When Jennifer saw a man who she thought might be Harry, she immediately felt relief that he did indeed show up. In the back of her mind, she feared that the whole thing was a hoax. She feared that perhaps he was not really who he claimed to be. She also felt the joy in her heart that the warmth of his smile brought to her upon their eyes meeting for the first time. He looked just like the picture he emailed to her, and as she got closer, she could see him holding a little sign that read, "I'm Harry!"
He took her hands while standing back and gazing admiringly at her from head to toe. Harry gave her a big hug, and politely kissed her on the cheek. She was immediately attracted to him. He was a tall, handsome man, with narrow hips and broad shoulders. She was amazed that a man in his mid-forties could look so masculine and toned. He routinely shaved his head and preferred jeans and boots to any other lower body attire. Harry suggested they go to a little coffee shop in the airport terminal to review options for their first day together.
"Yeah right, Harry...," she thought . "Here is my itinerary. How about we go to your house and you fuck me silly, then go out for a bite to eat, come back, and lick, suck and fuck the night away."
She did not want to take away from his interest in planning a nice day for them so she listened somewhat attentively to the options offered. As she listened, she tuned into the small details of this man that only served to make her want him more than she could have ever imagined. Jennifer was fetishistic about little things having to do with a man's personal appearance. Harry surpassed all of her standards. His nails were well manicured, not in a sissy way, but in a very masculine manor suggesting that the little things were important to him too. His eyebrows were perfectly groomed, there was no ear or nose hair visible, he wore a trendy watch, and his skin had a healthy glow to it. Finally, he had absolutely beautiful teeth. He talked about his favorite area of London and the many fun pubs around there, he checked with her regarding her interest in tourist attractions, and wondered what kind of cuisine she enjoyed.
There was only one standard left for Jennifer to investigate. Actually, there were two, but the second would have to wait till they were naked. She spoke his name softly, "Harry, this might sound silly, but I need you to whisper a secret in my ear." Jennifer believed that catching a man off guard and observing his response said a lot about the man.
Harry was a bit surprised by the request, thought for a moment, leaned over, and breathlessly whispered, "Really Jennifer, what I fancy is to fuck the shit out of you." She was now completely insane with desire. She smiled sheepishly, feeling the moisture deep within her pussy seeping to the surface.
"Lets just play and allow the day to take us where it will," she shyly suggested. With that, they headed off to the tube bound for London proper.
After a short ride and Harry running little circles along the back of Jennifer's hand, they arrived at a trendy area of London. He suggested a little pub that he was familiar with, and after a few pints of a rather dark, bitter tasting ale, she became distracted by her lack of undergarments juxtaposed against the animal magnetism of this handsome man. Harry spoke of the recent happenings in London, and a bit about his bartending antics when Jennifer interrupted, " Harry, I have had a long trip. I currently have no underwear on, my cunt is well lubricated, my nipples are obviously erect, and you are the most exciting man I have ever had the pleasure of talking with. Can we please go to your house? We'll figure out dinner plans after I have my way with you." Harry smiled a wry smile, signaled for the check, and off they went.
She was surprised at the small dimensions of his apartment. He lived in a one bedroom flat with a tiny kitchenette. There was no shower, just a bathtub, and the floorboards creaked as she walked through his entryway. She made herself comfortable in his poorly decorated living room. None of this really mattered to her, but his flat certainly stood in sharp contrast to her large and stylishly Midwest suburban home. She found herself surprisingly bold as she straddled his lap soon after he settled onto the couch. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Their mouths hungrily explored each other. As she rubbed the crack of her ass against his lap, she could feel his growing erection. She reached down to caress his cock through his jeans, feeling both the length and the girth that awaited her mouth and genitals. She was practically panting as she knelt in front of him, undoing his jeans.
"Sweetheart, allow me to...," he started to say, until Jennifer interrupted.
" Harry, just lean back on the couch and let me enjoy your cock. I've been dreaming of this moment for months." Almost breathless, she whispered, " You know dear, when I left you that hot message on your voice mail, it was this moment that made me so horny. I so want to devour your cock." Harry reclined on the couch and surrendered to her passions.
She pulled down his jeans to uncover a most magnificent cock. It was thick, well veined, long, but not too long, and with the prettiest head she could have ever imagined. He kept his pubic hairs well trimmed, and displayed his shaved his balls and perineum for her. She ran her hand up from his balls, rubbing the heel of her hand along his muscular shaft, pressing his meat against his belly and ending her first stroke of the cock she had been dreaming about for the last several months with a firm grip on the head of his masculinity.
"Ooooh!" she gasped as her hand slid easily over his moistened gland. Jennifer licked the head of his penis lightly at first, but in short order, could no longer contain herself and wrapped her lips around his swollen dick. She bobbed her head down to the rim of his swollen gland and back to the tip several times with a hunger that excited her and made him moan with pleasure. She reached up to pinch his nipples while continuing to slide his cock deep inside her mouth.
She was crazy with desire, continuing to move her head up and down his shaft while pinching his nipples so hard that she could hear him gasp. He did not pull away nor say a word. In fact, he seemed to be offering his body for her pleasure, arching his back, and presenting his now erect nipples for her to torture at will. She continued to lick, suck, slurp and otherwise devour his cock. As she felt him start to tense up, she listened carefully to his breathing, taking him right to the edge of climax and then retreating.
