The train bound effortlessly along the tracks, as pouring rain hit his window, leaving a soothing tapping sound as the raindrops fell upon the sleek modern carriage. Dan had been on the train for a while now, a good few hours, but the signs that blurred past his window told him he was near his destination. The signs and the weather. He had heard that the North of the country was cold, grey, dreary. So far everything he saw matched what he had heard perfectly. The rain had got harder the further north he travelled, the sky darker and gloomily, and the air colder. He was heading to as far north as the country went, to Newcastle. But even the miserable weather couldn't dampen his excitement. He hadn't seen Amy since they were twenty two years old. Now they in their early thirties. Over ten years of waiting. But he knew for all the travelling, all the waiting, that it was going to be more than worth it.
They had met at a concert all those years ago on London. Dan had travelled just a few miles from his home, but Amy had made the long journey down south with her friends. As soon as he saw her, dancing to the music and singing away, he was enthralled. She was a true beauty, bright emerald green eyes and full figure, long brown hair, and her thick northern accent was a big turn on for him. They exchanged phone numbers and a kiss, and had kept in touch all this time, but had never met up again. Until now.
They called each other at least monthly, more often than not weekly, and even though they hadn't met up for so long, and they hadn't even slept together yet, the sexual chemistry between them was undeniable. Many a night Dan and Amy would spend on the phone, talking about all the things they want to do to each other, masturbating together down the phone, listening to each other cum. It was strange. Even though they had never been together, he felt as if she knew exactly how to please him. Hers was the only mind he had come across that matched his own for sexual desire.
The train screeched to a halt, steel on steel as brakes on tracks ground the carriage to a standstill. Dan stepped off the train silently, clutching a gym bag strapped over his shoulder. He had no umbrella or respite from the rain, so he flung the hood of his jumper over his head for dome protection from the elements. He shuffled under cover, through the old walkways of the train station, and made it to the street outside, where half a dozen taxis lie in wait for a fare. He went to the closest one and showed the driver the address that Amy had sent him on his phone.
'Aye, I knows it. Hop in lad.'
The drive wasn't long, about twenty minutes, and although the driver was pleasant and chatty, Dan wasn't. He paid the man in cash and gave him a small tip, and was dropped off outside a large house with a big driveway and thatched roof. The driver shot off into the night, and Dan walked towards the door. As he approached it, it flung open, and there she was, as beautiful as the day he first saw her. Amy leapt on him and wrapped her arms around him in a strong embrace. She had been waiting for this and wanting this as long and as much as Dan had himself, and it showed. She didn't say a word, just held onto him tightly, for what felt like forever. Eventually she released him, and kissed him on his lips.
'I can't believe you actually came!' she told him excitedly. 'Part of me was waiting for you to say you weren't coming.'
'You must be joking' he assured her. 'I wouldn't miss this for the world.'
They went inside and chatted for a little while, Amy made him a hot coffee to warm him up from the bitter northern cold, and they laughed, and joked, and kissed. He could sense she was more nervous in person than she was on the phone, but that was to be expected. After an hour or so had passed, Dan felt it was time to make a move, and so he leant in and kissed her, but thia time he put his hand on the back of her neck, and let his tongue play with hers in her mouth, then his. He kissed her neck and felt her shiver and moan, and he knew that this was the time.
For all the detailed descriptions of what they would do to each other, all the naughty things and kinky foreplay and wild sex, their first time together was rather basic, but still nothing less than explosive and full of fiery passion. As they kissed at each other necks and lips they fumbled st each others clothes, a t shirt being pulled over his head, her leggings being peeled of her smooth legs, undressing each other and themselves, they eventually fell onto the sofa with Dan on top of Amy, and he reched down between her legs to pull her thong to one side and position his cock at the entrance of her vagina. He looked her in the eyes and kissed her softly, then skid his length all the way into her. He could tell that he was bigger than what she had expected, even though he had given her plenty of fair warning. She gasped as he entered her fully and held him tight in her arms. Dan brushed the hair from her face and kissed her lips lovingly.
After all the years of waiting, all the phone sex, all the tension and patience, it shouldn't of come as a surprise to either if them that the first time was over very quickly. Not that Amy was complaining. She had orgasmed as soon as he slid inside her, and she had cum twice more by the time was ready to climax.
'I'm getting close Amy ' he told her, slowing his pace so as to hold back his cum. But she was having none of it, pulling him in tighter and not letting him stop.
