My head spins with powerful emotions as I stand there in this old man's bedroom, a closed door to my back, Sammy...to my front.
He watches me... closely. Never taking his eyes off mine.
His is a quiet, subtle domination. It's in his eyes....
His voice too, the accent...tone... volume.
I am drawn into a perfect storm of desire...
The huge age gap...a different race... and his quiet dominance....
After I closed the bedroom door, and we were truly alone, the first thing Sammy did was to go over to his bedside cabinet and turn over two pictures....face down.
As he did it he muttered something in his native language.
I later found out that this translated to 'not for your eyes my love'.
The pictures were of his deceased wife.
As he was doing this I glanced briefly around the room. It was small, like all the other rooms.
Before me, Sammy's bed, to my left a large wardrobe and a chest of drawers.
The room was sparsely furnished, no widows but plenty of pictures hung on the wall.
Everything neat and tidy.
When Sammy had finished adjusting the pictures he turned and sat down on the bed, patting the space next to him, "Come here Pippa."
I didn't hesitate, walked over to him and sat down on his right.
We sit very close, his face inches from mine, I can feel his breath...on my skin.
He reaches up with his hand, goes for my hair again, stroking, running his fingers through it.
His eyes gaze at the golden strands caught and held between brown fingers, fingers that are twisted and gnarled with age...
He brings my hair up to his nose again, breathing in deeply....but doesn't close his eyes this time, instead he watches me closely... studying my reaction.
That determined, all penetrating stare....
Sammy lets my hair go and moves his hand to the side of my face, gently stroking towards the back of my neck.
As this happens he moves in closer and pushes his lips against mine...
Our first kiss....is soft and gentle...for a brief moment.
Almost as soon as it's upon me, this slow, gentle caress disappears as the passion and lust which have been simmering away in this old man.... suddenly comes to the boil.
The hand that has been gently caressing my neck, now grasping firmly....pulling me into him....as his kiss becomes forceful.
I don't resist, kissing back just as hard, my heart pounding, breath pumping fast through my nose.
Sammy too, I absently note....is breathing hard as he thrusts his eager tongue into my mouth.
All semblance of civility is gone..the kind old gentleman I was having tea with recently... gone....we are now but animals...with one purpose filling our being.
Raw, carnal desire.
I am taken by surprise at this seemingly, frail old man....he kisses me with such passion and vigour.
But I have a surprise for him too.
His tongue, pushed far into my mouth, I take, moving my lips off his and around it.... sucking.
Treating Sammy's tongue like a little cock I suck it in and out my mouth, slowly moving back and forth....
A gentle whimper of approval from Sammy and an increase in his breathing tells me he likes what I'm doing...a lot.
The old man let's me suck his tongue for a few moments, enjoying the acutely sensual feeling....and all its obvious innuendo.
Soon, however, the passion within him becomes too much, amid a sense of urgency I'm gently pushed back by a panting Sammy.
I've clearly surprised him with my own passionate behaviour, his eyes wide, shaking his head slowly while speaking in a breathless voice...the tone of his words echoing the surprised look upon his face.
"Oh....my dear...you are special."
The way he says it seems to imply some prior knowledge about me and my 'bedroom abilities', making me instantly think of Dave.....who will have told Sammy all about me...
The old man's surprised look however, evaporates quickly, he wipes the saliva from his lips before continuing.
"Listen to me Pippa....you...are going to do everything I tell you...aren't you?"
The dominant man is back in the room, the weakness brought on by my lust now just an embarrassing memory, a brief slip of power....but no longer....he...is back in control.
I'm unable to find my voice at this particular point, overwhelmed with lust...
All I can do is nod, as reply.
The grin, that extremely wicked one I saw on his face earlier, briefly passes through once again before Sammy continues.... nodding confidently at his own words.
"Oh yes...I know you are....your going to be a good girl for Sammy."
With his breathing now under control I'm ordered to stand up off the bed and move away a little....face him....and strip.
Following his instructions, I do just that, noting the slight tremble in my fingers as I remove my outer clothing.
He watches me closely, eyes moving from mine, lower....over my body... exploring my form as more is revealed.
I'm soon stood before him in the white lingerie set that John picked out for me, especially for this moment.
Sammy looks me over slowly, all the way down and back up again.
"Well my dear...it seems you've come prepared...good...now...take that off....and those."
A long thin, gnarled finger, points first at my bra...then down at my knickers.
There's no hesitation from me, obeying Sammy without delay, watching his expression carefully as I remove my bra, letting the garment drop to the floor.
The old man stares solidly at my bare boobs, the nipples swollen and hard... because of him.
The knickers are next, quickly pulled down and stepped out of.
Sammy's eyes wander down to my crotch area, then further down to the floor....and white skimpy knickers...damp with my....desire.
He indicates for me to pick them up and pass them to him, which I dutifully do before stepping back.... watching as he brings the garment up to his nose...and breaths in deeply, closing his eyes briefly as he does so.
"Mmmm." Sammy lets out a soft moan while opening his eyes, staring right at me.
"You smell good....but Pippa dear....why so wet?"
He dangles the knickers in an outstretched hand briefly, flaunting the evidence of my arousal.
Swallowing, finding my voice I reply, telling old Sammy that they are wet because of him.
That wicked grin returns, causing me to feel so.... deliciously.... vulnerable.
Sammy stands up and goes over to his bedside cabinet, opens a drawer and drops my knickers inside, "I'm keeping these."
He says with confidence before going back to sitting on the bed...and watching me closely.
He spends the next moment, just staring at my body, his eyes slowly exploring every inch.
"You have a beautiful curvy figure... Pippa." He says at length, then without delay stands up....and begins undressing.
Now it's my turn to watch.
I love these initial, virgin moments in any of my relationships, that first special look, the first flirting....getting to know each other.
