heavy, my moans intense. All of a sudden it hit me. That growl became a scream and boiled up out of my very center. I heard him groan behind me and pound me harder and faster. My muscles started contracting, milking him. He let out a loud moan and came inside me. He pressed in deep as he came. I could feel the spasms inside me. I held on tight, never wanting to let him go. We collapsed together on the bed, him lying against my back, still in me. I was trembling as I felt the tears well up in my eyes. I shook as I began to cry. It had been a long time since that had happened, but it had been known to when I was so completely satisfied. He rolled off my back and took me in his arms, kissing the tears off my cheeks. I was so utterly content being there. I drifted off to sleep as he held me. The next morning I woke up smiling, ready to take him in my arms again. I opened my eyes, ready to gaze on his sleeping face and couldn't believe what I was seeing. This couldn't be, it just couldn't be. I broke out in tears again, feeling a deep loss. I was in my own room, in my own bed. How could this have been a dream? It was so real. I grabbed my pillow and held it close to my chest as I cried. He was real. My desire for him was real. But I had to face the fact that we would never meet. At least I had some very pleasant memories, even if it was a dream. Living My Dream Living My Dream - The Meeting -------- My grin is ear to ear with welcome and anticipation as I watch you exit through the airplane door. You ARE tall, towering over the other deplanees. Standing a shade over six feet four inches you told me in an e-mail, you look even taller than you appear in the pictures we exchanged. You do not look gigantic though, with your slender, 'lean and lanky' as you put it, well-proportioned body. Your blue western style shirt with its pearl-like snaps matches your eyes. I can't see, because of the people between us, but I know you are wearing your snug-fitting Levi's and boots. I am thrilled to see your smile, expectant, hopeful, as your head swivels with your eyes darting, searching, trying to find me in the crowd. Suddenly your eyes drop and your gaze locks with mine. You have been looking too high to see me standing at four feet ten inches before my high-heel sandals. Your smile expands with relief and pleasure that I am actually here, that we are finally meeting. As you look at me, I welcome the joy in your expressive face, knowing, hoping our fantasies will soon be realized, that I may live my dream. I am wearing what I told you, what you wanted me to wear. My tube top band is a tan only slightly darker in color than my skin. It barely covers and clearly shows the convexity of my small breasts with their erect nipples. My skirt rides low on my hips and is a dark brown, the same color as my shoulder length hair and my painted finger and toenails. It is twelve inches from waistband to hem and, from the rear, only covers the swell of my ass cheeks. If I lock my knees and bend over as to pick something off the floor, my bare pussy will be exposed to anyone behind me. If I'm not careful of how I sit, my shaved beaver will flash anyone in front of me. I guess its not a beaver if its shaved, right? For a born and bred New York City career girl (your term), I have an unusual dream. Since I was a child watching the heroics of Roy Rogers, Gene Autry, The Lone Ranger and others righting wrongs and rescuing damsels like me in distress, I have dreamed of having a Texas Cowboy Lover. Despite, or possibly because of, my small stature, I have always been attracted to tall slim men as my Cowboy heroes always seemed to be. With the impracticalities of life, no dancing cheek to cheek, the jeers of Mutt and Jeff catcalls, I have never been able to establish a serious relationship with a man who fit my dream. Your e-mails seem to be the answer to this maiden's prayers. You say you always envied girls as you were growing up; they played with dolls but as a boy you could not. As an adult, now, you say you have realized what is missing from your life. You still want a doll as you did when you were a boy; but you want a real live flesh and blood doll. One you can pick up and carry around, treat with love, lavish with affection, as does a small girl playing with her dolls. I hope, again your words, I fit the bill. As we come together in the crowded terminal you bend to slip one arm around my waist and the other under my ass cheeks. You straighten and lift me off the floor. I wrap my arms around your neck. The way you hold me, suspended but pressed tightly against your body, we are face to beaming face. Your lips come toward me for our first kiss, but you stop, withdraw. I understand your hesitation. You think, you know, I will welcome your kiss, but this in public; we are surrounded by thousands of people. I have told you I am somewhat of an exhibitionist, proved I think by the way I am dressed, but even with the numerous e-mails and the hours spent on the telephone, we are still learning about each other. And now, being together in person for the first time, looking physically at each other with our eyes open, rather than closed and seeing only in our minds, you pause, awaiting my reaction. I tighten my arms pulling our faces together. Our lips meet gently, then harder as our passion mounts. My mouth opens inviting your tongue. Mine immediately starts to duel. We thrust, push, circle, feel, taste. I don't know how long you stand there, holding me against you, my sandals at least two feet from the floor, our lips locked together, but finally we separate. Asking about your bags, we go to the claim area to retrieve them. You made reservations at a mid-town hotel for this meeting. You do not want to force me if our meeting does not go well. The only commitment for this meeting is to explore; to hopefully expand the relationship we started developing via e-mail, and continued with phone calls. If this meeting goes well, we can/will have others in the future. If all does not go well, we will have enjoyed our e-mails and conversations. We arrive at the baggage claim area. I tug on the hand I am gripping with both of mine as if you will leave me, disappear, if I let go. You lean down so I can whisper in your ear I need to make a phone call. I smile at your look of apprehension. Your face lights up as if bathed by a spotlight when I tell you I am canceling your hotel reservation. We enter a cab for the ride to my midtown apartment. Before we leave the curb you have me in your lap with your arms around me. You kiss me until my head spins. Your hand caresses my legs below my skirt, my bare midriff, my breasts through my top. Your fingers rub and circle my nipples which are so hard they are painful. I am so dizzy I almost do not recognize my building when we arrive. We gather your bags and enter the building. At the elevator bank I push the UP button. When it arrives we shove your bags inside. I punch 7 for my... our floor. As the elevator starts to rise, you punch the STOP button. I do not know what you are planning to do. I had never seen you before an hour ago. The only thing I know about you is your e-mails and phone calls, true or false. This is the first time we have actually been alone, no airport crowd, no cab driver. I trust you. You may do anything to me you wish. You push me gently into the corner of the elevator and drop to your knees before me, sitting on your heels. With a knee against each wall you have me trapped. You take my left ankle in your hands and lift. You trail a wet kiss from my calf to my ankle, then my toes as you remove my sandal. You repeat the action with my other foot. You tell me to step onto your thighs and you position my feet. As I do my shoulders are forced into the corner while my hips jut toward you. You stare upward into my eyes. You grasp each ankle in a hand. Your hands are warm, hot, almost burning my skin. You begin slowly moving them upward, your fingers on the outside of my ankles, my calves, my knees, my thighs. Your thumbs are on the inside. The warmth from your hands flows upward faster than their slow sensual movement. I feel the warmth concentrating in my shaved pussy. I keep it clean shaven to heighten the sensitivity of my most private parts. I can have mini-climaxes just blowing my breath across the freshly shaved tender skin. As I have had few serious satisfying relationships I have learned myriad ways by which to pleasure myself. Sharing, however, is better. I was moist while waiting in anticipation at the airport. I became even juicier while in your lap during the cab ride home. I am now absolutely soaked. My pussy is getting hotter and hotter as the warmth from your hands radiates into it. Your hands slowly, slowly travel upward. I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. Secretions begin to trickle down my thighs. This has never happened to me before. Dripping, I have never been so wet. Your hands reach the bottom of my skirt. You gently push upward until it becomes a narrow band around my waist. I realize why you wanted me standing on your thighs. My exposed sex is directly before you. I can feel your eyes. They touch, explore, memorize, feast. I sense your pleasure in the sight before you. The pleasure becomes mine. I am so pleased I am pleasing you. Your arms slip between my legs. Your hands cup my ass cheeks. You pull me toward you, spreading me, separating me. Beautiful you murmur. Your eyes look up into mine. You sniff. You smile. You inhale the odor. You press against my mound of Venus. You rub and smear my wetness on your face. Your tongue emerges. It touches. It tastes. I see you smile by the crinkle of your eyes. Delicious floats to my ears. Your tongue begins to clean the juices from my skin. It follows down the trail of a rivulet, then back upward on another, again and again. Your task is impossible. You cannot get all of my secretions. There is a pump inside me. The more you lick and clean, the more is generated. Your flattened tongue moves over my nether lips. You press and roll them from side to side. Your tongue narrows. It spreads the lips and slips into the cleft. It probes. It searches. It finds and enters the hole it sought. It reams. It slips in and out. I did not know I was so sensitive there. The feeling is incredible. A quivering starts deep inside me. I feel an orgasm building. Your mouth forms a seal around my labia as your tongue continues its magic. I feel the suction you apply as you drain juices from inside my body. Your eyes stay locked with mine. You watch. You enjoy each expression as it flits across my face. I feel your pleasure. You take me into a realm of sexuality where I have never been. You raise me to a level of excitement I have never before experienced. I am hovering on the edge of an orgasm I know will be greater than any I have ever had. The quivering is expanding from deep within my body to the surface of my skin. My legs begin to tremble. Your lips move. You surround my clitoris. You drag your tongue across it. I explode. I jet to the heavens. My legs buckle. If you were not holding me I would slip into a puddle on the floor. You continue to support me by my cheeks. I soar. I dip. I glide. I sail like a kite on a string in the wind. Your gentle mouth and tongue continue their ministrations. I slowly begin to return to normalcy, but can I ever return to normal from where you have sent me. You hit my clit again. I have another eruption. Never have I climaxed twice in a row like this. It is as great as the first one. The feelings from this second orgasm begin to taper off. My panting for breath slows. You do it for the third time. The world grays. I am poised on the brink of oblivion. If these feelings get more intense, if they continue, I will pass out. No, No more, I murmur. I'm too sensitive. Please. Finally I can shift a little. Some strength returns to my legs. You lift me off your thighs and set my feet on the floor. You gently tug my skirt down, covering me, returning me to a semblance of decorum. You rise. You are standing on your knees. You look deep in my eyes. You see my soul. We rub noses. You tell me you have never experienced any thing so beautiful. I tell you we experienced it. You punch the button to continue our trip to the seventh floor. We have not made it to the apartment yet but we have made it to my dream. We still have two nights and two days to spend together for me to continue to live my dream. And I have not touched you yet. -------- Living My Dream - The Weekend The elevator arrives at my/our floor. Carrying my sandals, I unlock and open the door to the apartment. You place a hand on my shoulder to stop me from entering. I look up at you. You lift and carry me into the apartment as a groom carries his bride. You kiss me, stand me on the floor, and request, wait. You bring in your bags and shut and lock the door. You pick me up as a father would a child, sitting me on your hip. I wrap my legs around your waist, my arms around your neck. I nibble gently on your ear lobe. The bedroom is there, I point. Carrying me, you pick up the bags, one by one, and move them into it. I like this I say, leaning back into the support of your arm. My cuntal mound is pressed against your hip. Little tingles race throughout my body as you move. I run my fingers over your face. I smooth your eyebrows. I follow the length of your nose, then along your jaw line. I trace your lips with my finger tips. I read your face as if it were written in Braille. I can feel the residue of my juices you acquired in the elevator. You lay me on the bed and stretch out beside me. I suddenly realize why I bought this king-size bed. I can almost get lost in it. It is almost twice as long as I am tall. I cannot reach both sides with my arm span. I bought it for you, before we met, before we exchanged the first e-mail. I snuggle against you as you hold me. I run my hand over your chest, feeling the smooth cotton of your shirt. I undo two snaps and slip my hand under your shirt. I feel your bare skin and you shudder. I need to bathe, I tell you. Looking at the clock, we have dinner reservations in two hours. Plenty of time, you whisper, then you tell me if we bathe now, we'll have to do it again before we leave. I ask you why. I am going to make mad passionate love to you, you say longingly. I inform you the bath can wait. You bite a nipple through my top with your lips. I grasp your member through your jeans to feel the hard length of it. I want to touch it, skin to skin. I know it will be soft and silky on the outside with a solid hard inner core. Your hand caresses my other breast then slips down across my stomach. A finger tickles my belly button as it passes. The hand comes to rest cupping my mound through my skirt. I try to open my legs to give you better access but the skirt is too tight, too confining. I sit up shouting, no clothes, as I jerk my top off. I shed my skirt before you can remove your boots and socks. I reach around you and pop your shirt snaps. I peel your shirt over your shoulders as you stand. You face me as you undo your belt buckle and jean buttons. I sit on the edge of the bed and help you lower your jeans. I pull them over your feet. Hold still, I demand. I place my hands on your hips, on the waistband of your bikini briefs. Your manhood is trapped, confined. It points to the side within the restriction of the cloth. It is directly before my face. I stroke it with my finger tips. I feel the throb of your heartbeat pulsing within it. I pull out on the front of your briefs to free your cock. It leaps upright, bobbing, as if bowing and saying hello to me. I press my cheek against your member. I lower the cloth so you can step out of them. I place my hand on your cock and bend it so it points toward me. I lean forward and kiss the tip. I kiss it again, then lick. I hear a low moan from you. I swirl my tongue around the head, tasting, leaving it shiny with my saliva. I take just the head within my mouth and suck gently while I run my tongue around it. I pull my head back until it pops out of my mouth when the suction breaks. I like, I say. I run my wet flattened tongue down one side until my cheek touches your body. I do the same to the other side. I pull back, look at it, open my mouth and take the head in again. I lean forward, sucking, moving my tongue against the bottom of the shaft as it goes deeper and deeper. I feel a pressing against the back of my throat. I reflexively swallow. You feel the workings of my throat. You groan. My throat opens. You slip in. My nose presses against your pubic bone. My throat is working, trying to swallow but you are too deep and keep the passage open. I can not draw a breathe. My mouth and nostrils are blocked. I pull back, sucking air. I've never done that, I whisper in amazement. I suppose I really never wanted to. I take you back in my mouth. I hear you say, fantastic. I've never felt that either. I suck, move my tongue, and bob up and down. I fuck, no, I make love to you with my mouth. I continue until you warn me you are about to cum. Only once have I taken a man's cum in my mouth. It was an accident. I did not know it was going to happen until too late. I did not like the taste or consistency. It almost made me ill. I look up at you with you still in my mouth. Will you mind if I remove my mouth and finish you off with my hand. In an e-mail you said you did not care, that you want me to do what I want, that you will never try or make or force me to anything I do not want to do. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. I want to swallow you. I want you to be a part of me. I communicate to you with my eyes. You understand. You erupt. Blast after blast enters my mouth. I try to savor your taste but my mouth overfills. I frantically swallow and try not to cough. I do not want to lose any of you. Your volume diminishes. It slows to a trickle. I savor the taste. It is delicious. I want more. I hold just the head in my mouth. I drain all you have to offer. I swab the head and shaft with my tongue until it is clean. I lean back. I run my tongue around the inside of my mouth. I lick my lips. I have not wasted a single drop. I smile up at you. I am proud. Your expression says you are proud of me also. You lift me so I stand on the bed. You lean to kiss me. I turn my head. I still have your essence in my mouth. I know you do not want it. I need to quickly brush my teeth and rinse my mouth. You laugh gently. You ask if I minded tasting myself when we kissed in the elevator. I tell you no, but that is different. You laugh lovingly. You place your hands on my face so I cannot turn my head. You slowly, slowly, with your eyes open and looking into mine, press your lips gently to mine. Your tongue touches my lips asking them to open. I comply. I welcome the invasion of your tongue. Our kiss continues and deepens. A hand slides caressingly down my body. It cups my sex. I spread my legs to give you unhindered access. I feel a finger enter. I welcome the intrusion. Moistness from the elevator has not completely dried. It is increasing. I try to follow the finger as it withdraws. I do not want to lose it. I do not want it to leave. I relax as it returns. I feel it leaving again. I try to follow it again. A second finger enters with the first. I lose my pace. I start to hunch forward as the fingers enter. I relax as they withdraw. I am getting wetter. The odor of my sex and juices wafts upward. I hope he's not offended by my smell, I think. You read my mind. Such lovely perfume, you murmur. Our eyes are still locked together. We have not blinked. Mine close. I shudder as the heel of your hand touches my clit as your fingers leave. Enter, out, touch, shudder, enter, out, touch, shudder. Your hand rocks on my mound. Your touch on my swollen labia is exquisite. I try to lower myself to the bed. You hold me up with your hand and your fingers. I open my eyes. I'm ready, I tell you. I know, you murmur. You do not move fast enough. I want you, I say. You have me, you reply. You continue, enter, out, touch, shudder. I want you in me, I demand. You will have me, you whisper. You continue to hold and to stroke. Now, I almost scream. You lay me down. You crawl on the bed over me. You completely cover me. I am hidden. I am protected. With you over me nothing can harm me. I move my legs so you are between them. I am completely open to you. I have no defense to anything you wish to do. I want you to do with me what you will. You kiss me deeply, passionately. My head is spinning. An enormous void has formed in the center of me. You must fill me. We had talked about the physical disparity in our size. You expressed a fear that you might hurt me, that you might be too big. I told you in my best southern drawl, honey, I'm a full growed woman down there. You lower yourself. You rub your cock up and down the cleft between my nether lips. Your up strokes touch my clit. Lightning flashes with each touch. I take your cock in my hand. I place it at the mouth of my vagina. I try to pull it in. I must have my void filled. Living My Dream You ease forward. The head pops into my opening. You withdraw. It pops out. No, I whimper. You ease forward and it goes in a little further. You rock back. You rock forward. My sheath expands around your cock. What I feel is not exactly pain, not exactly discomfort. I am being stretched. It feels exquisite. You continue slowly rocking forward and backward. You enter a little deeper with each forward movement. I feel the continued expansion, the continued stretching. I am being stuffed. The feeling eases. My void is filled. I am complete. Your pubic mound rubs against mine. We are fully and completely joined. We lay still for a moment. We enjoy the union. I feel your whole member. I feel each vein, bump and protrusion. I feel the throb of your heartbeat. I do not want to break the mood so I whisper. Your cock is so warm. It feels so good. I feel like I am now complete. I did not know I was missing something, but I have it in me now. You chuckle, exactly what I was thinking, except, I thought pussy. I have never felt anything remotely close to this. Feeling you, knowing you, having this, I'll have a smile on my face for the rest of my life. I feel like you are a part of me, an extension of myself. You flex your cock. I grip you with my internal muscles. I squeeze. I wiggle my ass to rub my clit against your pubic hair. I shudder with the tingling that rockets through my body. You start a slow back and forth movement. You withdraw a little then fully enter. I hunch my hips to meet you as you return. More little lightning flashes course through my body as you bottom out and my clit is touched. We increase speed in tandem. My body is in sync with yours. I know what you are going to do as you do it. We make audible slapping noises as we pound each other. We are trying to drive our bodies into each other. We are trying to merge ourselves into one. I am right on the brink of my orgasm. Almost, almost, I chant. As I say come with me, you grunt I'm coming. I fall; no, I fly over the edge. As in the elevator, I am sky high and floating. I am living my dream. I call and cancel our dinner reservation. I cancel all of the plans I made to show you New York. I feed you snacks out of the refrigerator and order in food. I do not let you leave the apartment. I fuck you. I screw you. I make love to you. Hard and fast. Slow and tender. Again and again. Over and over. I have you on the kitchen table. I have you on the couch where we start but end on the floor for more room. I have you on the bed, again and again. I have you from the rear, doggy fashion. I have you twice in the shower and suck you off there once. I have you while your standing, holding me impaled on that cock that I cannot get enough of. I do not walk. You pick me up and either put me on your hip or slip your cock into me and carry me, front to front, where I want to go. I sit on you with you in me as we eat, as I feed you and you feed me. We dance to music from the sound system, my arms around your neck, my legs wrapped around your waist, you support me with your cock in me. I can't step on your toes this way, you tell me. I milk your cock with my muscles, I couldn't do this with you on my toes, I giggle. I play with your cock when you need to piss, aiming it at the bowl. I laugh as it hardens, and at the mess we make. On the second night, in bed after changing the sheets for the third time that day to get rid of the wet spots, I glance at the clock as I mount you. It is 9:32 p.m. I ride you, sometimes slowly, sometimes like a dervish, back and forth, up and down, side to side, in circles, until, exhausted from the continuing orgasmic high, I collapse on your chest at 11:13. I wake at 3:04 a.m. You are still in me. I am still laying on your chest. I squeeze and your limp cock starts to harden inside me. What a wonderful way to wake up you murmur sleepily. You roll me on my back. We begin our slow dance of love again. You send me to heaven. You open your bags for the first time except when you shaved. We must dress to catch the cab for the return to the airport. I am suddenly sad. These two nights and two days have been glorious while I have been living my dream. But, as is said, all good things must come to an end. We get into the cab. I crawl into your lap. I pull your arms around me. I do not look at you. I do not want you to see the tears in my eyes. I wish you would say something... maybe permanent... maybe a commitment. I cannot ask it of you. I do not want you to leave, but I know you must. You have a life in Texas. I am not a part of it. You do not speak during the entire ride. You hold me in your arms. Sometimes you squeeze so hard it hurts. I do not complain. We arrive at the airport. You tell me I do not have to wait. I do not have to see you off. I say I want to. You check your mostly unused bags. We go to the gate. We stand quietly. We do not touch. They start boarding passengers into the airplane. Suddenly you grab me! You drag me to some chairs. You sit down. You pull me onto your lap. You say you have to say something. You are afraid I do not want to hear it, but you must say it regardless. You tell me you do not want to leave me, that you love me, rip snort'n head over heels in love with me. You want to marry me. You say you do not want to leave Texas. You do not know what you could do in New York, but if I want you to, you will move here to be with me, if I would have you. You know we agreed to no commitments, no strings, but now you want more, you must have more, if we are to continue. You say if you are out of line, you are sorry, for me to give you a kiss on the cheek and leave. You tell me that maybe someday you would be over me, that maybe you could eventually forget me. I burst into loud sobbing tears as I wrap my arms around your neck and say I love you. I love you. I love you. I tell you if that was a proposal, I accept. I have an opportunity to transfer my job to Texas. I did not want to tell you because I did not want to put any pressure on you. I can move in thirty days. They announce last call for boarding. You stand, lifting and holding me as when we first met here in the airport. You say you will call as soon as you get home so we can start planning my move. I kiss you so hard my mouth hurts. Should I tell about the move?