My knees were trembling a mile a minute when I heard the knock on the door. I knew we were both excited and we both desperately wanted each other, but, still, it was the first time we were meeting each other. Normal first date jitters on what was definitely not a normal first date.
I was in a safe, boring and unfulfilling marriage kept alive for the sake of my 11-year-old daughter. Why put her through a messy divorce just cause I wasn't getting laid enough? Nope. Divorce wasn't an option, but a stolen day of delicious sex was.
I owed Ann Marie quite a bit. After all, I saw her pictures a dozen times, but she's never seen me. For the last month I've been working out like crazy so that I'd make a favorable impression. I took a deep breath as I glanced at myself in the mirror before going for the door. Not Brad Pitt, I thought, but not half bad at 5'11", 180 lbs., brown hair and blue eyes. Ann Marie, I knew was only 19, but mature well beyond her years and a woman that needed a man, not a college or high school novice.
We talked on the phone often. I had the luxury of working out of my home that allowed me to call her and beg her to make me cum. She always did. And she always made me feel I didn't have to beg. That she was waiting for me to call because pleasing me greatly pleased her. I'm not sure if she really felt that way, but if she didn't, she was a helluva an actress.
The knock came again. It was now or never.
I opened the door and right away my nervousness was replaced with an erotic mixture of pleasurable feelings... friendship, desire, want, need.
She looked much, much better than her picture. Long auburn hair; smooth, skin the color of fresh fallen snow; a full, curvy figure that demanded to have my arms around it; and full, ruby-red lips that I was just dying... no, aching, to kiss.
So I did.
Without even saying hello, I took her by the hand, brought her into the room and wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her. We both moaned with relief and want and desire as out tongues danced with each other. My hands slid down her waist and I pressed up against her. Immediately she had me hard. She always could. In person, my cock just didn't stand a chance.
Reluctantly, we broke the kiss and smiled at each other.
"Hi Ann Marie. "
"Hi Matt"
I took a half a step back and gawked at her like a high school kid. She looked so good. Tight, white blouse that could barely contain her full, supple breasts. A black, knee length skirt that covered way too much of her legs, ass and, of course, that tight, wet pussy I wanted to taste so badly.
"It's great to finally meet you in person," I said with a smile. My eyes roving over her body.
