After being internet lovers for nearly a year, I was finally getting to meet him face to face. My body quivered at the thought as my plane was landing. When it came time to step off the plane, my knees were shaking so fiercely, I could barely stand. I took a deep breath, held my head high and did my best to not look as nervous as I was feeling. As I stepped into the airport, surrounded by all the other passengers meeting their friends and loved ones, his was the only face I saw. It stood out to me, and I couldn't even see all the many people standing around me. He walked up to me, sweeping me into his arms, as we hugged and kissed each other for the first time. It just seemed so magical, it was so perfect.
We got my luggage and headed to his apartment. Standing outside his apartment door, I could no longer hide my nervousness, and, though he noticed, he didn't mention it. Instead, he carried my luggage to his bedroom, and then turned back to me and suggested we just go catch an early dinner. I agreed, maybe a little too eagerly, but that was just what I needed. As we sat there eating, the conversation just flowed so naturally, and we laughed and talked for so long, my nervousness completely disappeared.
I was still pretty relaxed, when we got back to his apartment. He fixed us both a drink and we sat in the living room, talking and laughing some more. He leaned over, setting his glass on the table, and started kissing me, commenting on how long he's waited to taste my lips. He took my hands and led me to his room, his lips never leaving mine. When he stopped, he told me to stand still and he started walking around me. I was facing the bed. I heard the door close behind me, and then I felt his hands on my dress, pulling it up over my head. I started to turn to him, to reach for him, but he stopped me, asking me to stand still, with my hands down at my side.
My body started shaking as his hands ran down my sides, sliding my panties down my legs, his lips moving over my hip and following his hands down to my knee. I stepped out of my panties and then felt his lips on my other knee, moving up my leg and over my other hip. He stepped back and when he removed his hands from me, I suddenly felt very cold. I could hear him moving behind me, but he wouldn't let me turn around. Then, I felt him behind me again, and I could feel his hard dick on my ass as he rubbed his hips against mine. His hands on my back, he undid my bra and pushed it over my shoulders. As it slid off my arms, he reached around me, taking my breasts in his hands, his lips on the back of my neck. I reached behind me, longing to touch him, but he told me to keep my hands down.
Then, I felt him push down on my shoulders, as he told me to sit on my heels, with my knees opened in front of me, and reminded me to keep my hands at my sides. I looked up at him, as he walked in front of me. He brushed my hair back, and gently rubbed the head of his dick across my lips. I stuck my tongue out, but he jerked back away from me, telling me not to move, no licking, no sucking, just to sit there with my mouth opened slightly. Once again, he started to rub my lips with his dick. I could feel his precum covering my lips and longed to taste it. He put a finger in my mouth, gently pushing it open a little more and slid just the head into my mouth. Oh how I longed to caress it with my tongue, to wrap my lips tightly around it, but I didn't dare for fear that he'd take it away from me again. For what seemed like ages, he continued this, rubbing my lips, sliding just a little into my mouth. Then, he stepped back, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me. He could see how hard my nipples were, could see the moisture on my thighs from how excited I was. He told me I could move forward now and could suck his dick, but he wanted me to keep my hands at my sides.
