Being nervous suited Sara. It brought a flush to her cheeks that set off her fair complexion and deepened her already dark blue eyes.
She had waited long enough to meet the object of her affection and the thrill of finally meeting him in the flesh made her feel both excited and anxious. She wondered how it would go, would they be as comfortable in person as they had been online. She certainly hoped so. Justin had been the only man on the dating site who had spoken to her as a person. He seemed genuinely interested in who she was and what she was about. They had spent hours chatting away about all sorts of things and the attraction between them had come as a surprise to both of them.
Sara, tinged with sadness, remembered where Justin was off to tomorrow. Before they had even spoken Justin had agreed to go overseas to care for an elderly relative that had been neglected by closer family members. The day they first spoke on the net Justin had informed her that a relationship of any sort wasn't possible as he was due to fly out of the country in two months. Sara had accepted that and they agreed to chat anyway, sparking off a fantastic friendship. Sara had unburdened her soul to this man whom she barely knew, telling him of the years of hurt she had suffered at the hands of her family and then her ex-husband. She revealed how inadequate she had felt when her marriage had failed and how she had not been with another man since he had left. Justin's warmth and understanding had endeared him to her and his sexy and flirtatious ways had tempted her to delve into the world of cyber sex.
She leaned her head out of her bedroom window, her hair falling in a curvaceous cascade over her shoulder and then glanced back at the clock. Any minute now and he would be here.
Sara was momentarily lost in thought. Remembering their passionate encounters over the net, she blushed even though she was alone. A slow sexy smile spread across her full lips as she relived the amazingly intense experience of sharing her sexuality voyeuristically.
Snapped back to reality by the approaching car she craned her neck checking out the driver.
Her mind screamed 'it's him', as she leapt to her feet, quickly assessing her appearance before breathing deeply in a vain attempt to calm herself. Her mind raced as she casually strolled to the door to welcome her guest.
It had been a beautiful day and Sara had kept the door open to make the most of the soft warm breeze.
Their eyes meet eliciting broad smiles from them both.
"Hey baby," she said greeting her guest like a lifetime friend.
"Hey yourself" Justin replied as he strode up the steps.
Big strong arms encased her drawing her to his chest in a single smooth move.
Sara sighed and surrendered to his embrace. How was it that, this single hug, could make her feel so at ease? Being lost in his arms was intensely blissful, washing away years of hurt and rejection, replacing them with feelings of acceptance and belonging.
Justin, sensing the enormity of the moment for her, softly crooned, "You're safe now baby, no one will ever hurt you again."
It is unclear how long they stood there wrapped in each other's arms but for however long it was, it would never be too long.
Sara need not have worried about them being awkward in person. Conversation and laughter flowed as easily as the summer breeze and dinner was enjoyed by both. Even washing the dishes became fun as they laughed and joked about like children. Sara scooped up a generous handful of suds and with a mischievous grin sent them flying in Justin's direction and before long; they were wrestling for supremacy over the suds war.
Breathless and wet with her hands pinned behind her back, Sara stopped her fussing and gazed up at her captor. His eyes seemed to see her very soul and the desire in them was undeniable. Making no attempt to free herself, she offered her lips up to his feeling his hot breath mingling with her own as he took her mouth and made it his own. His tongue slipping between her soft lips sent waves of electricity shooting down through her body awakening sensations long forgotten and quickly welcomed.
Justin relinquished his hold on her hands only to slide his hands up her arms until he held her face gently as he kissed her with the tenderness of first love sweethearts and the passion of well-acquainted lovers. A subtle moan slipped from her mouth as his tongue searched out hers drawing it deeply into his waiting mouth. She gave her mouth to him, openly and without reservation feeling his silken tongue stroking her lips before taking them gently between his teeth.
Sara gasped feeling that familiar wetness that previously only she had created.
How wonderful it was to have someone else bring on such a heated bodily response.
His hands moved up her face to merge with her fiery locks as he gently took a handful of her hair pulling her head back to expose her throat. His hot wet lips worked down to her delightfully sensitive neck and began to bite and suck the soft skin he found there as his free hand manipulated the buttons of her blouse exposing the red lace bra that attempted to restrain her ample breasts. This time it was his turn to moan. The sight of her wonderfully full breasts straining against the flimsy fabric of her bra was almost more than he could bear, he wanted her, now.
Justin reminded himself of the importance of this first encounter. He wanted to give Sara back her womanhood, wanted to be the one to give her all the pleasures she had been missing since her husband had left all those years ago.
And with that in mind, he proceeded to free her breasts from their confines marveling at the perfectly formed nipples perched proudly on her soft full breasts. They seemed to call to him, begging him to be taken and teased and he was quick to oblige. Stooping down to her breasts, he flicked the erect nipple with the tip of his tongue and watched in amazement as it nearly doubled in size. Justin was stunned; she was so responsive to the slightest touch. His mouth imprisons her nipple firmly between his tongue and teeth feeling her tense and tremble as he did so.
Sara was transfixed; her body had a mind of its own as she trembled beneath his exquisite touch. Every sensation felt virgin and vibrant and seemed to consume her totally and the wetness in her panties had worked its way thru the fabric to grace her thighs with its presence. Without even thinking her hand automatically made its way between her thighs seeking the juices that she knew to be sweet and as her fingers glided gently over the soaked fabric she shuddered. Two fingers worked their way inside the edge of her black lace G-string to immediately immersing themselves in the warm slippery wetness of her aching pussy. Taking a sample of her wetness, she circled her other nipple coating it in the sumptuous delicacy before urging Justin to bestow his attentions to the wet waiting nipple.
He didn't need any further prompting, he took her ripe nipple in his mouth savoring the musky flavor on his tongue sucking long and hard on her juicy nipple till it was bright red and rigid. The ache in his balls grew intense as his desire for this voluptuous vixen threatened to take over and he straightened to gaze into her smoldering eyes. He gently stroked her face noticing the shimmer of fine sweat that was beginning to form on her skin. "Justin," she said in a quietly sexy voice," I want you to make love to me baby, I want you to show me what it is to be a woman again."
Justin heart leapt at the depth of what she was asking. He felt privileged to be the one to reunite this woman with her sexuality.
"Oh baby, it will be my absolute pleasure to make love to you." And with that said, Sara took his hand leading him down the hall to her room and waiting bed.
Sara nervously led Justin down the hallway to her room, her mind racing with a thousand different thoughts.
Would it be the perfect encounter she had dreamed of? Would she be pleasing to Justin? She hoped she would. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he deserved.
It was important to her that she be as sexy and desirable to him as he was to her. Sara desperately needed to know that she still had it in her, that sensual ability to make men crumble at her touch. Her ex husband had certainly had no complaints; in fact, he claimed it was her best attribute. She had certainly taken pride in her ability to pleasure her man always seeking new and imaginative ways of keeping their passion alive and it had worked. Sex everyday and several times during a weekend kept the fires well alight within the relationship.
Sara led the way into her room, the soft light from previously lit candles created a soft welcoming ambiance and the aroma of incense lent an air of sensuality to the room. Her decision to slip away after dinner and set the mood of the room had been a good one. The room was inviting and relaxing, the perfect environment for this auspicious occasion.
