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By *oot OP Man
over a year ago
Boston |
As I approached the door I felt nervous. After all, we had only ever met in a virtual world – would the reality match up? Would she still be keen when she saw me in the flesh? Where would this lead?
I looked for a bell push but as my hand reached out the door swung ajar and there she was! My breath caught. Her blonde, deliberately tousled hair, her wonderful figure dressed in those tight jeans and casual pink t-shirt - a little short, giving, even in that first fleeting glance, a glimpse of bare midriff - the really high heels with the beautifully manicured toes peeking out, but most of all, those piercing blue eyes and incredible luscious red lips smiling, showing wonderful white teeth – oh my God!! I noticed the tattoo on her upper arm, a picture of herself on a motor bike, confirming that it was really her – suddenly she was real!
Even with the heels she was looking up at me and I stared back down in a bit of a daze. She was actually there! We were actually meeting! We both reached a hand out toward each other, her left and my right and I noticed the exquisitely painted nails as we touched for the first time. A little shock seemed to run up my arm and I shivered involuntarily.
“Are you cold?” were her first words and a small frown appeared on that perfect visage.
“No, not at all.” I replied. “How are you?”.
“Better for seeing you” she said, smiling again.
She gently pulled me over the doorstep and pushed the door closed. Automatically, as she reached up I leaned down and our lips touched. The mouth that I had lusted after in pictures and in online chats turned out to be as amazing as had been promised as we hungrily explored each other’s passion.
We leaned into each other and I knew that she would already be aware of how aroused I was. She smelled as good as she looked with a muskiness tinged with sweetness that was wafting around me – every sense in my body was tingling.
We broke away a little breathlessly and she smiled up at me again. With a little gesture of her head she beckoned and turned away, holding onto my hand as she did so. I followed her along the hallway and straight up the stairs in front of us. As she moved up, her hips swayed in front of my eyes and it took all of my willpower not to grab for her there and then.
Briefly looking back with that enigmatic smile again, she led me into the bedroom then turned and once again we moved into each other’s arms.
The smell of her was intoxicating and my tongue hungrily explored the sweetness and slightly peppermint freshness of her mouth. My hands moved up and down her back, touching briefly the cool, bare skin of her lower back, as she in turn pulled herself into me and I could feel her softness pressing against me.
Gently, she disengaged and, pulling away slightly, started to unbutton my shirt, looking up at me and smiling the whole time. Her hands roamed across my chest, ruffling the hair a little, then moved around my sides and up my back. Gently, she eased my shirt down from my shoulders and pulled it down over my hands and then leaned into me and we kissed once more. She ran her hands over my chest again, tweaking my nipples hard causing me to gasp! A little giggle – more of a dirty laugh – and then she continued to explore my mouth with her tongue.
My hands roamed down her back and over the tight, firm rise of her buttocks. I explored her shape, tight, yet curvy, everything perfectly formed and unbelievably sexy. I couldn’t actually comprehend that this was really happening. I pulled her into me again and our groins pressed against each other, my excitement obvious.
I coaxed her t-shirt over her head and she shook her wonderful blonde tousled hair out as my eyes devoured the lacy black flimsy cotton enclosing her full breasts which seemed to be straining against their imprisonment. I followed the line of her cleavage and started to visualise the delights they promised.
Her hands dropped to my crotch and followed the line of my cock through my jeans as I got harder and harder. Barely touching, I traced the line of her shoulders and down her arms, then stroked softly down her back with the backs of my fingers.
She shivered and I said with a smile “Are you cold?”. “Not at all!” she replied, also smiling.
Lowering herself onto one knee she started to undo my belt. Pulling it apart she then continued with the two buttons at the top and very slowly pulled the zip down. Grasping the sides of my jeans she pulled them down easing them over me as she struggled a little to free me from their confines. A little gasp and then she looked up at me with a broad grin and her tongue licked her lips. My jeans fell around my ankles and I kicked them away as she grasped me with both hands.
I looked down on the top of her head as she started to lick and suck around the tip of my cock. The sensations coursed through my body as I looked down and my legs nearly gave way as she grasped my balls with one hand and squeezed a little. Greedily she took the whole of my helmet into her mouth and moved up and down. Pulling away slightly, she let drip a small stream of saliva onto the end and then swallowed me again. I hooked my fingers into her hair and pushed up and down in the same rhythm. Hardly able to contain the whole of my enormously distended bell end, she nearly choked as she swallowed as much as she could of me.
Leaning over slightly I undid the clasp at the back of her bra noticing the small decorative tattoos on her body that I recognised from our virtual contact. Reaching down I pulled her up and at the same time released those wonderful orbs slinging the flimsy material of the bra across the room. Cupping each breast I bent down and gently nibbled her left nipple, teeth nipping as the areole contracted a little and the tip grew hard. My right hand tweaked and stroked her other nipple and she moaned.
Moving down, licking and stroking, I moved onto my knees. My hands moved around and down her back as my tongue traced a line down her amazingly flat stomach.
I stopped for a short while at her belly button and teased the stud that was there, tracing circles around until continuing down to the top of her jeans. Fiddling with the buttons at the top of her jeans I managed to undo them and pulling the zip down, sliding them down her incredible legs. She, in turn, stepped away from them after kicking her heels off. As she stepped down from her shoes she suddenly looked tiny and a little vulnerable.
Her black lacy knickers were now all that remained to hide the glorious delights that I knew were waiting. My eyes and hands traced the shape of her fantastically toned legs, from her beautifully slim ankles, up her muscled, smooth calves, and then to her equally firm yet velvety soft–skinned thighs. Continuing up over her firm buttocks, lingering a little to properly explore the shape through the silky scrap of material still in place I gradually stood up. All the time, whilst my hands were moving slowly over the Venus in front of me my tongue was tasting and exploring, licking and lapping in every part that I could reach and I was kissing and nibbling as I went.
Finally standing I suddenly, in one movement, picked her up, turned and threw her onto the bed. She bounced a little and her arms flew wide and her hair went everywhere. She lay there looking up at me with that little smile on her face again and her lips slightly parted.
Standing there for a second I drank in the perfection of her beautiful toned body, wonderfully full breasts, tipped with large aureoles surrounding and framing her aroused hard nipples, those legs that went on forever and the dark covered area that remained to be discovered. I then lowered myself down next to her on the bed looking into her eyes the whole time. Starting at her neck, using the back of my hand, gently and slowly, I stroked down the length of her body, feeling her silky smooth skin, between her breasts, over her flat stomach, causing a flutter as I went down, until I reached the top of the small piece of silk that was all that was left of any modesty.
As I shifted down the bed, I pulled her knickers down as she raised her hips to allow them to be lowered. Discarding them, I dipped my head and started to lick and kiss around the top of her legs, gradually moving around and around getting closer to her centre. Her hips rose again to meet me and I reached up and massaged her breasts with both hands while all the time kissing as I got closer and closer. Her legs parted and I viewed her lips and the wonderful smooth shape of her. I tasted her and realised that she was already very wet, her juices starting to flow. Licking all around, I felt the edge of her labia with my tongue, lapping those juices as she pushed up toward me. I moved up and down with my lips sucking and pulling gently at her lips and then began to concentrate at the top as I felt the hardness of her clit starting to increase. She was moaning a little and moving to help as I focused on sucking and pulling and licking as she became more and more aroused. My hands moved to help, around her buttocks, running down the crack, holding the mounds firmly so as to push her toward me and then moving to the front, entering her a little with the tips of my fingers to feel her getting wetter and wetter. As I pushed in with first one then two fingers, all the time licking her, I felt her pushing my head, her fingers entwined in my hair as she strove to increase the pressure from my mouth.
I could feel her insides, as I moved my fingers in and out, my tongue and lips working and worrying at her centre. Her taste was sweet, the sensation of her wetness making me more and more focused. Her legs wrapped around me, squeezing me and making it difficult to breathe. It didn’t matter. She was starting to writhe and squirm as she became more and more aroused, finding it difficult to stay in control. I could hear her moaning quietly and her breath was getting more and more ragged as she bucked and struggled.
Suddenly, she released me from what had become a vice-like grip with her legs, pulled my head up as she moved her own down toward me, started to kiss me and, as I kissed her back, she licked her own juices from my mouth. She reached down and grasped my cock hard, and then guided me into her with one hand, the other grasping my buttocks and pulling me further and further in, her nails digging into my bum painfully, a sharp exquisite pain. Her legs, once again, wrapped around me, this time around my waist, helping to join us together as I pushed into her as hard as I could, then pulled back a little and then thrust forward again.
As we rocked backwards and forwards and she moaned and kissed me hard on the mouth, my hand found her breast and pulled and tweaked her nipple and she gasped again. As we found a rhythm our tongues moved in and out in time.
I reached down to her bum with both hands and lifted her as I pulled myself up onto my knees. Still moving in and out, I looked down onto her as I was able to enter her deeper and deeper. Her face was frowning in concentration and her hair was in complete disarray framing her head. Her legs were still tightly clamped around my waist as she thrust in time with me.
As we got faster and faster the pressure built up until it became almost unbearable and we were both panting, our skin was getting slippery and I could see a flush appearing around her neck.
She shifted slightly and that was enough as I went over the edge – at the same time, she shuddered and cried out, again and again. With every shudder I felt myself cum into her in enormous spurts, each time accompanied with a stab of my hips and hammered by an equivalent ramming motion from her.
With a huge blast of energy and a cry from the base of my throat I thrust for a final time and was met with a corresponding equal and opposite force. Our bodies arced as the climax detonated through our bodies in a shuddering, juddering, quivering explosion.
We collapsed in an exhausted damp heap and I lay on my back looking up at the ceiling with my arm around her shoulders, our bodies touching along their full length. Even though completely exhausted I was totally aware of her presence next to me and every fibre in my body tingled.
“Oh. My. God!” I pronounced, panting. She looked at me sideways and smiled. “Ok?” she asked? I smiled back, “Oh yes!!”.
All the time looking at me and smiling she reached down and took my still half-erect cock in her hand. Retaining eye contact she moved down and took me in her mouth, licking me, tasting and swallowing. It was so amazingly erotic.
Even so, I wasn’t ready and after a short while she moved back up the bed and we cuddled, arms around each other, naked skin against naked skin.
As we lay there we started to talk and the truism of the fact that the brain is the most erotic organ in the body struck me. Although an obvious beauty, the real attraction of this lovely woman was her personality. As much as I could look at her for hours if allowed, I would rather be with someone who stimulated my mind and this woman did that all day long. She was witty and intelligent in equal measure and we were able to converse easily as though we had known each other all our lives.
Of course, after a while another matter started to raise its ugly head again – but that’s a story for another chapter......
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