You telephone, your almost here, ten minutes away, ten minutes before I get to see you, before I get the chance to really see you, to hold you in my arms, hug you, hold you so close, feel you, show me that its not just a dream. My insides are alive, scared, not of you, but of what you are going to think of me, I know you have seen me online many times, but will you really like me when you see me face to face.
I direct you in the last few turns and run down the stairs to greet you, I stand by the gate my heart pounding as I see your car pull up in the street and you get out. I cant move, cant speak, just stand there for a moment aghast with your beauty, wow your stunning, so much better than those tiny postage stamp size pictures I have seen of you in the many that you sent me over the years.
Suddenly I wish I was better looking, had the body of a athlete or body builder, at least that of a younger man. A brief panic runs through me, what if you think I'm not good enough.
I walk over to your car, a polite hug and kiss on cheek, not pushing things, aware we are in public and you may be embarrassed. I pick up your bags and we head for the front door of the flat and the coffee machine and cups laid out ready after your long drive down. We climb up the stairs, you in front, smelling your sweet perfume, I so want to grab hold of you, throw the bags and rip off your clothes and make love to you right there on the stairs, its been so long I have had to wait, but I restrain, and we climb on up to the top, closing the sliding door to my flat and pulling the curtain across that blocks out the draughts as well as the sound, yes you could scream in here as I made love to you, and I so hope that I can make love to you so that you do scream, but in pleasure!
Putting your bags down I help you off with your coat, you kick off your shoes and I show you where the toilet is, letting you go while I pour your coffee, I carry them through to the lounge and return in time to meet you on way back. I then give you a guided tour of the flat, show you the kitchen, bathroom, the bedrooms, the dining room and then we head for the lounge. You sit down on the sofa and I pass you your coffee, studying your beauty as you sip, I sit beside you, the music playing softly in background we chat, trying to break that initial ice, I see you slowly relaxing after driving, sinking further in to the sofa.
You put your cup down on the small table, at last your hand is free, I can wait no longer, I need to have contact, I take your hand in mine giving it a light squeeze then stroking it, running my fingers up and down yours, feeling how soft and small they are compared to mine. I raise it to my lips and gently kiss the back of your hand, slowly Paul slowly I tell myself, don’t frighten this beauty away, she may not want you as bad as you want her.
I look into your eyes, and we just sit for a minute, not talking, but still saying so much. You can see the want in my eyes and you can sense that I so want to hold you close to me, you can see how deep my breathing is, at last you get to see some of the love I have inside me for you which has grown over the years we have chatted on the computer. You can see I mean you no harm, that I am gentle, that I will not hurt you, that I’m there with only one agenda, to please you and make you feel so safe and wanted.
I stand up, go over and turn the music to a different playlist and then I come back and stand in front of you, not saying a word I hold out my hands and grasp yours, pulling you up from the sofa so you stand in front of me, still holding your hands I lean forward and looking into your deep blue eyes our lips meet for the first time, soft and gentle we kiss, oh glorious, my heart pounding inside, trying its best to break free from the confines of my chest, my breathing erratic and heavy.
I loosen the grip with your hands and we pull each other closer, holding, hugging, forcing us tight together, our lips pressing tighter, with more urgency, each trying to devour the other, tongues meeting occasionally as the kiss becomes more passionate. Your arms around my neck, mine across your back, the palms of my hands stroking your shoulder blades and running up and down the centre. We gasp for breath, but are afraid to stop so we instantly return to kissing.
My body feels as if its bursting, I now know I was right, I had chosen the right lady, but at this very moment there is another thing on my mind that also seems so right, Oh I want you, but I want you in a animal type way, sexually, I want to rip your clothes right off and just take you here and now!.
My hands fall onto your bum, gently but firmly squeezing as we continue kissing, pulling you towards me, pulling you against the swelling in my trousers, letting you know that I really want you, that our bodies are ready for each other, that you have excited me so much that I am hard and swollen, you feel me throbbing and twitching against your mound as holding your cheeks I rub you on me from side to side.
You press your upper half close to me, I can feel those lovely breasts under the clothing, rubbing my chest, shouting out to me that they want attention. We break kissing to gain breath, and I begin to kiss you on the side of your neck as we hug tightly. Softly I kiss up and down your neck, just below your ear, gently nibbling the skin with my lips. As I move across your windpipe you raise your head and look upwards, eyes closed and I can hear you sigh.
Up and down the other side of your neck, one hand now pressing flat against your back pulling your breasts onto my chest, the other stroking your bum, still pulling you against my hardness. Your hands now on my head, pulling my lips harder onto you, trying to guide me to where the pleasure is the greatest. I return to your lips and feverishly we kiss, our tongues entwining, hands roaming across our backs, frightened to let go in case we slip from each others grip.
“Oh Paul” you whisper softly at first, then getting louder and stronger “Oh Paul”. You grasp either side of my face and look deeply into my eyes, I know what you are going to say, but I so want to hear you say it, so I wait. “Paul. Take me to bed!” its music to my ears, but I wonder if I just misheard, so as I look into those pools of beauty I wait till you say it again. “Oh Paul, Please take me to bed, make love to me now!”
I don’t need to hear it again, its what I’ve wanted for so long, my chance to make you want me the same way too, I am so eager to please you, dying inside to make you feel so special, to please you intimately, make you explode with pleasure. I kiss you and take you by the hand, leading you slowly towards the bedroom, knowing that we are going to please each other far beyond what either of us have experienced in the past.
The bedroom is warm, curtains drawn the light is low, low but bright enough, I light the candles on the mantelpiece above the open fire then turn to meet you as you advance into my arms. We kiss deeply as our hands play about each others bodies, your hands running over my chest and undoing the buttons of my shirt, my hands cupping under your breasts and gently rubbing them through the material. As I undo your buttons and let the material drift aside, I see the perfect breasts held firm by your bra, and I stoop to kiss the exposed flesh.
We both ease off each others tops at same time, letting them drop to the floor, not moving away from each other and not caring about folding them or anything else for that matter, there’s only one thing on our minds, and that's sex, to please and be pleased, to feel each other fully, to take and be taken, orgasm to follow orgasm. The goal we both want so much!
I slacken off your skirt, letting that drop to the floor in a pile with the other clothes, the sight of you in just a thong and your bra making me throb even harder, making undoing my trousers just that little harder for you. I feel my trousers drop around my ankles and feel you moving me to step out of them. I feel the bare skin of your ass cheeks in my palms, and continue to kiss you across the top of your breasts and up your neck. I feel your hand, flat at first slide across my stiff rod, then grasping through the material. You push your breasts up as if to say “Suck them…. Take my nipples”. Who am I to argue, I want them as much as you want me too.
I kiss you as my fingers find the clasp, I feel the elastic go slack and I feel your breast spring out against me. Easing the straps down your arms I take the bra away, revealing the most gorgeous breasts I have seen, those big pointing nipples that i had seen on the photographs you had shown me, but not really believed until i saw them in person, the teats standing out so badly wanting some attention, highlighted by the pink circles around them which draw the eyes and funnel your vision to the semi hard and erect teats in the centre.