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.
I pull you toward my waiting mouth. Slowly and softly I begin moving up and down the shaft of your cock. I realize I can't take your entire length into my mouth, so I wrap my hands around the base, moving my hands with my mouth, hoping not to disappoint you. I run my tongue along the underside, building a rhythm, until you pull away, shuddering. I look at you in confusion, but you only smile and lean forward, dropping to your knees in front of me. Our lips meet and we kiss for a little longer while you push my hand down to your cock and help me stroke it back and forth. "I'm really close to coming," you say, and push my hand away. "Stand up, then" and as you do, I take your cock as deep as possible into my mouth and begin to suck, only seconds pass before your hot semen shoots into my throat and overflows onto my tongue.
After I swallow the warm saltiness of your semen, I sit for a minute and recover my composure. I begin to pull my skirt back down and reach for my shirt, but you stop me. You offer me your hand and lead me to my bedroom. "I can tell you meant everything you said in your e-mails, so now will you let me take control? You won't be sorry." I nod and follow your lead. You push me back slowly onto the bed and spread my legs wide. I watch you as you bring your lips down so close to me that I can feel warm breath against my still moist skin. I catch my own breath as I begin to excite at the idea of your tongue wet against me again. You pause and ask me if I remember the safe word I chose when we were discussing this night. I nod, and you kiss me once hard on the mouth. "Good girl. I knew you were paying attention."
I reach toward you and try to pull you closer, but you press my hands down firmly into the bed, and hold my wrists in your grip. I lay back and close my eyes, shivering though I'm not at all cold. I push against the restraint of your hands and spread my legs still wider. I imagine your thick cock getting hard again, and wonder if it is. My thoughts are answered as I feel you move closer and your hard cock presses against my stomach as the weight of your body takes my breath away. I wrap my legs around you and try to control my breathing as you lift my arms above my head and wrap soft rope around my wrists and quickly through the slats of the headboard. I pull to test your prowess, and find that I can move just inches, and I feel the rope tighten.
You move away to tease my clit with the head of your penis and then just as quickly push away and I see you leave the room. I stretch to one side to see where you might have gone. I question what I've done to get to this point, but can't ignore my feelings of excitement. I do trust you, as much as one can trust someone they just recently met.