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First Meeting
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Archive-name: 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 favour, 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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