Finally we met. The moment I had been waiting for had arrived. But instead of being all dressed up in a beautiful outfit, wonderfully made up, I was sitting in a dressing room, naked, wet, panting from making love to a woman! There stood my Michael, smiling and taking in the entire scene. I heard his voice and my trained pussy started to ache for him. Carolyn stood up, taking my hands in hers and smiling. She leaned over and kissed my forehead, murmuring, "Goodbye, my little one. This was a morning to remember." With a nod to Michael, she was gone.
I shyly looked at my phone lover. He was standing by the door, dressed in a business suit. He wore silver wire frame glasses on his intense blue eyes. I could smell Obsession for Men filling the little room. He was watching me, waiting for me to make a move. I closed my legs and lowered my feet. Being short, my feet dangled a little bit above, so I nervously started to swing them. I looked into the mirror and saw the unlikely vision of me, like a little girl, but so very naked and womanly. Michael said my name again. God, I loved the sound of his voice.
He took a step toward me, holding out his hand. I reached for him and felt his strength as he pulled me forward. Now, we stood near each other, one of us naked, the other perfectly dressed. He smiled down at me and caressed my face. I felt my eyes close as he finally touched me. He placed his hands on my cheeks and leaned down to kiss me. This was something I could not imagine, no matter how hard I tried. I could pretend it was Michael touching my nipples, holding my pussy, loving me. But I could never feel his kisses and this was something I really missed. I felt his soft lips just touching me, so gently, I was afraid I was imagining it.
Slowly his lips moved back and forth, causing me to open my lips to him, just a little. Finally, I could feel his tongue pressing on my mouth. He gently circled my lips, carefully outlining them and then gliding over them. He tasted so delicious. My fingers reached up to his head, sliding into his soft, brown hair and holding him in place. I found myself leaning into his body in an effort to sink deeper into him. His fingers moved so softly on my face, slowly moving to my jaw, my neck, my shoulders. Then he stopped. I looked up at him, wonderingly. He stood before me, holding my shoulders in his large, capable hands.
My nipples were puffy from the contact with his clothes, I was breathing hard, my pelvis arching toward him. He was waiting for me to make the first move. His little Donna Reed, the woman he had trained to want him....he expected her to initiate today's adventures. I didn't mind, I wanted him. My shaky hands reached up for his jacket. He shrugged his shoulders to help me. I worked on the tie. Lord, why did men want to strangle themselves with this piece of silk? Finally, I was able to loosen the knot and slip the tie over his head.
