She stepped out of the shower, surveying her body in the mirror. After six months of steamy IMs, sensuous emails, and even a couple of uninhibited phone calls, she was finally going to meet him in the flesh. Their virtual relationship had been a whirlwind of fantasy that neither one had ever dared explore with anyone else, not even their own spouses. But tonight, they would finally discover if reality lived up to months of fantasy.
They had chosen a hotel that was halfway between their respective towns, and she had arrived first. She wondered if he was feeling the same level of excitement and nervousness as she was. Her sexual excitement had recently grown intensely drawn to the idea of doing things she wasn't supposed to do, of going against the quiet conservative Midwestern values she had always been taught to adhere to. This tryst, this physical culmination of an online affair was the height of naughtiness that she was able to actually go through with. She thought about all the fantasies they had shared, and wondered which they would begin with while she smoothed lotion over her soft body.
He knocked on the door, and she felt her pulse racing as she moved to open it, not bothering to cover herself. He slipped in, smiled, laughed softly, and barely had time to say hello before she began kissing him hard on the lips, laughing with him. He smelled of sun and wind from his drive, and she inhaled his scent for the first time. Her hands moved eagerly to undress him, trembling with eagerness and desire, while his hands made a quick survey of her flesh.
The appearance of their bodies was not foreign, as they had dared to share photos with each other, another naughty little indulgence of theirs. But the excitement of touching the skin, caressing the curves, fondling the most sensitive places that they had only dreamed about was nothing less than electric. They had to mutually pull away from each others' hungry hands, not wanting to reach climax so immediately.
She pulled him toward the cushioned high back chair, her hair falling forward on her face as she leaned over to place a pillow on the floor in front of her. She sat on the edge of the chair and swept her hair back, smiling as she took both his hands and pulled him down to his knees on the pillow. She placed his strong hands on her knees, covering them with her own delicate ivory ones.
She guided his hands up her creamy thighs as he gently pushed her legs apart, slowly revealing her sacred secret places. He felt his rigid cock jump at the sight of her dark pink folds of moist skin, and he ached to be touched, to be enfolded in her. But he knew what his first pleasure would be. He looked up at her with hungry eyes, and she returned his look with an inviting smile and barely perceptible nod.
He leaned toward her, following the heady scent of her waiting flesh, his mouth watering in anticipation. She placed her hands gently on his shoulders as his fingers moved closer to her slit. He stroked her velvety skin from top to bottom, circling gently around her hole, watching with delight as her glistening depths began to open up under his first tentative touches. She dug her fingers into his flesh as he tapped gently at her clit, swiftly arousing the bud. He slowly ran his finger between her lips, down one side and up the other, then teased her clit with little circles. She moaned softly, and he knew she was ready.
He felt a drip of slick wetness on his thigh as his cock rested there when he shifted his weight to move closer to her. She wriggled slightly closer to the edge of the chair so that she would be freely accessible to his attentions.
She moaned softly at first then with increasing intensity as he placed his tongue flat against her mons and began stroking her from bottom to top over and over. She grew intensely wet with her own juices as his tongue moved all over her pink and throbbing pussy. He savored her sweet taste as he employed long slow strokes interspersed with short little flicks at her clit, followed by languorous circles, his hands gently kneading and caressing her thighs.
Her passion was increasing so intensely, so rapidly that she couldn't maintain any self-control. She placed her feet on his shoulders, opening up completely to him and began thrusting her hips at his mouth as he licked and sucked her to amazing heights of pleasure.
He began rocking his own hips, moving his cock against his thighs, rubbing his head in a small sticky pool that had collected there. He plunged his tongue deep inside her and lapped her juices while she whimpered and moaned and thrashed against his face. He dipped his pinky in her pussy to wet it, and gently slipped the tip into her other hole while his tongue probed deeper into her pussy.
She gasped at this new sensation, and moaned even more loudly as he began stroking her with his pinky in a counterpoint rhythm to his tongue. Her hands flew to grasp the top of the chair and her back arched while her hips began moving faster. He knew she was on the verge, and he couldn't wait to send her over the top. A flood of ecstasy swept through him at the thought, and he had to take a deep breath as he pulled his tongue out of her.
With his free hand, he slipped one, two, three fingers inside her while his tongue danced on her clit. He had every pleasure spot covered and was driving her insane with the movement of his hands and tongue. He could tell his strokes, swirls, and taps were drawing her closer and closer to orgasm because her moans grew louder and her gasps quicker.
She settled into a brief staccato of whimpers and hip thrusts before she froze momentarily, all her muscles tense and drawn, and then exploded in waves of loud wails and deep thrusts against him. He stroked her inside with his fingers, feeling the strong pulses of her muscles as they seemed to want to pull him in deeper. He matched the strong laps of his tongue to her rolling orgasmic rhythm, drawing out the experience to its fullest, slowing as she slowed, but not stopping. He could sense she wasn't finished.
She writhed in the chair, her hands still above her head, making her hard nipples stand out even further. He glanced up to see her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly in a soft O, framed by the mounds of her breasts made slightly dewy with sweat. The sight of his effect on her sent a rush through him that focused his efforts. He stroked with his fingers and licked her clit in circles, slowly, gently, bringing her down from the climax into a state of euphoric pleasure, waiting, waiting for the sign. And there it was...the slight quickening of breath and she began increasing her rhythm and moaning again. This time, he wasn't making this happen, she was. He let her use his tongue and fingers as she controlled the tempo and rhythm.
