This story is the result of a lot of hard work by Angel Love, who did a lot of good editing on my story, my sincerest thanks to her.
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Damn it I was nervous . . . way too nervous considering I was just meeting a girl. Well to be honest, she wasn't just any girl. She was really hot stuff. All these thoughts and more plagued me. I let my mind wander back to a day some six months ago when I, having nothing better to do logged onto some random chat site. My intention was to have a laugh or two.. Browsing randomly through the list of people online, I happened on the name ARIEL.
And that was the beginning...sounds, insignificant doesn't it but aren't the beginnings of most things? Soon enough we were regularly chatting, exchanging photos and sending . . .
"Excuse me," my thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice, one that sounded familiar.
Looking up I saw in person the face I had seen in pictures hundreds of times, in my dreams thousands of times and in my thoughts always. She was petite, a mere 5'3, with that perfect proportioning that small women seem to have. Her shapely legs ran up to her firm rounded bottom, which tapered into a small waist that I guessed couldn't have been more that 22inches. The flat of her stomach gave way to the gentle rise of her breasts, not too small not too big. 'A perfect mouthful,' I thought to myself.
I moved my gaze upward to her face, that milky white skin, those luscious lips, those piercing blue eyes and the mass of blond hair that came down to her waist. Gulping down my desire to kiss her right there, I smiled sheepishly and said, "Ariel, great to finally meet you, want a drink?"
"That would be nice," she replied in a voice that sounded oh so sensual to my ears.
We sat . . . we talked . . . things came easily. It wasn't awkward like I had expected; rather it seemed that we were totally in tune to each others thoughts. And so the night went on till finally the bar closed. It was the first time I felt awkward. Do I drop her to her hotel or ask her back to my place? But damn it I wanted her back at my place, in my bed.
She solved all my problems by simply saying, "I really don't feel like going back to the hotel." Well that was that. We quickly walked back to my place, where after a few more drinks I was burning with desire.
She came to me, so small and soft, I could have crushed her. I mean I'm about 6 foot and weigh about 200 pounds, work out five days a week and am pretty damn proud of my body. I took her gently into my arms, and kissed those soft tender lips, gently at first, then slowly pushing my tongue in deeper and deeper. Tasting those sweet lips, I felt her respond with her own tongue, gently darting in and out of my mouth, her teeth gently biting on my lips.