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First Meeting
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First Meeting
You walk in warily, not knowing quite what to expect. I say
nothing, just taking your hand and leading you through the
doorway. After you pass, I close the door behind you and throw
the bolt.
You jump a bit as the spring latch slams home, and look back
at me. I only smile and wink.
You look around; you've never been in my bedroom before. You
look at the mess on the floor, look back at me, but I only shrug
and smile. You watch me light some of the oil lamps, your smile
slowly growing on your face.
I turn off the light and we are bathed in the soft, gentle
glow of the lamps.
Still standing, I walk over to you and gaze into your eyes.
Nonchalantly, almost flippantly, I take off my glasses and drop
them on the dresser. Easily, oh so easily, I put my arms around
your waist, and you put your arms around my neck.
Gently, hesitantly, we kiss.
Softly your lips press against mine, soft, smooth, warm,
alive. We kiss and kiss again, and a sigh escapes your lungs
between kisses. Your arms tighten about my neck as I hold you
ever tighter in my embrace, my arms slowly massaging your back.
We're very close, and your pelvis rocks forward, meeting my
own.
For the first time, our mouths open and my tongue meets
yours, both tentative, exploring, searching. A moan builds in my
throat, and you capture it with your mouth and return it in kind.
We stand there, afraid to break the embrace, your heart beating
faster and faster, matching mine in intensity.
We break the kiss, loosening the embrace, and look into each
others eyes. You search my face, looking for a sign, afraid of
"Stop", hoping for "Yield".
I look down, and reach towards the top button on your shirt.
I grasp it, and undo it while gazing into your eyes. Your
breathing has slowed; you're afraid to move. Down your shirt I
go, undoing button after button. After I have finished, I draw
you close and kiss you again. Reaching towards your collarbones,
I put my palms on your shoulders, and running my hands over your
smooth skin, I push your shirt off of you and onto the floor.
You are not wearing a bra.
Looking down between us, your already erect nipples brushing
against my chest, you run your hands up and down my waist. I
shiver, and we smile. You pull my T shirt out of my Levi's and
pull it over my head.
Enjoying the feeling of our hands on our backs, we press
close again, your breasts flattening against my chest. We kiss,
not hesitating, our tongues greeting each other like two old
friends. Your pelvis presses mine again, but with a difference...
it encounters my stiffening penis. You chuckle huskily, and
wiggle your hips. I smile and tickle your short ribs. We fall to
the bed, giggling.
We roll together and, lying on our sides, embrace again. You
throw your leg over my hip and press your crotch to mine.
Taking the initiative, you kiss your way down my neck,
across my chest, and follow the hair to my navel. You tease me
with your tongue, looking up at me and smiling when I tense in
response. Turning back to your task, you undo the buttons of my
Levi's, one by one, exposing my cock. You rub it lightly with
your fingers, laying my fly open. You begin to kiss the glans,
which makes me start to move my hips. I lift my ass off the bed,
and you pull the jeans down to my knees. Lifting my legs, you
pull them off, taking my socks with them.
The Levi's land in a heap upon the floor.
You sit back, legs folded under you, facing me from at my
feet. Looking down at your breasts, you reach up, holding them up
with your hands, then slowly rubbing your fingers over your
nipples. My cock, already erect, is beginning to pulse with every
beat of my heart, my breath short as I watch you fondle your
nipples.
Ever so slowly, with a saucy smile, you reach down to your
white shorts, pushing them down, taking your panties with them.
Your closely trimmed bush is exposed at last, and you sit back to
take your short off the rest of the way.
They join the Levi's in the heap on the floor.
You bend over my penis again, taking it into your your
mouth. You lick it, suck it gently, and kiss the glans. I put my
hand on your neck, and you look up. Let me return the favor, I
say, and slide down the bed. You sigh, and straddle my torso,
letting your pussy lower slowly over my eager face.
I run my hands over your smooth ass as you again take my
waiting cock into your mouth. I read down to your pussy lips,
already puffy with passion, and gently hold them apart. Slowly,
teasingly, I run my tongue over your slit, tasting your juices.
You moan, involuntarily, as I lick your damp pussy from back to
front and back again. Pulling your hood back with my fingers, I
touch my tongue to your clit for the first time. You gasp, and my
cock pops out of your mouth as you sit back, pressing your crotch
to my face. Your hips begin to move in small circles as I lick
your clit and pussy. Mmmmmmmm.
Turn around, I say, and you swing your leg over my head and
position yourself the other way, knees on either side of my
waist. You reach down, run your fingers into my long hair, and
kiss and lick your juices out my facial hair. I smile and kiss
you as much as I can.
Meanwhile, your pussy has been rubbing on my cock, the shaft
parting your lips and your dripping slit lubricating my cock. You
are getting more and more excited, and I pull you up and roll my
hips, thrusting my hard hard cock into the air, pointed at your
wet, waiting cunt. My aim is true, and you impale yourself on my
pole, slamming all the way down.
Simultaneously, I moan and you gasp, almost crying out.
With my cock buried deep inside you, all the way to your
cervix, you wiggle your hips, loving the feeling of my hard cock
snug, tight, inside your warm wet canal. You raise your hips, and
begin to move them up and down, clenching your muscles on the
upstroke, relaxing on the downstroke. This gets me, impossibly,
even longer and harder and you cry out each time my glans thrusts
against, and frequently in, your cervix.
I match you, stroke for stroke, your hair falling about your
face as you gaze down at me, arms locked, hands on either side of
my chest. I reach up, fondle your breasts and you moan even
louder when I suck your nipple between my lips, hard.
You move faster, I move faster, your arms moving to about my
neck, my hands on your shoulders from behind and we slam
together, harder and harder and harder and my cock explodes and I
shoot come into your pussy and I trigger your orgasm and both our
hips tremble from the intensity of it and you collapse onto my
chest, my pulsing throbbing cock still inside you and neither of
us can speak.
A minute goes by, two, and you roll off of me to the side,
my cock cool in the naked air, and our breathing slows and the
light from the lamps dances about the walls and ceilings in
delight.
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