We have agreed to meet, because you have sent me a photo of you and I have sent you mine, and after a few email exchanges, we decide to meet at my place. You knock on the door and I answer, wearing a body-defining white t-shirt and a short but loose summery skirt. I wonder at that moment if I chose my outfit correctly. You are dressed in dark jeans and a white button-down shirt. I agonized over what to wear, but your eyes running over my round breasts and along my smooth legs tells me I chose wisely. I invite you in and as you look around, you notice that I already have a few candles burning and you hand me the bottle of wine that you have brought for us to share. We are both a little nervous, and we make small talk as I go to the kitchen to get some glasses. It's already understood why we decided to meet tonight, both of us had been disappointed by many bad matches and failed first dates...by chance we had met up through an internet dating site and had then emailed back and forth for a few months before finally getting up the nerve to meet in real life. We had shared such intimate details, so it felt both shocking and comfortable at the same time to see you in the flesh. "Thank you so much for inviting me over," you say. "Thank you for coming, I ...well, I'm just happy you're here."
We both sit down on the couch, and I pour two healthy glasses of wine for both of us. After a few sips, I turn to you and our eyes meet. "I guess we both know why we're here," I say, and with that we slowly lean a bit towards each other and softly kiss. This
starts out as a sweet, soft kiss, and we are both trembling a little. The next time we kiss, you part your lips slightly and taste me, feeling my warm breath against your lips. You run your hand through my hair and we look deep into each other's eyes, and this time there is far less hesitation. Our hungry lips meet and my tongue meets yours as we explore each other intimately, feeling the warmth and tender wetness in our kiss.
I take your hand in mine and guide you to my breast and you begin to softly caress me, while I run my hand under your shirt. "Can I take your shirt off?" you ask, looking me straight in the eyes. "Yes," I say, and I help you pull it over my head. I feel you softly caressing my breasts, then you pull the clasp apart on my bra and pull it away from my body. You slowly move your mouth down to my breasts. Taking each nipple into your mouth, your tongue is hot against my skin, and I watch you, in awe of the feelings you are bringing to me.
I run my hand down your chest, stopping at the hard bulge in your jeans. I slowly reach my hand into your jeans, distracted by your tongue against my skin, still pressing and kneading my nipples. I find your cock, trapped in your jeans, hard and hot. I am somewhat surprised at its size. Most men brag about their size. In all our very detailed e-mails, you had never made any mention of yours.... You pause and I smile, embarrassed at my thoughts and actions, my hand still against your penis. You move your hand under my skirt and push the fabric aside. Your eyes widen as you quickly discover that I'm not wearing anything under my skirt. I spread my legs slightly so that you have complete access. I wonder if you know that I've shaved just for you. Your fingers run along my clit and across my pussy, already wet from my excitement.
You stand up and begin to unbutton your fly, pausing to press your lips to mine and lean in toward me. I am so turned on right now that I ache, and you must know it. I watch as your cock springs free of your briefs and I am not surprised to see that my first impression was correct...you are far larger than any man I've ever been with.