I arrive at our prescribed meeting place a little early—pacing back and forth like a caged tiger. I have already smoked three cigarettes in ten minutes, and there is still 12 minutes until you are supposed to arrive. I continue to pace—puffing—checking my watch—pacing—looking back and forth—pacing!
My heart flutters as I spy you about 100 feet away. Your pictures have done you complete justice...you are a perfect image. Then you notice me...and we walk slowly toward each other—eyeing one another like combatants ready to rumble. As we near, our pace slows—we hesitate...and evaluate one another—slowly coming together.
At arms length I gently grasp your face and gaze deeply into your eyes...trying to peer into your soul. As my arms are longer than yours, you drape your arms over mine and smile. I look long and hard at you, then slowly pull you closer to me. Our eyes close and we near. Our lips touch as if guided by radar...square upon each other's. The kiss is slow and deliberate...tenderly at first...then increasing in intensity as out long awaited passion begins to surface.
Lips part and tongues begin the "love tango." Wandering, probing, searching each other's mouth. Our breath quicken to almost a pant...sensations rise rapidly. After moments, which seem like eternity, we realize we are still in public and pull away...each licking our lips, savoring the flavor of our new partner!
We arrive at the motel that you have arranged for our meeting. You hand the key to me and I gingerly unlock the door, letting it slowly swing open. The fragrance from the scented candles emanates out and taunts our senses. The candlelight slowly yields view of a chiller on a stand next to the bed...cooling a bottle of Moet Chandon; the bed turned down at the corners, beckoning to us.
You nudge me into the room and close and lock the door behind us. The clicking of the lock creates an ominous sound of finality...yet it affords us security.
I turn to face you and you immediately begin to unbutton my shirt. You slide your hands inside and let them wander across the silky expanse of my hairy chest. As my shirt slides from my shoulders and falls off, you begin to kiss my chest...pausing to suck and pull on my nipples with your lips.
I reach down and lift your face up to mine, allowing our lips to again meet. This time, our kiss is not tender, but hot and passion-laden...hungry...desirous...wanting!
Without parting our lips, I unbutton and remove your blouse. My hands slide up your back, reaching and unhooking your bra, which catches between our bodies. Now our lips part and I suck at your lower lip. Then softly kiss your chin...your nose...your forehead...and slide down your cheek to your ear...and down to you neck.
While we nibble and bite at each other, we fumble with each other's belt and slacks, finally releasing them to fall at out feet.
Slowly I crouch, letting my lips lick and nibble down your torso. Over your breasts...finding your nipples. Gently I suckle first one, then the other, into my lips, pulling on them until erect. Your guttural moans state your approval.
My face slides between your breasts and continues its downward trek, in search of your navel. I kiss and nibble around it and press my tongue into it, making you tingle with tempestuous desire.