5,840

The first time we met face to face was just over an hour ago at the airport. It was the first time I saw the face that I had dreamed about, the face I adored, the man that claimed me.

I saw you and I thought my heart would jump out of my chest - I can’t believe you didn’t see it pounding beneath the neckline of my dress.

We didn’t touch. I pointed out my suitcase and you took it off the conveyor belt. Somehow we made it to the car and you drove me to your house.

I know we talked on the ride but I don’t remember about what. All I remember is feeling waves of heat emanating from your skin. I watched your strong masculine hands on the steering wheel and heard the familiar timbre of your voice. The heat from your body was washing over me in waves making me weak and distracted.

Now we are standing just inside the doorway of your home. You have just shut the door behind you and set my suitcase down. Now you are looking down at me with warm brown eyes (oh god, your eyes are beautiful!) and standing almost too close to me. I can’t breathe and my heart is racing, pounding and blood is rushing in my ears.

I don’t know what you’re thinking and suddenly I am terrified. What if I’m not enough? What if I’m not thin enough or pretty enough? What if you have decided you’ve made a terrible mistake? What the hell was I thinking, flying all this way to be with a man I’ve never met - just a stupid cyber romance doomed to end in disappointment. I couldn’t bear it if you didn’t want me now that you have seen the flesh and blood me.

Suddenly I feel your hands cupping my face as you move closer to me. The feeling of your hands on my face makes a flush of heat wash through my body. You lower your head and I feel your lips on mine….a gentle brush of your mouth on mine, then sweet little kisses that pull my bottom lip between yours. Raising your head you say, “Baby… I’m so glad you’re here. You are so much more beautiful than I expected” And you draw me to you again, arms around me, bending me into you and your tongue parts my lips and you are kissing me - deeply and passionately with urgency and need. I can barely stand, your kissing is making me dizzy and something inside me opens. I am kissing you too - my hands in your hair and then stroking your back. I feel you press into me with your solid bulge and I grind against you. “Yes…” you whisper in my ear, “that’s the woman I know…”

Months of waiting for this is over. Months of talking and teasing and laughing and fantasy is now over. This is real. This is you. I know you, I want you and I need you now.

Pushing you away, I look at you. I see the lust in your face and I know that there is lust on mine. Oh baby, I have wanted to breathe in your skin and taste you for so long! Looking at you, I reach for your belt and unbuckle you. My eyes never leaving yours, I unzip your pants and find your cock. It’s thickness fills my hand, but I still look at your eyes. I pull on your cock and my hand is wet with the precum oozing from the tip. My eyes still on yours as I bring my wet fingers to my mouth and slowly lick your juices from my fingers. This is the first time I taste you… this is the first time I know the saltiness of you, the texture of you and I smile at you, knowing that I will be tasting you over and over and over again.

“Take off your clothes, baby…. Please?” You unbutton your shirt, shrugging it to the floor. I help you with your pants and as I push them off your hips, your cock brushes against my cheek. I curl my fist around it and kiss the wet tip, the skin wrapped tightly just below the exposed slit. I stroke the shaft and kiss my way down to your heavy balls. I nuzzle my face against your groin, your cock bobbing around my face. Looking up at you, I tell you how beautiful your cock is… how I’ve waited for it… how thick and hard you are and how much I want to suck you and how I want to feel you open me up with it. Oh baby, I can’t wait for you to fuck me with it.

You tell me that you need to fuck me now. We can play later, but right now you need to fuck me. I start to rise to me feet, but give your cock one lazy suck at the tip - tasting you again and I hear you moan.
You pull me to my feet and pull me to you again. Your mouth never leaves mine as you scoop me in your arms - my legs wrapping around your waist. Your tongue is in my mouth and you are holding me tight as you carry me to your room.

The first time.

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5840 = the number of orgasms you're going to have in the next year? :wink:

Seriously though, I'm happy for you. I especially like the part where his cock is in your face. That's exactly how I feel in that situation!
 
Very sexy stuff. I am willing to wear brown contacts and try that foreskin restoration thing if it means you might visit an airport near me!

As for the 5,840 - I suppose you plan to keep us in suspense. I'm reasonably certain it doesn't relate to orgasms, so I'm thinking flight numbers or the distance between you two. It's not divisible by 60 or 24 so it doesn't represent days or hours apart. If you don't want to tell the whole world, please PM me and stop me from obsessing mathematically.

(OMG - please tell me this isn't the 5,840th guy you've "visited"!)
 
this brings back memories...
(just a stupid cyber romance that ended in disappointment.)
Still hot!!
 
Only men would read this and start thinking of the title number 5840. It made me so sweaty and I had not one thought about the title! I am only thinking about how cruel you are to have left us all hanging at the end... I do see 130 member have read this steamy entry. Dare I say we are glad its Friday and our significant others are do home from work soon!
 

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