I wrote this story as a celebration and reminder of the exciting four days I spent with a very special man. He taught me many things about love and he will always hold a special place in my heart. Love, Brianna
Day One of…. "Our First Encounter
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As the car swung into the parking lot at the motel Brianna relaxed her nervous grip on the steering wheel. She looked at her watch and smiled. She had plenty of time to prepare for Mitch's welcome. He wouldn't be arriving for over an hour. She would place the vanilla scented candles near the bed, their gentle aroma just the right touch for a sense of the pleasures to come. She would quickly shower and change into her white suit. He would see just a hint of the purple velvet teddie peeking between the lapels of the jacket. Brianna felt the moisture creeping into her red satin panties as she thought about Mitch removing her jacket.
She swung her slender legs out of the car, started to unlock the trunk to retrieve her bags, then thought perhaps she should wait until she found out where the room was. It could be on the other side of the building. She might want to move the car closer to the room.
Brianna walked up to the front desk. "I'm Brianna St.Claire. Mitch Taylor said there would be a key waiting for me," she told the desk clerk.
"Oh yes, Miss St. Claire. Mr. Taylor has been expecting you," the clerk smiled, what seemed to be a knowing smile.
"He's here?" Brianna's voice shook with the question.
Oh my
, she thought she had plenty of time to prepare, to calm down, to be ready for him. The time was here, now, only moments away… she would meet the tall, dark haired stranger she had come to love.
The clerk smiled kindly at Brianna sensing her excitement. "Yes, Miss, he's been here for almost an hour," she replied.
"He's early…He made very good time," Brianna managed to stammer. Her throat tightening from the nervousness which had managed to consume her thoughts over the past hour as she traveled to meet her lover for the first time.
The clerk handed Brianna her keycard and told her the room was about halfway down the main hall on the left. As Brianna looked down the hall, she noticed a man step out of a room on the left side of the main hall. Their eyes met down the expanse of the hallway. An excited tremor ran down Brianna's spine.
It was him
.
It was Mitch
. She knew it, sensed it. He would recognize her from the picture she had sent him, taken on Thanksgiving Day. But she had never seen him yet. All of her senses told her it was Mitch. She stood frozen at the desk watching as he walked toward the pool area and sat down at a table.
She smiled and thought to herself,
Feet don't fail me now!
She began walking down the hall toward their room. As she neared the place where he was sitting, she could feel his eyes on her, drinking in every move she made, watching her nervously finger her blonde curls. She could read the plea in his eyes.
Your safe, it's me love, don't run away
.
Their eyes held each other as she drew closer. She knew those big brown eyes. They spoke to her all the words of love he had given voice to over the months they had conversed. A few more steps and she would walk past him.
What should she do? Should she keep walking and see if he said anything? What if it wasn't Mitch? What if she said something and it wasn't Mitch?. Did she have the courage to possibly make a fool of herself?
So many questions were racing through her mind.
His eyes told her he sensed her nervous dilemma. He turned toward her in his chair, his smile so illuminating she was about to melt right there.
"Would you like some help bringing your bags in, Brianna?" he asked.
"Mitch?" she whispered shyly. Her smile filling the room with warm sunshine.
"Hi Love!" he softly responded as he rose from the chair. His voice sounded so reassuring as he whispered their special greeting.
"I left my things in the car so I could check to see how close I was parked to the room," she mumbled as she stood there drinking in the site of him. Relishing in the nearness, her heart nearly pounded out of her chest.
"Let's go move your car. There's a spot next to my truck, right outside the door to our room," he said as he gently took her hand in his. He told her about his long, anxious drive rushing to meet her, as they moved her car.
Once inside their room, he set the bags down and slowly pulled her into his arms.
"Now we can have a proper greeting," he whispered as his lips descended on hers. Her arms encircled his strong, broad shoulders. One hand splayed through his thick brown hair. His hands played over her breasts, molding the soft gray sweater to her body. She could feel every shiny bead on the sweater pressing into her skin. His tongue pressed through her lips, exploring the warm recesses of her mouth. Their tongues danced and played with each others. His hands slid down to her ass. He pulled her against him, pressing his erection into her. Their kiss deepened, their tongues dueling as their desire grew almost out of control. Mitch started walking them toward the bed as they continued kissing and caressing each other.
He pulled her down on top of him as she softly moaned into his mouth. His hands explored her body. They whispered words of love to each other while their hands slowly memorized every contour of each other's still fully clothed body. Mitch broke their kiss and stood up.
"I'm burning up. I have to get rid of these clothes. I hope you don't mind," he chuckled. How she loved his wickedly sexy laugh which he knew drove her crazy.
"Let me help you," she responded as she rose to her knees and pushed his shorts down. His erection sprang from his shorts. She could feel the color rise in her cheeks as she marveled at him. How she wanted to feel his cock plunging inside her. But she knew him, knew he wanted to take his time pleasuring and arousing her….building Brianna's desire to a feverish pitch. He had told her he wanted to take it slow or at least try to the first time.
