The first time we meet up, it would be at the train station. I would be stood there, slightly nervous on the platform waiting for your train to arrive. Single red rose wrapped in cellophane held in my hand and a small box of chocolates gift wrapped with a bow, tucked under my arms.
As your train slowly pulled into the station, I’d feel the butterflies in my stomach. Will she like me? Is my breath ok? What should I say to her. All these things would be racing round my mind as I anticipated our first embrace.
The train arrives, and I see you through the glass window, stood up waiting to disembark. I catch your eyes glancing around the station, looking for mine, in wonder and expectation. It seems to take forever for the other passengers to disembark. My heart starts to race. This is the moment. Don’t mess it up now Jon, don’t say anything stupid.
As you step onto the platform, I get my first full length sight of you in the flesh and I quickly scan your body up and down. You catch eyes on me and smile. That same big beautiful smile from your profile picture, but there you are, in the flesh in front of me and I feel myself captivated under your spell already. I smile back, conscious of the shade of beetroot my cheeks must be turning.
You approach me and say Hi in that soft feminine voice. In my head I’m saying to myself, say something back, how was your journey, but instinct takes over and I immediately lean in and kiss your cheek tenderly for the first time. I smell your perfume on your neck, I feel your wavy locks brush against me. I look directly into those sexy deep brown eyes for the first time and it’s like I’m looking directly into your soul. The tension is palpable. I notice you take a sharp intake of breath as we have both anticipated this moment for so long.
At this point, it’s as if time itself has stopped. The hustle and bustle all around me seems to have melted away into insignificance. You are all I can see and I want that first real kiss so badly. I tilt my head, and lean into you once more. Our torsos touching, our lips meeting as I taste your sweet lip gloss as I press my lips against yours. It’s better than I ever could imagine, and boy have I been imagining this moment. Your lips are warm and moist, the press becomes a little more open and we synchronise our lips allowing me to slide my tongue against yours for the first time.
The kissing becomes more passionate and needy. I allow the chocolates to fall to the floor so I can fully embrace you. My torso enveloping yours. My broad shoulder and big strong arms, gentle constrict you as I place my hands around your back. Our eyes now closed. I reach one hand up to hold the back of your head, gliding my fingers through that silky soft hair and onto your scalp, pulling you slightly closer and nearer to me.
I allow my other hand, still holding the single rose to slide down to the small of your back so you can feel my presence against you. The whole world around us could be on fire but it still wouldn’t be as hot as the passion we have for each other. My chest against your chest. You can feel my heart pounding and I can feel your breath on the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine.
I break away from the kiss so I can look back into your eyes once more. It’s real. Your here and you are mine for the very first time. I wipe away a stray eyelash from your cheek with my thumb as the palm of my hand reaches out for your face. I embrace you again with a big firm hug, my head on your shoulder as I delicately whisper in your ear “I love you” for the first time in person. I plant my lips against your neck, leaving a small trace of the moisture from my lips to evaporate on your skin. You whisper back into my ear the same words, along with a slight gasp of air.
I trace the shape of the side of your body with my hand, pausing over your hips then reaching back to give your bottom a gentle squeeze whilst watching your reaction to see if it pleases you or not. Your face says it does as your eyes squint and you bite your bottom lip. Suddenly it seems very warm in this station even though their is a crisp chill in the air from outside.
You reach your hand out to mine. I present you with my gifts for you, and with a smile you thank me. I lead the way as we walk hand in hand through the bustle, navigating to the exit. Now the winter chill bites. I notice that you are shivering slightly so I unbutton my coat and wrap it around you. It dwarfs for feminine frame, but you feel safe, warm and comfortable. I know you can smell my cologne on my jacket.
We walk, glancing up at the night sky and the stars glisten just like your eyes. We reach the restaurant I booked as a surprise for you. Italian, your favourite food and we go through the door and there is a table waiting for us, specially prepared with rose petals and tea lights. A bucket with ice cools a bottle of pink champagne as I’ve pulled out all the stops to make you feel special tonight. I pull your chair back so you can sit down and remove my coat and your denim jacket. You’re wearing your little black dress and it hugs the figure of your body and your sparkling white gold necklace draws my attention to your chest area. I try not to make it too obvious but I can’t help but admire your chest. The cut does just enough to leave some mystery and intrigue whilst tantalising and teasing me. I know you’ve caught me glancing, and I’ve see you react by touching your hair playfully and smiling. It’s really not helping matters as I feel my body responding and we haven’t even eaten yet.
The waiter comes and pops our cork before allowing you to sample the bubbles before filling up our glasses. The waiter comes with the menu and I’m mesmerised by your beauty as you order your food. I have to be nudge to snap out of the enchantment you have cast on me to order mine. I thank the waiter, I stretch a hand across the white linen, careful not to catch the cuffs of my shirt on the tealights and reach out for your hand and give it a little squeeze. We talk, we laugh, we eat and we love. Under the table you brush your leg against the inside of mine, staring straight at me with a cheeky smile, seeing if I will react to your teasing. I almost knock over my glass of water before regaining composure.
As the meal draws to a close, I hail a cab to take you home, but to my surprise, you pull me into the cab with you. We head back to my hotel, almost oblivious to the taxi driver as we begin kissing passionately again. I pay the driver and we race to the lifts and up to my room. It’s a good job I booked a nice suite with a king sized bed.
I tap my hotel door key card against the sensor. The light goes green and once again the butterflies are back and I feel the anticipation as we race into that room. We barely notice the floor to ceiling views of the skyline, I pivot you, holding onto your waist so that now you are just behind the door and I move towards you, with the look of desire in my eyes, forcing you to back against the door. Cornered with nowhere to go. Now you feel this strange combination of the safety of my aura around you yet a slight vulnerability. You would be powerless to escape my muscular shoulders, but at the same time you’re exactly where you want to be.
We start kissing again, needily and animalisticly. We both know what is about to happen, and we both want it so badly. I pin you right back, holding the back of your hand against the timber of the door. There’s no escape. I tower above you, holding your waist as we continue kissing, our tongues massaging against each others. I move down to your neck. I reach around your back and unzip your dress and it slides off your body, revealing your pretty bra and underwear. You undo the top few buttons of my shirt, then pull it up over my head. My skin is so hot that you imagine an ice cube melting and dripping down my chest.
There are shivers going down your spine from the coldness of the lacquered wooden door against your back and the night air against your exposed flesh. Our torsos collide, I feel your breasts against my chest. I have to let go of your hand as I reach round and unhook your bra single handedly, after several attempts. I kiss down from your neck to the centre of your chest and by now your breathing is shallow and you moan slightly every time my lips make contact with your body. I wonder what dirty little thoughts are going through your mind. Your bra comes away as you allow to straps to fall off your shoulders and it drops to the floor. I take a little step back to see your now almost completely naked body in front of me. Your nipples are already pert and standing to attention. I kiss your breast and flick your nipples gently with the tip of my tongue, sending sensations shooting around your body as you reach a state of arousal that you have never felt so strongly before.
You run your fingers through my hair, slightly pinching and applying pressure, pushing me down your body as you feel me slowly working my way down, kissing the tender soft skin of your tummy and heading below your naval.
You’re absolutely desperate for me to touch your most sensitive parts by now. Your lingerie is wet right through already but I tease you, kissing just above the rim of your underwear before bouncing back up, taking you firmly by the hand and pulling you towards the bed, I grab either side of your hips and push you back onto the bed so you’re lay exposed on your back with me between your ankles. I crouch down, I remove your shoes and massage the soles of your feet before kissing my way up your inner legs. You feel my hair tickle you as it bristles against you, first on your calves then slowly, slowly up to your inner thighs. Getting closer and closer to those soaking lace knickers.
As I reach your groin area, I look up at your face as I kiss right around your underwear. The teasing is driving you insane. You can feel your genitals throbbing with anticipation. I allow my nose to press against the wetness of your crotch over your underwear. It’s just too much to bear now. I tell you to lift up your hips as I slowly pull down your underwear, getting more and more excited the more of your body I reveal. By now I’m painfully hard and the pressure of my underwear constricting my throbbing member is too much. I have to remove my jeans and shorts. Now we’re both completely naked, fully aroused and just desperate to feel our bodies become one.
But not just yet! I have work to do first! I kiss your pubic mound and the outer lips of your vulva softly. You’re bucking your hips, trying to pull my lips closer to you. I imagine that I am an artist, your vulva is my canvas and my tongue is my paintbrush. My warm saliva is my paint. All five of my senses are completely overwhelmed by the beauty of your body. I see the shape of your lips. I feel the softness of your skin against by lips and cheeks. I can smell the pheromones oozing from your body, drawing me in like a magnetic field. I can hear your groans of delight as you encourage me to put that tongue where your really want it.
Finally, I allow the tip of my paintbrush to slowly work its way from bottom to top of your inner lips, gently parting them with my hands for better access. Now I can taste you too and I am in almost as much ecstasy as you, enjoying the taste of the fruits of my labour. I allow my tongue to glide a little bit deeper, penetrating the opening of your vagina, Imagining how that would feel when my penis is inside you. My lips and jaw are absolutely coated with your juices, driving me even wilder. I glide my tongue up, directly over your urethra then teasing around your clitoris, massaging your hood, feeling your body react.
I begin to swirl my tongue directly over your clitoris. Slowly, but firmly at first, but increasing speed and rhythm as I form a circular motion. You thrust your hips to increase the pressure and intensity. The little flicks increase in veracity in line with your heart rate. I take my hand and gently slide my middle two fingers inside your vagina, pressing up against the front wall of your vagina until I feel the soft spongy flesh of your g-spot and massage it with a come hither motion so now you’ve got the pressure building up both from inside you and outside. Your moans get louder, your hips buck more violently.
We both know that very soon your body is going to explode with a powerful orgasm. You feel it building all over your body. In your toes, in your tummy, on your breasts. You play with your nipples as I continue to work that clitoris, flicking from side to side and up and down. You’re about to reach the point of no return. I feel your vagina starting to tighten against my fingers. You squeeze your fists tight against your pillow, your back arches and your body becomes stiff. You tilt your head back and scrunch up your eyes, your breathing is almost hyperventilation and you can’t control your increasingly louder groans of bliss. Your orgasm rips through your body and you vagina contracts powerfully against my fingers. That little bit of resistance inside you prolongs and intensifies your big O.
Hearing you, seeing you and feeling you cum like that is just too much stimulation for me. I simply have to be inside you right now. You wrap your legs around my shoulders and I penetrate you deeply for the first time. You feel so wet, my body just glides effortlessly inside you, increasing the speed and intensity until you feel me explode inside you, filling your vagina with my cum.
By now, both completely exhausted with weak knees and arms, we lie in each others arms and try to regain composure and get our breaths back. Hot, sticky, sweaty but in a state of bliss as I cuddle you, stroke your back, scratching lightly as we both fall asleep still naked before waking up the next morning and making love all over again.
