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For my friend, B.
There’s a knock on the hotel room door. Peering through the peephole to ensure it’s not an axe-wielding maniac, I see you, a petite brunette trying to compose your features, a blush upon your high cheekbones. You wait outside, running a hand over your dark, curling hair. Gratification has been delayed long enough. I turn the handle and open the door.
Stepping over the threshold, you pause. Finally, we’re face to face. I’ve told you what to expect – I’m an older, retired gentleman in a comfortable yet sexless marriage. Am I what you anticipated? Am I shorter or taller than you thought? Handsomer or plainer? Fatter or thinner? In the shadows, it’s difficult to read your expression. Finally, you hold out a hand. You’re trembling – whether from fear, nervous energy or excitement, I can’t tell. I extend my own weathered paw, taking your hand in mind. You’re smaller boned than I imagined, your touch is light, yet your grip is firm.
In a moment, that brief touch is gone. You’re smiling, the dark semi-circles of your eyes crinkling at the corners. I can tell from your gaze that I am as you had imagined me during these past few weeks as our on-line correspondence flourished.
“Ethan?” you ask, your voice is lower than I expected, more mellifluous.
“Yes,” I confirm. “And you’re Vanessa?”
“Exactamundo.” You grimace then instantly break into a merry peal of laughter. “Sorry! I’m so nervous, I say the stupidest things sometimes.”
“It’s a bit of an unusual situation, I don’t blame you,” I reassure you. I want to touch you more, but you’ve already walked past me into the room, hesitating in front of the bed. And now we have it, the elephant in the room. I lock the door behind you and wave magnanimously at the king-sized bed with its tasteful yet generic charcoal-and-black patterned coverlet.
“Please, sit down.”
“Oh…ok.” You perch awkwardly on the edge of the bed, your ankles crossed demurely, knees pointing away from the chair in which I sit.
“Can I …do you want something to drink?” I offer, feeling like a host at an impromptu party.
“No, I’m fine, thanks,” you reply, your liquid brown eyes traveling over the furnishings of the mid-level hotel room.
“Did you have any trouble finding the place?” I ask, trying to infuse a semblance of normalcy into the conversation.
“Nope. Well, a little, but that’s because of my fundamental lack of faith in my GPS. I always feel like it’s lying to me, just waiting for me to fail. It never snickers when I turn the wrong way, but I think, secretly, it’s pleased, little complacent AI bastard.”
I venture a laugh. There you are, the you I’ve come to know.
“It’s good to finally meet you, Vanessa.”
“You, too, Ethan.” Your eyes shine warmly into mine. “I feel bad, I’m not even sure how this,” you wave a hand around at the room. “Even works.”
“Me neither,” I admit. “It’s my first time trying this, too.”
“People say everyone lies on the internet, I’m never sure…” your voice trails off. “Not that I’m calling you a liar!” The blush which had begun to leave your cheek rises to a deep crimson, a pretty hue upon your olive complexion. “Oh my God. I’m just gonna go sit in the corner and die now.”
“No need for that!” I laugh. “You did warn me that you’re socially awkward and I took no offence. Remember I told you that offence has to be taken, it can’t be given.”
A slow smile slowly spreads over your face as you recognize the phrase from one of our emails. “I remember. It is good – really good – to finally be in the same room.”
Your foot taps on the floor, a nervous tic I hadn’t expected from you. “I feel like one or both of us should be drunk to start the ball rolling.”
“Do you want a drink?” I offer again. I hadn’t even looked to see what was in the minibar.
“No, I was just kidding. I just…how do we proceed?” you ask, shrugging out of your dark blue trench coat which falls around your hips on the bed.
“That’s a good start,” I tease.
“What? Oh, haha! Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” You laugh nervously, casting a quick look down at the coat as though partially regretting your previous action. “I guess, what do you see happening?”
“If this were one of our stories, I’d say that the first thing that would happen would be …” my voice trails off as I try to envision the scenario as it would unfold without our self-imposed “no touching” rules. “I wouldn’t let you in the door without tasting your lips.”
Your eyes widen, growing misty as you begin to partake of my fantasy. Your cupid bow lips part, hanging open slightly, revealing a row of small, pearly teeth which mersin escort close down upon the pouting bottom lip. You take a deep breath, your full breasts rising under the soft, shimmery material of your shirt.
“I’d pull you close, my hands loosening your hair so it falls from its binding. Then I’d run my hands down your back. I’d …I’d cup your ass to pull you closer to me.” I’m beginning to breathe hard, pretending that I’d actually touched you thus when you first arrived. My cock, never dilatory, begins to harden beneath my trousers. Your small, pale hands reach up to unpin your hair, the long curls tumbling around your shoulders. I’m surprised to spot glints of amber in the luxurious, glossy darkness. Your eyes never leave mine as you begin to unfasten the pearlescent buttons down the front of your blouse.
My hand is on my cock which is beginning to feel painfully constricted in its khaki covering. I unfasten my belt, the slight metallic noise causes you to look down in anticipation of the big reveal. Your hands don’t falter as they smooth your blouse from your shoulders to join the coat upon the bed. I stop, momentarily distracted by your quickening breaths, your breasts rising and falling fast within their black, iridescent demi-cups. It wouldn’t take much for your creamy bounty to burst free from the half-coverings which hold them as tightly as fingers. Sensing my gaze, you reach behind, fiddling with the clasp, until they’re released, standing proudly forth, nipples taut with anticipation.
I groan, pulling on my zipper with speed born of desperation. I need to be free. Within moments, I rise from the chair. Even the restriction of my boxers is too much for me to handle. My cock springs forth, eagerly pointing towards you.
“Take off your shirt.”
I’m surprised when your voice reaches my ears, caught up in the moment as I was. I quickly comply, removing my turquoise polo shirt and dropping it to the floor. I stand before you naked except for my socks. You take a moment, your eyes drinking in this sight which has been so long denied to you. Desire flashes fiercely from the depths and I know you’re as pleased as I am to find that fantasy has surpassed reality.
I grasp my cock firmly as you unzip your skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. You’re blushing again as the black, lacy belt of a garter is revealed, holding up thigh-high panty hose. It’s been years since I’ve seen anyone actually wearing them.
“I…I got this specially for tonight,” you confide in an embarrassed whisper.
“It’s…it’s stunning! Beautiful! You’re beautiful!” I hasten to correct, stroking my cock with firm motions. This is better than a webcam, you’re right. I had suggested something like that, but you said you’d be too embarrassed to try. A live, in-person audience increases the chemistry exponentially. I almost feel as though I’m going to burst right now.
You give me time to drink my fill of the sight of your slender thighs encased in the retro-chic lingerie. In one smooth motion, your hands cup your breasts, holding them towards me in an offertory gesture. When you’re certain that you have my attention once again, you raise your hand, inserting a finger between your lips, twisting as you suck. I shudder, imagining that full, pouting mouth wrapped firmly around my cock, taking delight in swirling your tongue up and down the new experience of my uncut member. You’d play with the skin, enjoying the sensation as the uncut sheath slipped off of the head, savoring the salty droplets of my precum.
Removing the finger from your mouth, you rub the wet tip around the plum colored areola until it glistens. You grasp your nipple firmly between with your index finger and thumb, rolling the projection luxuriously as you watch me from beneath your hooded lids.
It’s difficult to maintain a slow pace when you offer such provocations, though I force myself to slow down. I pull my foreskin back and yes, there’s the precum which should be on your tongue.
“Show me your balls, please.” It’s adorable how you’re still blushing. Or perhaps your color heightens with arousal. I’m so pleased that you’re as into this as I am, I readily obey. I stand with legs asunder, displaying my complete package. I roll my balls between my hands, feeling the firm orbs within their velvet pouch, imagining your small fingers and their light touch in place of my sturdier digits.
With one foot still on the floor, you lean back onto the bed. Your left foot is curled under your perky bottom. You raise your right knee slightly so that your cunt is directly in front of me on full display. Reaching mersin escort bayan down with your right hand, you caress the cleft of your pussy, your fingers separating the dark purple lips like a curtain, revealing the warm, wet pinkness. I can see your desire glistening up to the line of your knuckle when you curl your finger up to caress your clit. Your breath catches in small gasps escaping as moans while you pleasure yourself. I can’t suppress a groan, imagining what it would be like to enclosed deep within your gleaming wetness.
Your hips undulate, pressing backwards into the bed, thrusting forward as though meeting the mighty parries of my insatiable cock.
“Do you want me in there, fucking you as hard as I can? Pounding deep in your sweet cunt?” I ask. I can feel myself on the cusp of climax.
“Yes! I want your big, hard cock buried inside me! I want you to fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Your hips sway wildly, your fingers working hard and fast as you simulate what my cock would feel like instead. I can tell you love it. I can see from your face that your fingers are clenched as tightly as my cock; you’re surprised by your own strength.
I cum so hard I spurt eagerly into my handkerchief, groaning as I unleash my load, my hands tight around the constriction of my balls. It’s such a powerful climax, I close my eyes. I don’t even realize you’ve left the bed until I hear your voice right beside my ear.
“Do you mind if I…if I try some?” you ask timidly, indicating the seed splattered over the fabric. I nod, mystified. I can deny you nothing. When our fingers touch for the exchange, I shiver. Aside from that preliminary, business-like handshake, we haven’t touched at all. I watch as you lift the white fabric with the glistening pool to your lips, your pink tongue darting out to taste me. I can feel the heat radiating from your skin. You haven’t retreated. I can smell the scent of jasmine and roses which rises from your pale skin. Your eyes meet mine as you lick all of my cum into your sweet, cupid’s bow of a mouth like a cat daintily tasting cream. You savor the taste of me before swallowing. Dropping the handkerchief on the chair beside me, you resume your position on the end of the bed.
“You don’t mind if I finish, do you?” you ask, casting a shy glance over your shoulder. I’m watching your ass as you walk away, creamy globes which reveal shimmering muscles as you move.
“No…please…go right ahead,” I stutter. I’m exhilarated even if my member lies spent in my lap. I feel the gentle stirrings of passion as I imagine what it would be like to take you from behind, to feel that ass slam against my thighs.
You repose once more upon the bed. Your fingers form a vee above your clitoris as you spread your pussy lips so that I can see how wet and tight a berth you offer. You’re using both hands now, propped up on your elbows. Your eyes are fever bright as you make sure that I don’t miss a moment. I can see my cum still upon your lips which you lick and bite as the tension within you mounts.
“Stand up and let me see your cock,” you request sweetly.
“But I’m…it’s over, I came.” I’m perplexed.
“I still want to see you,” you plead. “I want to observe up close what an uncircumcised cock looks like.”
Quite a bit of my firmness returns as I stand at the foot of the bed, mere inches away from your eager, sopping cunt. I can hear the wet noises as your hand glides in and out.
“Pull back the skin just a little,” you suggest. I oblige you, giving you an up-close view of the slit from which I pour forth my cum. You lick your lips as though imagining the same thing.
“I wish I could have more, Ethan,” you say, panting hard. “It made me so hot, drinking your cum like that. I wish I could get some of it straight from the source.”
I shudder. Yes, I wish you could, too.
“Tell me, what would you like to do to me right now, if we were allowed to touch, if you weren’t married. Tell me how you would fuck me.”
“I’d…I’d get right between your knees. I’d taste you first. I haven’t seen anyone get as wet as you do,” I’m staring down into the welcoming orifice so close in front of me. You spread your lips wide again so I can see just what I’m missing.
“I know. I’ve been told I get extraordinarily wet,” you confide.
“That’s all you? I thought maybe you… used something,” I blurt out before realizing that that was kind of rude.
“I’ve never had to use anything. If you don’t believe me, take a little taste,” you say with a saucy little wink.
I close my eyes, battling the temptation. “You know escort mersin I can’t, Vanessa. I’m married. It wouldn’t … I couldn’t – “
“I know, I’m just being naughty,” you reply with a smile, though I sense a bit of sadness beneath your cavalier tone.
“I want to, you know I do…” I don’t want you to feel rejected. That’s the last thing I intend.
“I’m sorry, I’m being so bad,” you say. “I just know you’d like the way I taste. After all, I’ve already tasted yummy you.”
“Vanessa -“
“No, you’re right, of course, you’re right,” you agree hastily. You press your hips upwards so that your cunt is so close I can smell your sweet musk. You do smell delicious. “Tell me, what next? After you’ve tasted me?”
“I’d…I’d touch you, preparing to enter you with my cock,” I am mesmerized by the sight of your cunt as displayed by your fingers and the slow sinuous motion of your hips. “Then I’d…I’d…”
I have my cock in my hand once again. “I’d finger fuck you for a while.”
I’m pleased to see that you’re putting my words into action. Your long tapering fingers reach inside, plunging repeatedly into the shimmering pinkness. “Then I’d enter you. I’d start slow at first, so that you can feel every inch, feel the difference which an uncut cock can make against the walls of your pussy. Then I’d go faster.”
My hand is working my cock, I want to come again, I’m going to come again, but not yet. I have time. Your hand pumps furiously in your cunt, you’re moaning and thrashing and it’s – damn it, it’s almost more than I can take, you’re so close. The wild thrusts have moved you farther along the bed towards me, I’m standing right between your legs. If I wanted to, I could just slip in – but I won’t.
Suddenly, your hips shift. You’ve raised yourself from the bed and I, in my haze of frustrated desire, barely noticed. From the superior height given to you by the mattress, your tits are inches from my face. I could touch your nipple with my tongue with the slightest extension from my mouth.
“What are you doing, Vanessa?” I breathe. I want to do this yet I know I shouldn’t. I know we can’t.
“Please, Ethan. I need your cock inside me. You can see – it’s physics. My hands are nowhere near big enough to satisfy myself. I need your cock inside me. Please, please help me to come,” you murmur close to my ear. “I won’t do it if you truly don’t want to. But if you do, no one ever has to know.”
Looking deep into your pleading eyes, I know that I’m going to capitulate even before I nod my head. Relief sweeps over your features as your hand reaches out to touch my shaft. Oh God, your hands feel so good, sticky as they are from touching yourself. You guide me inside with one hand, even as you bear me down towards the mattress, your other hand gentle yet firm upon the back of my neck.
The first sensation as I glide between your lips is indescribable. You hold me so closely, yet your wetness enables me to move deeper like a silken glove. I rest briefly, every sensation as your cunt clutches my cock deep inside is seared upon my memory. You wrap your legs around my waist, refusing to let me escape even if I’d wanted to. But I don’t want to.
I kiss you finally, your lips as hungry as mine, your tongue seeking the contours within my mouth. You’ve slowed the rhythm of your hips. You intend to enjoy every second of this illicit encounter, the denouement which you masterminded against my scruples. My hands explore your tits, fondling and squeezing as I pump in and out of your pussy. My lips enjoy the hardness of your nipple which was so tempting, so teasingly just moments before. I massage your clit, driving you wild as your hips buck against mine. It almost feels like a battle for supremacy, yet I know we both want the same thing.
“Harder please, Ethan! Harder!” you whisper in my ear. I can’t control myself any longer. Your wild thrashing has awoken a beast deep within me. I won’t stop, can’t stop fucking you. Your cunt clasps my cock hard, trying to wrest my cum from me. Your soft fingers roll my balls, enjoying the feeling as they tighten. You don’t let go.
“Oh God, Ethan! You feel so good! I love your steely cock! I love how it feels inside my cunt! Please don’t stop!” You seem delirious with hunger as our hips meet, crashing, pulling back, only to join once more, our bodies smacking wetly together. Again and again, you rise to meet me. You can feel from my balls just how close I am to coming. Your legs keep me prisoner between your thighs as I shoot my load deep within your cunt, the surprisingly strong walls of your pussy milking my cock spasmodically.
“So good,” you say softly, your breath tickling my ear while your body shudders against mine in the throes of climax.
“Thank you, Ethan.” Your eyes are closed as my cock slips from inside you, but you haven’t let me go. Your arms are wrapped around me, your face buried in my chest. “That was so good,” You shiver against me, murmuring once more, “Thank you.”
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