our first meeting
I was intrigued. I had welcomed a couple onto the bbs that
I
frequent, and was surprised when I received an enthusiastic
reply from
them. They'd read and enjoyed several of my stories,
and we began a
regular exchange. As it turned out, it was Linda that did
most of the
writing in the letters, while Randy added his comments
every once in a
while. Our letters became more and more intimate, hotter,
and sexier as
time went by. We started out with friendly exchanges, and
my giving some
tips about pussy shaving, a favorite "kink"
of mine. Linda's enthusiasm
intrigued me more and more. I'd known women who like
sex, and a few who
really enjoyed it, but damn few who would sit and talk about
it openly. I
could feel a certain electricity between us, one that had
nothing to do
with computers, modems or phone lines.
They had sent in some intimate pictures to the bbs and the
sysop digitized
them. As soon as I could I downloaded them. I was eager to
see what
Linda looked like, and equally curious about her husband.
Randy was
enjoying the fruits of our labors at the keyboard. Linda
would read my
messages and reply, then, by her own admission, take out
her frustrations
on her husband. I enjoyed hearing that, if for no other reason
than it
was bringing them pleasure and happiness. I was curious
to see what these
people looked like, and see them in intimate positions.
The pictures
didn't show their faces but I was more than pleased.
Linda has nipples
that when erect are long and sexy. Her figure pleased me
too. She is in
good shape, real shape, unlike some of the men's magazine
models with
their airbrushed and sculpted bodies. I was also curious
about her
husband, and saw that he wasn't one of those Mr. Olympia
clones. Like I
said, these are real people.
I had mentioned in a letter that I would be in their area in
Sept-
ember, for a weekend charity event, and suggested it would
be fun to meet
at least two of my "fans". I wasn't making
a play to get into bed with
her (or them...and I'm very straight thank you). I
really just expected
to meet them, have dinner, and get to know them, even though
I left the
details open-ended. As time went by, we flirted with the
idea of a more
intimate evening, and soon found ourselves setting it
up. My fingers
nervously danced over the keyboard each time I thought
about it. I don't
have any real experience in what is commonly called "swinging",
thus the
meeting came down to Linda and I meeting in an Italian restaurant.
I arrived about fifteen minutes early and went inside.
I had tried
to leave us both a graceful exit in case neither of us was
what the other
expected. "No expectations" I'd said.
This way, if either of us got cold
feet at the last moment the ego-injuries would be minimized.
I was
sitting at a small, high table on a barstool, positioned
so that I could
see both doors, and so that she could see that I was alone.
The bar was
crowded at one end with fiftyish men talking about the last
great war, and
old high school days. A couple sat in a booth not far away,
and I looked
them over carefully, trying to see if both of them had come
down.
A football game was on the TV, letting me distract myself
from my
nervous anticipation. An attractive woman entered the
restaurant and
paused by the door. Dark haired, well dressed, and in her
early thirties,
she seemed to match my expectations. The door opened again,
and several
people joined her, laughing as they were led to a table.
Nervously, I
stubbed out my cigarette and told myself to relax. Texas
scored against
Colorado in the college football game, and I let myself
relax. I thought
about another drink, then saw a woman enter the bar through
the far door.
I looked at her, noting her hair was light, almost blonde
(a real weakness
of mine), and that she was nicely dressed. It took two heartbeats
for me
to realize that this was Linda, her eyes scanning the room
as mine must
have done when I entered. I watched as she walked closer,
and smiled when
I saw her light green eyes. "I can't be THIS lucky."
I thought to myself
with a sudden intake of breath. "Linda?" I asked.
She smiled and her
eyes locked with mine. Her reply was lost to my long-term
memory, I was
held spellbound by her eyes, and her radiant smile.
Linda slipped onto the stool next to me and we smiled at each
other.
There was a long moment when we didn't need to talk.
Images and ideas
that we'd discussed electronically flashed through
my mind quickly, and
now I felt like a giddy teenager again. I asked her if she'd
like a
drink, and went to the bar, ordering for us both. This gave
her time to
look me over, and me time to slow my hearbeat down and get
back to earth.
I returned with the drinks and sat down. Linda was nervous
too, and I
recognized it from my own first-hand experience. We began
talking, get-
ting to know each other. The more we talked, the more I liked
her. I
began relaxing, enjoying her company, smiling and laughing
at some of the
things we had in common. It might have seemed to her that
I avoided
looking at her, and I did to some degree. I kept getting lost
in her eyes
and wanting to hold her.
We moved into the dining area, being seated in a booth. After
all day
in the sun doing volunteer work for a charity event, I was
ready for some
good Italian pasta. We talked more, and the more we talked
the more I
knew that there was something else passing between us.
I kept looking at
her eyes, and her smile, having to mentally force myself
to listen and not
get lost in those sparkling green eyes.
We finished dinner, still talking about life in general,
and things
that pleased us, places we'd been or remembered, and
trips we'd taken. We
were both relaxing, but there was still that pulse-quickening
tension
between us. The waitress brought the check, and Linda offered
to split it
with me. "No, I'll get it. And there's no
commitment involved, remember?"
I said. It was the least I could do to repay her for her company.
"Shall we continue this someplace a little more private?"
I asked.
This was the critical juncture, and I took the risks. I let
her know that
I was not going to get cold-feet, and now it was up to her.
Linda smiled
and nodded slightly. "Sure, I'd love to."
she said, her eyes flashing. We
left, driving the few blocks back to my hotel. The night
had turned a bit
blustery, a cool, gusty wind kicking up.
We rode the elevator to the second floor, too short of a trip
to have
any imaginative fun. I'm unsure of who was more nervous.
I unlocked the
door and entered, snapping on the lights and holding the
door for her.
Linda wanted to call Randy, her husband, and let him know
that things were
going well. I tried to be discreet, but in a hotel room there
isn't much
one can do, and I thought waiting in the bathroom would be
too strange.
Linda sat on the bed next to the phone, and I caught a glimpse
of the
lacy tops to her dark stockings under her skirt. I passed
over the idea
of teasing her while she was on the phone. When she finished,
we spent a
few more tension filled moments talking before I took her
hands and helped
her stand. She stood in front of me, close, her green eyes
looking into
mine intently. I bent down to her, our lips met, and it felt
as though we
would melt into each other's mouths.
The intensity of that kiss ignited fires within me, and
I wanted
more. My hands pulled her closer, her breasts warm against
my chest. I
wanted to hold her close, kiss her until Armageddon. We
must have kissed
for nearly a full minute.
"I take it you're not disappointed?"
"Oh, no! Not at all!"
And our lips met again. Each kiss became a lifetime of its
own, a
library of passion condensed into moments. Our hands explored,
touched,
caressed each other. My hands slipped under her top, finding
a soft,
silky material concealed underneath. I made a pleased
sound, still
kissing her, and felt her press against me more. Her top
slipped over her
head moments later, revealing her sexy corslet (at least
I think that's
what they're called. Like a bodysuit but it looks like
a corset). I loved
it of course, as it told me that she was looking forward to
an intimate
night when she got dressed.
I ran my hands over her skin, touching her everywhere I could.
We
kissed more and more, our fires ignited, flaring up with
each new touch or
caress. I bent further down and mouthed one of her breasts
through the
sheer material, making her hiss softly. How long had it
been since we'd
started? Four, five months of teasing? Our extended mental
foreplay now
came back, and we were enjoying the emotions welling up,
threatening to
carry us away. I pulled the fabric down, exposing her nipple,
and began to
lick and suck her lovely nip into hardness. Linda's
hands slid through my
hair, pulling me to her chest, her body writhing as I licked
her.
I knew then that we couldn't stop, not even if we wanted
to. Only the
hotel burning down would stop us, and even then I wasn't
too sure. Linda's
skirt fell to the floor, revealing a g-string that matched
her corslet,
and I knelt, kissing her thighs and her mons. I was in heaven.
Her legs
are soft, sensual, and I could tell that each touch was making
her tingle
all over.
I stood up again, kissing her passionately, pulling her
against me
and cupping her ass. I couldn't wait to spread her legs
and lick her into
a frenzy. Now it was Linda's turn, and she began unsnapping
the western-
style shirt that I wore. Her hands went quickly to my belt,
and my jeans
slid down, revealing a pair of concealing boxer shorts
(although they
weren't concealing very well right then!). I kicked
off my boots, and
Linda's hand found it's way through my shorts,
her hand wrapping around me
as she kissed me with a soul-melting fire.
Linda knelt to help me out of my jeans, and shorts. She leaned
forward once my shorts were off, and began sucking the head
of my cock
lightly. I gasped as she moved down, and again as she flicked
her tongue
underneath on her way up. I removed my shirt, tossing it
aside, watching
her suck me with a lovely enthusiasm. I pulled her to her
feet and kissed
her again, this time the bare skin of our bodies creating
a bonfire of
passion.
I laid her on the bed, and knelt on the floor. I kissed and
licked
her thighs, moving ever closer to her barely covered pussy.
The g-string
concealed little, just enough to entice me closer. I worked
my way up her
legs, until my lips nibbled at the side of her pussy. Linda
writhed and
moved with sensual grace on the bed, telling me over and
over how good it
felt.
My fingers moved the g-string aside, exposing her shaved
pussy and
the small patch of soft hair just above her clit. I smiled,
knowing that
Linda had shaved herself earlier, just for me. My tongue
snaked out and
touched her, just below her clit, then I let it rise, flicking
lightly
over her button.
"Ooohh!" Linda sighed, arching her hips upwards.
"Ooh GOD! You do
that so well!"
I smiled, thinking I'd hardly started. Her flattery
worked though,
making me feel good, and urging me on. I found myself enjoying
everything
about eating her pussy. From the soft sighs escaping from
her lips to the
succulent warmth of her legs against my ears. I licked and
teased, probed
with my tongue, working it deeper inside her, then quickly
changing to
lick her clit.
Her first orgasm caught me by surprise. Quite often I can
tell when
a woman is close by the way their hips move. But Linda is different.
Each
time she came, it was like a wave washed over her from out
of nowhere,
making her gasp and thrust her pussy towards me, then withdraw.
But not
for long, as either my tongue chased after her, or she returned
for more.
And I loved each moment, each undulation of her body, each
sigh, each
facial expression.
I finally got on the bed and our lips met again. Linda had
ignited my
"other side", the side that wants to give and
give until the passions
overwhelm us both. We rolled over, with her on top, and I
sucked her
sensitive nipples. Linda's nipples are long and sexy,
and when hard they
stand up over a half-inch. My tongue flicked each one inside
my mouth,
and my lips tugged and pulled on them. The effect was beautiful,
with
Linda gasping and enjoying every moment. My hands caressed
her thighs,
cupped her ass, teasing her all over.
"Oh! God! Oh, I want you inside me!" she whispered
passionately in my
ear. Her hips found my cock, pushing it upright against
her vulva as she
rocked back and forth. The soft, sensual texture of her
skin, the warm
wetness that moistened my shaft roused part of the animal
in me, and I
wanted to stuff myself deep inside of her right then.
Alas, more practial matters needed to be considered, and
we
restrained ourselves, waiting, putting off that moment
we both knew would
come, letting the fires build more and more. Instead Linda
took her turn
licking and sucking. I must admit, I've always been
a bit difficult to
bring off orally, but Linda's playfulness, her teasing
and enthusiasm got
me very close twice. Each time, Linda changed her movements.
Each time my
eyes rolled back and I enjoyed the wonderous feelings.
Her tongue explor-
ed the sensitive area under my balls. She flicked her tongue
over the
hard ridge on the underside, teased the head with her warm,
darting
tongue. Linda even sucked on my balls, running her tongue
over them while
they were cradled in her warm mouth. When she did that, then
sucked me
again, I could feel the urge building.
Linda then did something few women have done to me and too
few times.
I felt her lips moving down, down, all the way until her nose
touched my
skin. I looked, and in the dimness of the room, I could see
that Linda had
all of my cock deep in her mouth. The feeling was exquisite.
I was totally
breathless. She slowly ascended, my throbbing cock aching
for just that
unique, special touch that would send my sperm shooting
into her mouth.
But Linda had found a new toy, and she eagerly took me all
the way again,
bouncing up and down at the bottom of my cock.
I couldn't stand just laying there anymore, and begged
her to move
over me, so I could suck that sweet, sensitive pussy again.
Linda did
move, straddling over me in a warm, blissful 69 position.
I let my hands
slide over her back, over her ass to spread her open. I raised
up, her
moist fragrance filling my head, I began eating her pussy
like I'd been
denied it for too long.
There we were, two very oral, very giving people, locked
in a long,
sensual, erotic sixty-nine. Linda sucked my cock, I sucked
her pussy. No,
perhaps it would be better to say we gobbled each other up.
I, for one,
wanted to shove my tongue inside her and feel her cum and
cum, feel her
pussy clamping down on my probing tongue, feel her shake
and quiver on top
of me.
My mind blanked. I don't know how long we remained like
that. I don't
even know if Linda climaxed more than once. Her warm, soft,
sensual skin
in my hands, my lips, against my face, all combined to float
me on a
dreamy cloud of pleasure. I do know I didn't want it
to end, I wanted to
remain there, tasting her, licking her, feeling her writhe
on top of me,
feel her mouth on me. Timelessness. After a long while,
we paused and I
reminded Linda of a fantasy that I'd written, about
us in the shower. Her
smile told me that she wanted to experience that and we entered
the
bathroom, touching kissing and eager for more of each other.
In the shower, soap made her skin silky and slippery. We
kissed and
touched each other, enjoying the warm water and the warmer
fires that
water alone could not quench. I sat on the floor of the tub-style
hotel
shower, letting Linda straddle me and using my hands for
added support.
With her sexy snatch just above me, she squatted down, my
tongue flicking
and sliding between her legs. I could watch her face, even
though water
splashed into my face and ran down her thighs, I could see
her pleasure
reflected in her expressions. I wanted to gobble her up,
eat her until
she couldn't stand up, then do it some more. After a
few minutes, Linda
came, her hand gripping my hair as she cried out softly.
I stood up, holding her and letting my hands caress her along
with
the warm water. Our lips met, and we held each other. I washed
her hair
for her, something I like to do, and then Linda returned
the pleasure,
sucking me while sitting on the floor. It was as if I were
in paradise,
and it didn't seem to end. I didn't let Linda suck
me off, rather I
wanted to save that a little longer, so that we'd both
cum close together.
We left the shower, drying off and returning to the bed.
If, dear reader, you get the idea that this was more than
a hot roll
in the hay, you'd be right. What made this so special
was that we already
had a history behind us. Our messages and heated fantasies,
exchanged
over three or four months, had brought us close together,
built up that
electricity. Meeting her was like meeting a good friend
for the first
time in years, yet it also was like a first-date in high school,
where
you're both nervous. And during dinner, we found that
we really LIKED each
other. That, to me, made this a very special night.
We stopped, taking a break, to cuddle and hold each other.
Holding
Linda made me feel warm and satisfied, even though I hadn't
yet come. I
could tell that she was enjoying the things I did, the way
I touched her,
and that was what was important. And we kissed. And kissed.
My hands
caressed her face, her light green eyes sparkling, even
in the darkness.
Beside the bed was a heap of clothes, and I was in no hurry
to see
them used again. My hands had to touch her, anywhere, everywhere.
Linda
was sexy beyond my dreams, and she radiated an aura that
captivated me.
Once we'd regained a little of our composure we moved
into the
ultimate intimacy. Linda lay on her back, her legs against
my sides.
Slowly, gently, I entered her, the rapture of it making
us both gasp with
pleasure. Our loins met, and somehow we both wanted more.
I wanted to be
deeper, closer to her, and Linda arched up, her legs pulling
me tighter. I
slid my hands under her arms, leaning down and kissing her
with joyful
passion and pleasure. It felt to me as if we both wanted to
cry out our
passions at the top of our lungs.
Again, timelessness. Time didn't matter. It ceased
to exist. We were
joined. Oneness. As we moved, I watched Linda's face,
her expressions
arousing me and pleasing me at the same time. I slowed and
stopped, deep
inside her, then flexed my cock as hard as I could. Linda's
eyes opened,
and her gazed locked on mine. Her eyes seemed to flare and
shine, then I
flexed again. Linda squeezed back, and we began moving
again, our bodies
united, rocking to a primal beat.
We changed positions, several times. Time mattered not
at all now,
and the thought hung in my mind that we could well go through
every
position in the Kama Sutra before the night was out. From
missionary to
female superior to doggy style, we change positions as
someone's limbs
gave out. I was beyond my own primal urges -- watching Linda
ride me or
writhe under me, cumming and cumming was as pleasurable
as cumming myself.
I let myself get lost in her slippery, sensual pussy, feeling
her spasm
around my cock. We moved into a scissor position, with me
straddling one
of her legs, holding the other high as I thrust in and out.
Linda was enjoying it too. Every so often, as she came, she
would
begin to cry out, cutting them off because of our being in
a hotel. Each
of her cries brought my cock to full hardness, and fanned
a burning urge.
Even though we sometimes laughed briefly at her outbursts,
it was getting
to me. Had this been a Twilight Zone episode and we'd
discovered ourselves
being watched by curious aliens I wouldn't have minded.
As long as we were
together, able to touch and hold each other...that was
all that I needed.
As if the 12 Gods were looking down on us, the sky lit with
a flash
of lightning, surprising us both. Rain began shortly afterwards,
with
several more lightning bolts adding to our already passionate
evening. It
was as if we were being given applause by nature herself,
a dramatic
addition to our passions. Our movements intensified,
thrusting hard
against each other, then slowed, becoming gentle, enjoying
all of the
sensations, savoring each one.
Somewhen we parted, and I began to lick her thighs, her ass,
suck on
her nipples, kiss her all over. I couldn't get enough
of Linda, her
sensual curves, the sound of her sighs, the warmth of her
skin, the warmth
of her caress. I moved up and slid my cock between her succulent
breasts,
her hands pushing them together, my fingers rolling and
tugging on her
nipples for her. Linda was enjoying the feeling of my hot-blooded
shaft
pressed tightly to her chest, licking the head as I thrust
forward. When
she looked up at me, a wry smile came over my face.
Something I'd written about once came to mind, and
I moved down so my
balls were over her mons. I began pumping my cock with my
fist, letting
my balls bounce and sway, brushing against her mons, sometimes
flopping
against her pussy and sending deep vibrations to her clit.
The look on her
face was one of enjoyment, sexy appreciation. Using one
hand to pump the
other played with her nipples, teasing them.
I began to fantasize, telling Linda to imagine herself
being eaten,
on the floor of a college locker room, a sexy young woman
sucking her clit
while I straddled her. Linda's eyes closed tight,
her hips rose slightly,
my balls slapping her mons.
"Think of that Asian-Pacific woman you told me about."
I whispered.
"Her ass in the air, her tongue deep inside you, wriggling,
her lips
sucking you, all of us naked on the floor, and you're
cumming in her
mouth, just as I'm about to cum in yours."
Linda's head moved from side to side, her hips rocking,
hands
squeezing her breasts. I could feel my own welling orgasm,
and I knew
that I would be cumming very soon.
"Ohh, cum in my mouth." Linda said softly. "You
can do it. Let me
taste you."
My hand moved up and down with blazing speed, my stomach
tightening,
and my legs getting stiff. Awkwardly I moved up.
"I'm...gonna..cum...in your...mouth...NOW!"
I cried.
Linda grabbed my cock, raising her head, her lips sucking
me as I
began to spurt. The universe shrank, fading away. The sensation
of being
pulled through a black hole coursed through my body, and
slowly, very
slowly, I began to sense reality again. Linda was gently
sucking and
licking my cock, my trembling body, breathless, hovered
over her. Her
hands caressed me, and my cock slipped from her lips. I had
some trouble
getting my toes to uncurl.
I moved down, on all fours over her, and kissed her, thanking
her for
that wonderful orgasm. Thanking her for being such a beautifully
sensual
lover, for being her!
Grayness, darkness, weary, sleepy. I don't recall
after that too
much, save for holding her, teasing a nipple here, kissing
her there. I
floated on that soft, hazy afterglow, where nothing is
as important as
being close. It was somewhere around one in the morning,
perhaps two, I
don't recall, when we paused. Something like four
or five hours of pure
joy had passed between us, and it wasn't enough to sate
my appetite for
her. Sleep overtook us, arms and legs wrapped around each
other.
The next morning we knew that we must part. This was a difficult
time, as neither of us wanted it to end abruptly. The morning
was filled
with soft, sensual touches, and my tongue finding her just
as sensitive,
just as inviting as the night before. We both knew that we
must part, yet
the urge for one more touch, one more kiss, one more... well,
we finally
held each other, close, before dressing to leave.
Linda called her husband while I checked out, letting him
know that
she was on her way home, on her way back to the love of her life.
We
walked out into the rain freshened parking lot, and said
our goodbyes. I
will always remember that. The rain-freshened air, a slight
breeze, the
sun chasing the morning chill away, and the warmth of Linda's
kiss, and
her beautiful green eyes. I watched her drive off, already
thinking of the
next time....
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