There she was. Standing there in her kitchen in her purple satin robe, lined with lace. In front of her were two glasses of whiskey, one stained with her deep dark red lipstick. The other glass waiting for him to arrive. The him in question was the gentleman she had been anticipating meeting for nearly two years. They had tried two times before to meet, and end the flirting through texts and tweets but they could never make the connection happen. But now, there she was sipping on her glass of whiskey and looking down at her phone waiting for his text to say he was pulling up.
One of the things that they had bonded over was their love for whiskey, so she knew that it would make him feel special to be greeted with her draped in satin and lace and a glass of whiskey.
*buzz buzz*
“Shit! He’s here.”, she said aloud. Her heart skipped a beat and butterflies entered her stomach that had not been present at all over the course of the day. It wasn’t nerves, but excitement. At the same moment she saw the headlights of his car shine into the front windows of her house as he pulled into the driveway.
What she did not know though was that his heart was racing and his hands were shaking. As he pulled into her drive a rush of nerves came over him, and his mind began to fill with questions. “What if she isn’t attracted to me?” “What if I don’t live up to her expectations?” “What if…?”
“Shut the fuck up dude!”, he said aloud to himself and he stepped out of his car. As he walked to the front door of her house his heart rate began to slow, and he focused on his breathing to calm his mind down.
There they were. Both walking to the front door, not knowing that their footsteps were matching pace, a metaphor for things to come as their breathing would match each in just an hour’s time as they passionately ground their interconnected bodies against each other.
*knock knock*
“Hey there little lady.”
She was giddy to finally hear these words from him face to face.
“Hello there Mr.”, she said as her face became as flush red as an apple. She handed him his glass of whiskey as he stood in the doorway, “Here you go Mr.”
“Thank you little lady. You are too kind.”, he responded as he took the glass of whiskey in his left hand. And with his right hand he reached out and with two fingers gently under her chin raised her lips to his to kiss her.
“You’re just as sweet as I imagined you’d be”., he remarked.
That was it. He was not even inside the doorway yet and she could already feel herself beginning to leak into her panties.
“Thank you Mr.”, she could hardly speak anything else. She was a fluster of sensations and emotions, there was something about the way he was standing there looking down on her that made her feel dainty and sensual. Something that she had not felt with a man in a long time.
“Please come in.”
As she walked down the hallway his eyes were affixed to the back and forth sway of her hips, gazing upon her body’s movements as the soft satin glided across her curves. It was just as he had imagined, seeing her walk away from him, scantily clothed as he arrived at her door. And him following her into her house…
The next place that his mind took him to were his daydreams of pulling her against him and kissing her from behind, and then turning her around to face him as he laid her down onto her back on the couch and crawled on top of her. Kissing her as she slowly fell onto her back beneath him while looking up at him. As they entered the kitchen and she made her way to the countertop he quickened his pace and made his way behind her, setting his drink down on the counter beside her, placing his hands around her waist, and lightly pressing his against hers.
There she found herself now, sandwiched between him and the counter. Feeling his strength in the grip of his hands around her waist she knew what would come in the not too distant future. Then she felt a soft warm rush of air against her neck, quickly followed by the touch of his lips and her subsequent moan. His lips were what her wet dreams were made of, they were soft and attentive. It was like they knew every place to kiss upon her that made her body weak.
He continued to kiss upon her neck, making his way to her shoulders and the top of her back. All the while letting his hands explore the curves of her body.
“Turn around”, he softly whispered into her ear.
The next thing that she knew she felt herself being raised onto the countertop, his arm around her waist and his left gripped under the thigh of her right leg. She wrapped her arms around him and met his lips once more with hers, though those were not the lips that she wanted to be kissed at this moment in time. And as if he could read her mind…
“Do you mind if I go down and give her a kiss? I’ll be right back up, but I want to make sure that I say hello and introduce myself to her.”
“Yes sir you may”, she responded as she giggled.
With his hands placed on her thighs he slowly opened her legs up, as he made his way down onto his knees. Happily surprised to see that underneath her satin robe there were no panties that he needed to remove. The first kiss was to the inside of her thighs, sending a tingling sensation through her body. He was so close. Working his way centimeter by centimeter closer to her little flower. Then as he arrived at her sweet warm center, whose warmth he could feel radiating onto his face, he gave her the softest most gentle kiss.
He kissed the lips between her thighs the same way that he had kissed her lips at the front door, gently and intentionally. With each kiss applying just a bit more pressure with his mouth, which her moans matched as they intensified in unison.
Her hand moved to the back of his head, “Yes sir. Please right there. Please don’t stop. You feel so amazing sir. I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”
She remembered one of his tweets from the week before: “Let me write a love note on your clit with my tongue”, and she felt like she was living this reality in that moment. Every movement of his tongue on her pussy felt like a realization of weeks of tweets back and forth, texts, and FT calls. No more imagining, she finally was in the moment where she could feel herself beginning to reach an orgasm from him in person and not just from the naughty thoughts she had of him while using her vibrator on herself.
And then when I stand up to pull my shirt off, you seeing this standing above you as you’re lying down on your back. You may have to ask for dick. Because I know I’m gonna wanna spend an inordinate amount of time dining on your sweet succulent delicacy.
I love when I have to beg for it 🤤 You’ll get dick once I’ve had my fill. And I think you’re properly craving it. I want you so wet and warmed up that your first orgasm happens the moment I slide into you for the first time and you feel how I fit against your walls.
I know you’ll be begging for me to fuck you. Begging to have me inside of you. And I cannot wait to be there. The groan that will come from deep inside of me the first time I slide deep inside of you will be one your mind will not forget.
The thought is beautiful and upsetting all at the same time. Cause I imagine myself laying over you, holding myself up with my right arm while my left hand is down rubbing your wet pussy through your panties. “You like that huh?” I’d ask as I look down over you and see your back starting to slightly arch and your eyes roll back just a touch. “Yes sir.” you’d let out with a moan when you feel my fingers start to gently massage the lips of your pussy, as I’ve slid your panties to the side.
Yes, cause that’s exactly how I want you to experience him for the first time. I want to be on top of you, and slowly slide into you, an inch at a time. So you can feel him in detail inside of you, and so I can feel, see, and hear you react to feeling him for the first time.
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