There have been butterflies dancing in the pit of my stomach for weeks now. The breathless anticipation has almost overtaken my senses. How did it come to this? How did I even manage to get ready today? Is my hair okay? Is my makeup perfect? What if he thinks I am a troll, a complete waste of his time? Can everyone who looks at me see the aching desire and excitement glowing in my eyes?
This nagging in the deep recesses of my brain told me that I was playing with fire. But who's playing anymore? Unless I make Suzanne turn the car around right now and head for home, this is no longer a game. Not that it has been for a while now. I care for him, more than I ever thought possible. I mean, really, how can you truly know someone just through cyberspace and intermittent phone calls? But the connection is there nonetheless. There's an invisible chain linking my soul to his.
Does he feel it too? I guess I won't have to wait much longer to find out.
"Are you okay hon?" Suzanne asked with a look of concern on her face.
"You look as if you are going to be sick."
"I'm fine, " I stammered, "just nervous as hell and not sure of what I am doing."
"Just relax, it's a hello drink, dinner and dancing, what do you have to fear? Besides, I am with you, you are safe."
"I ‘m not feeling unsafe, just unsure," I replied.
She just winked at me and lights another cigarette. I know I can tell her anything about him and how I am feeling so I forge on.
"What if he thinks I am a troll? A complete moron and waste of his time?" I asked nervously, the trademark tears sliding from the corners of my eyes.
"Now knock it off! Don't be doing that! You'll mess up your makeup,"
she said to me with mocking admonition. "You have planned for this day for so long - just relax, you look gorgeous, and if he's too blind to notice, ******** him, he doesn't deserve to know you then!"
She's always so blunt, that's a characteristic of her charm that I love.
We pulled into a gas station, I needed a Diet Mt. Dew to calm my nerves and we were out of smokes. She leaned over the seat and pulled me into a bear hug.
"Stop stressing before you make yourself sick!"
I grabbed a kleenex and dried my eyes, reapplied fresh makeup and took a deep unsteady breath. The next hour to the airport was going to be agony. Suzanne hopped back into the car and flipped on an 80's station.
She knew that if she got me singing to good music, it would always draw me out of this protective shell I retreat too when I feel vulnerable.
We sang at the top of our lungs and spent the remainder of the trip in gales of giggles. And then, I saw the sign: Airport, 2 miles.
There's those damn butterflies again. I truly thought I was going to be sick. I leaned my head out the window and tried not to watch the road as it quickly moved beneath us, or rather as we quickly moved across its surface.
"You can slow down a little now," I whispered pleadingly.
"You don't want to miss him sweetie - what if he thinks you changed your mind and are not coming? I don't think he would be too thrilled about that."
"I know," I said, "but I am scared."
"I am right here with you Linda, it will be just fine. It's 2 friends, well okay, 3 friends, having dinner together. That's it!"
I was not sure she understood. I had tried to explain it so many different ways but it's also a personal feeling deep inside that I was not sure I wanted to share it all with anyone but him. My breath always caught in my throat with the mere mention of his name. My legs felt weak when he called. And these damn butterflies...well they just don't ever rest!
We parked the car and again I hesitated as she got out and started toward my door. My eyes pled with her to help me through this and I knew she would. Reaching down, she took my hand in hers and squeezed it gently, reassuring me that I would be okay and that she was right beside me every step of the way.
Great friends are few and far between. That is why I try to treasure what friendships I do have and hold dear to my heart. With that thought, my mind jumped back to him.
As we stepped off the escalator onto the main terminal concourse, I headed left for the water fountain. All of a sudden, I couldn't breathe again and my mouth was horribly dry.
"Flight 116 from Maine is arriving on schedule at gate C, " the female voice announced over the intercom.
Oh s**t! I silently screamed to myself, this is really happening.
Waves of nausea welled up in the pit of my stomach. I turned to check the monitor with flight information printed on them. I had only 8 minutes before his plane landed. Suzanne was watching me with a half grin/half-worried expression on her pretty face.
"Maybe he changed his mind and he is not even on the plane," I thought out loud.
"He would have called," she rationalized. Sometimes I just hate her for that! Not really, but it's annoying when people try to make something look rational when I want to wallow in the irrationality of the situation! I truly love her.
Oh dear me, I don't know if I can go through with this...how was I supposed to greet him? A handshake, a hug, a kiss? Heaven knows if his lips touch mine, the electricity will make me burst into flames. I wasshaking, my body trembling with each ragged breath that I drew.
Suzanne reached over and squeezed my hand. Her subtle reassurances were not helping a bit. I looked into her eyes hoping she would offer me an answer but all I saw were her eyes widen a bit.
I looked up and there he was. Walking through the doors with a single red rose. I saw him before he saw me and my heart just melted. There was a flood of emotions that coursed through me, excitement, nervousness, delight, passion and fear - not to mention the overwhelming feeling of love. All at once I felt assaulted and almost betrayed by my own flesh. Did I just think "LOVE"??? This was it, no more waiting and no turning back. He glanced around and our eyes met.
He stopped and stared at me before the most amazing smile spread across his very kissable looking lips. He dropped his bags on the floor and opened his arms. In no time at all I was across the room and in his waiting arms. How did I get there? Did I float, did I run? I don't remember but it doesn't matter.
"You are a breath of sunshine," he said to me.
I looked up at him and smiled. I was not sure if I could speak yet, but I took a deep breath and replied...
"And you...are still giving me butterflies."
His laughter was so rich and warm. His hazel eyes sparkled with life and light. I could get lost in those eyes. He reached down and took my hand in his, picked up his bags and I led him toward Suzanne. As I introduced them, he offered her the rose.
"Suzanne, this is Keith, Keith...Suzanne." I could barely make the words come out.
"For your friendship to Linda and for helping make today possible," he said as he extended the rose to her.
We were both stunned...handsome and a complete gentleman. I knew I had better watch out or I would quickly be seduced by this charmer. I could already see the approval in Suzanne's eyes. She had given him the once over already and was slowly sliding her gaze up and down his length. She looked at me and winked. I knew what that meant; we have this unspoken language between us. Noting her approval of this hottie holding my hand, I just grinned. I was on top of the world. I felt as if I was floating on a cloud and it was the most incredible feeling in the world.
"I could really use a shower," he said as we walked out to the car.
"No problem, we can take you to your hotel and wait while you get ready."
We reach the car and Suzanne says, "Go ahead and sit in back, let me be your chauffer."
I could have hugged her. All I wanted to do was have him put his strong arms around me and pull me close. Riding in the backseat made that possible. We rode in almost complete silence. He and I were intent on just being close, inhaling each other's scents as if memorizing the moment at hand. At one point, while just looking into each other's eyes, he bent forward and kissed me lightly on the forehead. I swear there's a burn mark there from the intense heat that flashed through me.
We pulled up to the hotel and got out. As he checked in, Suzanne pulled me off to the side.
"Hot damn girl! He's so incredibly hot! And did you see that a**?"
I just laughed at her, not wanting to take my eyes off of him. If this was a dream, I didn't want it to end. I was afraid that if I stopped looking at him, he would disappear.
"I know it," I replied..."he's just too good to be true."
At that instant, he turned around and flashed us one of those breathtaking smiles and asked if we were ready to go up. I thought we would just hang out in the lobby or the hotel lounge and wait for him and I told him as much. His eyes just sparkled and he winked at me.
"Go up with him, I can wait down here," Suzanne said to me.
I couldn't believe she was saying that! We had specifically talked about this on many occasions and I had told her that if I were alone with him, I wouldn't be able to remain platonic in our relationship.
Well, that is, if he were willing to take it further. Hell, I knew I'd fight to take it further.
What was I doing? What was I getting myself into here? My heart was pounding out of my chest and my knees felt weak just from looking into his amazing eyes. But he took my hand and led me to the elevator. We were alone when the doors shut and as if there were some magnetic force drawing us close, we were in each other's arms and sharing a tender,
tentative kiss. His lips were so soft and tender, his strong arms
wrapped around me and his fingertips ran up and down my spine. He was sending electric currents through my entire body. If he didn't have his arms around me, I would have surely collapsed to the floor. This kiss was unlike any I had ever experienced. Maybe it was due in part to all the sexual tension I was feeling, but I knew I could stay locked onto his lips for a long time. His breath was sweet and his lips full and soft. His tongue slowly parted my lips and moved across mine. The butterflies returned with a vengeance. And all too soon, the elevator doors opened and we tore ourselves from each other to be able to move down the hall to his room.
I hesitated about going inside with him. Here I was, all alone, with a man I had only spent time with over the Internet and an occasional phone call and we are both married! Where did that good girl in me go?
You know, the one who would never cross a line into uncharted territory. But the door to his room opened and I found that my feet had a will of their own as I crossed the threshold.
He turned and wrapped me into a crushing hug and his mouth sought out mine in a more demanding kiss; one that left me breathless. My back was against the wall, I could feel his hips pressing into mine. I could feel the heat rising between my legs and I felt my blood starting to boil. A frenzied passion and desire, the likes of which I had never known, was building deep within me. I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and opened my mouth fully to allow his tongue to dance with mine.
All too quickly though, he pulled away.
"I really should get that shower in so we can go," he said with huskiness in his voice.
"Yeah, I suppose you should."
"Care to join me?" he asked with a wink and a twinkle in his eyes.
I just giggled, slightly nervous and told him I would just wait for him.
He smiled that incredible smile, grabbed his smaller bag and headed into the bathroom. I could hear the water running and began to imagine him undressing and stepping into the steamy shower. Oh how I longed to see his naked body, to run my fingernails up and down his silken flesh.
The ache between my legs was growing with intensity and the fire was raging out of control. I can't lose it here, I tell myself. Be strong and remember that this is a friendship meeting, nothing else.
The water turned off and I could hear him rustling around in the bathroom. It didn't take long before the door opened and he emerged.
My breath caught in my throat as I realized that his chest was bare and he was sporting nothing but a towel. And those hotel towels don't leave much to the imagination. Not that I am complaining, mind you, but I was not prepared for this. I could only stare, my eyes wide and my mouth agape. I must have looked incredulous.
"I left my clothes in my other bag," he explained.
"Oh, " I stammer...I didn't know what to say or how to react. All I really knew was that if I just leaned forward a couple of inches, only one small tug on that towel would leave him totally naked in front of me. The temptation was there, truly there, but I was proud of myself for not acting on that impulse.
He knew exactly what I was thinking. I could see it in his eyes. But he was a total gentleman and pretended as if he didn't notice the fire and desire in my eyes as he picked up his other bag and retreated to the bathroom once more. I was sitting on the bed and trying to calm my nerves, the butterflies inside would not go away. I almost wished that Suzanne wasn't downstairs in the lounge waiting for us. I would have liked to tell him to forget about dinner for now and just come join me on his bed. But even as the thought crossed my mind, I felt my face flush and felt the guilt that I kept buried. If anyone ever found out about this, my life, as I knew it, would be over.
The door opened again and he emerged wearing khakis and a jade green shirt. His eyes reflected the color of the shirt and turned from hazel to an almost emerald green. Whatever it is that he was wearing smelled so nice and I could feel that rush through my veins again.
"Shall we go down now?" he asked.
"I suppose we better."
I am sure he saw the wistfulness in my eyes and heard my the wanton desire dripping in my voice. But again, he was every bit the gentleman and just took my hand in his and we walked out the door. The elevator was a little crowded on the way down so we just continued to steal glances at each other and every once in a while, he squeezed my hand.
We emerged from the elevator and walked toward the lounge. I don't know what I was worried about, there sat Suzanne amid 4 other guys.
She was certainly not bored and hadn't had to buy one drink yet. She glanced up and saw us coming and grinned when she saw we were still holding hands.
We sat down for a bit as introductions were made and he ordered a glass of red wine for the both of us. I have never had anyone order for me before and that simple gesture made my heart flip. Casual conversation was easy and every once in a while he would put his hand on my knee or my thigh under the table. I wonder if he had any idea what he was
truly doing to me. I'm sure he did know, how could he not? But I
managed to get through my glass of wine without spilling any or choking on any, as hard as it was for me to breathe when he touched me.
We said our goodbyes to Suzanne's new-found friends and she asked if we minded if she brought one of them along with us for the night so she didn't feel like such a 3rd wheel. Keith quickly assured her that it was fine and she turned to the man sitting next to her and asked if he would like to go out for dinner and dancing with us. His eyes lit up as he graciously accepted the offer and we all went out to load into the car.
We had decided on a nice Italian meal as it is one of my all time favorites and I felt almost regal walking in on the arm of someone so devastatingly handsome. Something about the way he carried himself made everyone stop and take notice. I was on top of the world and he seemed as if he only had eyes for me.
Our hostess, a perky little brunette with electric blue eyes made no mistake to let him know she was interested. Her flirting was downright embarrassing. But he just nodded to her and turned his attention back to me. I wanted to laugh at her, but being a lady, I just smiled sweetly and turned my attention to the menu. Our waiter, thank god it wasn't another silly girl looking for attention, came to take our drink orders and we all decided on wine, so Keith ordered a bottle. The general consensus was that we would order an appetizer and then wait a while before ordering our meal. We had plenty of time and just wanted to get to know each other a little better. We ordered a spinach artichoke dip and settled in for some great conversation. We laughed a lot and really had an enjoyable time. When we finally ordered, we felt as if we had all been friends for a very long time.
Our meal was superb. It was even better because every once in a while, I would catch Keith glancing at me and we would share a quick smile, the light in our eyes seeming to dance with one another. I couldn't wait to get to the club so we really could dance. Ever since our first emails, and talking on the phone of being in each other's arms, I have been looking forward to the real thing. Suzanne and John seemed to be getting along quite well. He was handsome and seemed to genuinely like her. I watched them like a hawk though, she's been through so much and I swore if another man hurt her I would tear their nuts off with my bare hands. I think he got the picture by my glances and warning looks.
We finished our meal and Suzanne and I could barely contain our excitement about going dancing. Keith and I walked hand in hand through the restaurant and out to the car. And there, under the full moon and a star filled sky, we shared the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced in my entire life. Truly, it took my breath away.
I felt as if I was floating on a cloud, I certainly couldn't feel my feet on the earth beneath me as he helped me into the back seat and settled in with his arms tightly around me. We spent the entire drive to the club kissing and exploring each other's mouths and tongues. All too soon the car stopped and it was time to get out. I couldn't wait to get him out on the dance floor to feel his body molded to mine.
We went inside and found a corner booth and slid inside. Drink orders were placed and "Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy" started. Suzanne and I love that song, so we excused ourselves and went out to the dance
floor. I was stealing glances at Keith and as much as he was trying
to carry on a conversation with John, he was certainly more interested in watching me dance. And that is okay with me, I love to dance seductively and flirty, so I made sure he was well aware of my intentions.
I went up to the dj and requested a song to be played for Keith & I and he actually had it! The music started as I walked back toward the table and I saw a slow smile spread across his face as he took my hand and pulled me close. We danced as if we were made to be close to the song "Fresh Feeling". As the song ended, he tightened his grip on my
waist and pulled me in for another mind-blowing kiss. I could have
melted right then and there. We danced a lot more slow songs and
Suzanne and I danced many more fast songs. I love getting wild when I dance and always have such a good time when there's music. But it was getting really late and we decided to go back to the hotel.
When we got back to the hotel, the plan was to go to the lounge as they were having karaoke. I am also a sucker for karaoke, so we went and I sang a few songs but then John asked Suzanne if she would stay the night with him. My heart leapt into my throat. She was my ride home!
I couldn't afford a room of my own and I hadn't been asked to spend the night with Keith! Besides, I was not sure I was ready for that. Ok, yes I was - I wanted it more than anything in the world. But she didn't even hesitate before saying yes to him and saying goodnight to us as they left the lounge. She tends to get a little oversexed when
she's been drinking. I must have looked like a deer caught in
headlights because Keith just squeezed my hand.
"It doesn't have to go any further than what you want Linda," he said.
"But I won't lie to you and tell you that I don't want you in my bed tonight. I want to make love to you slow and sweet and then cuddle with you until I am ready to ******** you hard and long, and I know you want it too."
The look in his eyes was one of longing and desire and I felt those butterflies return as I slid my hand into his and stood up. He raised an eyebrow at me and I just leaned in for a kiss.
"We'll take it one step at a time and see what happens love," I whispered to him.
Oh my god - did I just call him "love"??? I said the "L" word to him.
Well, I didn't say ‘I love you' but I might as well have. It must not have phased him much though because we were still moving out the door.
We almost ran to the elevator and when the doors closed we found ourselves alone again and frantic to kiss and embrace...we had yet to touch each other any place else, but that just added to the excitement.
We got off at his floor and breathlessly made it to the door of his room. He fumbled with the key and we stumbled into the room still in each other's arms. Passionately out of control kisses were now taking over all inhibitions as we fell back onto the bed. And then he kissed me on the neck right behind my ear and my p***y spasmed in response. I knew then and there that I was soon going to be dripping wet for him.
Oh who am I kidding - I was already dripping wet for him, since the moment I saw him in the airport.
His kisses got bolder and he started to move down to the hollow of my neck and then a bit lower. My head was thrown back and a deep moan escaped my semi-parted lips. My deep cut shirt left my ample cleavage open and accessible to his lips and he took advantage of that. I trembled as he moved lower to bury his face between my breasts.
Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his hips and arched my back toward him as my breathing became more rapid. Before I knew it, my shirt slid off my shoulders and his fingers unhooked my bra. As my alabaster globes became free, his sharp intake of breath excited me even more and then when he bent over to take my n****e into his mouth, I thought for sure I would explode.
The sensations of having him lick and kiss and nibble on me after so long of waiting and so much sexual tension was incredible. I slid my hands under his shirt and pulled it over his head. I couldn't wait to run my fingers through the hair on his chest and run my fingernails over his nipples to watch them harden. A quiet desperation took hold of me as I leaned forward and took my turn with my tongue on his neck and shoulders. I was not holding back any emotion or feeling whatsoever. If only for tonight, he was all mine! I slid down a bit to take his nipples into my mouth, each one in turn. His moans of pleasure and pain were like music to my ears.
I had an idea, so I wriggled out from under him and refastened my bra and pulled my shirt back up. I walked over to the nightstand and tuned in some music on the clock radio. He was lying on his side, watching me with an amused expression on his face. His rapid breathing made his bare, muscular chest rise and fall rhythmically and it was a total turn on to me.
"What are you planning Linda?" he asked sweetly, as if he didn't know.
"You'll see my love," oh there it was again, it was coming out so naturally, "but I think you will enjoy it," I replied coyly.
The music started and I began to move, rotating my hips slightly in time to the music. I was going to give him a lap dance and striptease that he would not soon forget. As I pivoted around on my heels, and bent a little at the knees and waist, my a** rubbed against his hardened c**k.
I loved hearing him moan. He grabbed at my waist to pull me into him but I was quick with my reflexes and resumed my dance. Slowly, I took my shirt off one shoulder and then the other and then completely off.
All I had on the top of me now was a lacy black bra. My breasts were straining to be free and at the mercy of his mouth and hands again.
Still dancing my dance of seduction, I grasped the waistband of my black skirt and unfastened the clasp on the side. I slowly slid the zipper down and let my skirt gather at my feet. Now all I was wearing was my bra, my barely there lace black g-string, my black thigh highs and heels.
I thought I saw a burning desire, a heated passion in Keith's eyes and those blasted butterflies returned to the pit of my stomach. As the music continued, I danced closer and straddled him. I deliberately pressed my breasts up into his face as I continued to dance on his lap and ground my pelvis into his. His mouth captured mine and his tongue kept time with mine while I rotated and gyrated my hips in his lap.
I could feel how hard he was as I pressed into him. I was so excited, I could hardly breathe. I needed to feel him naked against me...I wanted to see his hardness and feel it twitch in my hands and in my mouth. I reached for the button on his khakis as he lay back on the bed with me still straddling him. My fingers were almost aching as I undid the button and fumbled with his zipper. My nerves were back with a vengeance and my hands were shaking. I looked down at him, a desperate plea in my eyes for help. He grinned big.
"You want it bad enough, you'll make it happen," he said with a wink.
"Oh lover, you are such a tease. I need your help, I am too shaky," I said breathlessly.
"Well, then I guess we wait until you calm down," he said.
I groaned and roll my eyes. Shaky hands be damned, I am getting into those shorts! It took me a minute and he chuckled slightly at my determination as I pulled them down over his hips and slid them off onto the floor. And then, much to my surprise, I noticed that he wasn't wearing anything else. Hot damn! His large c**k pointed toward the ceiling, twitching and hard as stone. I tentatively reached out to stroke him and he groaned deep.
"Keith, this has been in the back of my mind for so long now, I just want to spend time caressing you and holding you and memorizing every inch of you."
"I know exactly how you feel and I like the way you think Linda, we'll take this very very slow...the first time."
The next 20 minutes I spent just running my fingers lightly over his body, memorizing every inch as if I were blind. I was touching and caressing him and enjoying the reaction I was getting from his body.
He rolled me over onto the bed and declared that it was his turn and started roaming my body with his very capable hands. He undid the front clasp on my bra and let it fall to the side. I felt as if my skin was on fire and that fire was being reignited with each touch of his fingers. He slid his hands over my ribcage and down my stomach and then back up again. He was sending shivers right through me and the electricity of the moment was almost too much to bear. His hands came back down to my hips and he lightly tugged on my g-string to pull it down. He slid it all the way off my feet and proceeded to take off my heels. His hands ran up the length of my silky legs and he pulled the lace tops of my stockings down and discarded my stockings on the floor with the rest of my clothes. His fingers lightly tickled my ankles and calves and thighs as he explored me just as thoroughly as I did him.
And as he reached the inside of my thighs, at the very core of my being, I could hear him breathing harder and inhaling my scent. Before I knew it his tongue was parting my lips and probing inside me.
Involuntarily, my hips rose up to meet his hungry mouth and his hands grabbed my a**. He was holding me there tightly and licking me into oblivion.
My breath was caught in my throat and I couldn't seem to regulate my breathing. His tongue was working my p***y like there was no other thing in the world he would rather be doing.
"Please," I begged him softly.
And without removing his mouth from me, he positioned himself next to me on the bed so I could take his hard c**k into my own hungry mouth.
Inhaling his scent, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth for him to slide in. I started by taking just the head of him and licking him in circles. My right hand was grasping his shaft and the fingernails of my left hand were grazing his balls. I pulled my mouth away from his cockhead so that I could trace each vein with my tongue. Long slow licks up and down his entire length, he seemed to be enjoying it. And then I took him in as deep as he would go, sucking him hard. His tonguing ministrations on my p***y and my c**t got more intense and he
had me at the brink of orgasm. I could feel his sac tighten up as he
came close to climax. I sucked him harder and deeper until I could feel his warm c** hitting the back of my throat. At the same time, my own orgasm was flooding his tongue and mouth. We drank in each other's juices as if desperate for the liquid.
Contractions subsiding, Keith came to lie next to me and we kissed long and hard. My right leg was thrown over his left hip, our arms were intertwined. Our kisses were sweet and hungry. Passionate, amazing and intense, those are the best words to describe the feelings at that moment. My fingernails were softly caressing his back as we lay there.
Every once in a while the sensation would make him shiver. His fingers were drawing lazy circles around my nipples and up and down my
cleavage. He was definitely making me shiver. The kissing wasn't
letting up and it felt so wonderful to just be in his arms, in his bed after imagining it for so long. I certainly didn't want to have to say goodbye, but I knew I didn't have to for a while yet, so I pushed the thought from my head.
We were both tired and spent. We continued to kiss and hold each other until Keith fell asleep. I lay there a long time just running my fingers up and down his back, watching him sleep and before I knew it, I was off in dreamland myself. Now, the dreams I had been having of the 2 of us up to this time had been hot...but now that we had actually met, my dream was intensely hot. I could feel him in me in my dream and knew subconsciously that my hips were moving in response to my dream. And then I heard my name being whispered. My eyes fluttered open only to find him above me, his hazel eyes searching my brown ones.
I hadn't been dreaming all of it; his c**k was parting my p***y lips and beginning to enter me. Just the first inch or two at first...sliding up and down my wet slit and touching against my c**t every once in a while. He leaned forward and licked my lips as they willingly parted for him. But he didn't keep his mouth there; he trailed it down my neck and all over my shoulders. My hips were straining toward him, wanting him to take all of me into his possession, but his restraint was better than mine.
His mouth moved lower until he had my right breast in his mouth, his tongue flicking my n****e in frenzy. I was aching with longing for him. He spent what seemed to be ages on each of my breasts, making my nipples harder than they have ever been. They hurt but it was pleasurable. Then he moved a little lower and kissed my stomach.
That was it, I couldn't take it anymore! I rolled him over on his back and straddled his hips. It was my turn to drive him wild. I didn't allow my hips to touch his as I kissed my way around his neck and ears.
I moved my mouth and tongue over his shoulders and his chest. I nibbled at his nipples and flicked my tongue over them. I shivered every time he moaned. My fingernails stroked his sides and his arms and I could hear him gasping for breath. I thought that must be a sign of being just a little ticklish. Whatever it was, it was turning me on even more. I slid down far enough for his c**k to rest between my breasts and let it slide around my cleavage as I licked the tip of his head each time he thrust forward.
"Please, Linda, I need you. I need to be inside you, feeling you grasp my c**k with your tight p***y. I need to feel you c** on my c**k as I c** inside of you. Now baby, I need it now. Please."
How could I resist that? His deep sexy voice just gets under my skin and I would do anything under his spell. So I crawled up him slowly and positioned myself right above him. I lowered myself slowly onto his rigid shaft and felt my p***y adjust to his size. I took him in slowly, wanting to savor this moment; wanting to savor each moment with him. As soon as I had him deep inside me, I just leaned forward until my breasts were firmly against his chest and I held him there inside me. Neither one of us moved except for our labored breathing and a stolen kiss here and there. That is when I felt him jerk a little inside of me and it set me off. I was back up in a sitting position and grinding down onto his pelvis, riding him like my own personal
stud. His thumb was rubbing my c**t as the velvet glove of my core
held his throbbing c**k in a vise grip. We fit together so perfectly
and this lovemaking was incredible. The excitement pulsing through me sent me over the edge as I reached my first climax since he entered me.
The intensity of it just spurred us both on and we were ******** harder and faster. Wave after wave of intense orgasm shook my body before he informed me that he was cumming as well and we rode that wave together.
Tidal waves of orgasms overtook us and we collapsed breathless in each other's arms.
"You are amazing, thank you," I whispered.
"The feeling is quite mutual baby," he huskily replied.
We cuddled up to each other and fell asleep again. It felt safe and bittersweet. I knew that this had to come to an end. I cried a little in my sleep as my dreams turned to him going home. His arms just tightened around me. We woke up and took a shower, getting in a lot of play and a quickie there before getting out and getting dressed. As we left his room hand-in-hand, it was again as if I were walking through a dream portal. He held me tight as we descended floors in the elevator and when we stepped out into the lobby; Suzanne and John were waiting for us. We all went out for lunch after Keith and John checked out of the hotel. As we ate lunch our conversation was very superficial. I had trouble eating as my stomach was caught in my throat. Keith held my hand throughout the whole meal, squeezing it slightly from time to time. I didn't want to say goodbye and our time was quickly coming to an end. I was struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over my eyelashes. I knew I would be fine, I just had to take many deep breaths and try to keep my mind on what we had experienced.
I knew that the meeting would be brief, what I didn't know is how far it would go and how emotional the goodbye would be for me.
We said our goodbyes to John and Suzanne drove us back to the airport.
As we waited for Keith's flight, he and I clung to each other, not really wanting to let each other go. And then his flight number was announced and we had to say our goodbyes. Our kiss was deep and passionate, making me go weak in the knees once again. It was hard to pull away and whisper that "goodbye" through a cracking voice and the tears that were now spilling over. But I gained my composure and wiped my eyes, kissed him again full on the mouth and hugged him tight.
I couldn't bear to watch him walk through security so I ran back to Suzanne who held me in a tight embrace and we walked over to the escalator. I did really well until we got into the car and she pulled me into another hug and I wept. We drove in somber silence all the way home, she didn't ask, I didn't offer any information. We had stopped a couple of times on the way home; some store was having a sale on shorts she wanted to pick up so I stayed in the car. And we stopped to get gas and a pop. I just wanted to be home, I had another whole night without my husband and kids and I just wanted to put in a sappy chick flick and rehash the last 24 hours.
Suzanne pulled into my driveway and flashed me a grin.
"It will be just fine, stop stressing," she said.
"Oh I know it will. I am just drained, emotionally and physically. I just want a hot cup of tea, some comfy sweats, my pillow and a chick flick."
"Good luck with that," she said.
I wasn't sure what she meant, but I was in no mood to ask. I thanked her profusely for being my chauffer and for the fact that I knew it would never be broadcast to anyone what went on. We hugged tightly and I walked into the house. There were candles burning everywhere, rose petals scattered on the floor, and soft music playing from the living room. I knew that Drew wasn't home. I knew that even if he was, this wasn't something he would do anymore.
"Hello, "I called out tentatively.
"Welcome home baby," was Keith's reply.
"Oh my god, what are you doing here?"
"John & Suzanne arranged this, they didn't stay at the hotel last night, they were here doing this for us. John brought me here this afternoon when you thought I boarded the plane."
I was speechless, and the tears spilled over once more. I threw myself
into his arms and we began to move to the music that was playing. I knew that tomorrow he would have to go home, but that was okay, I still had one more night.
- Title: Take My Breath Away
- Artist: _KeRriiIIiiii_
- Description: A Fantasy Meeting of Lovers
- Date: 04/17/2009
- Tags: eroiticstory