Eashwar and I first met in a chat room. We got along very well there, but that was no indication of how things could turn out to be, now that we were going to meet for real. I had three hours before my flight, and I was armed with two very plausible excuses, ready to cut and run if this meeting got boring or awkward in anyway.
Meeting an online friend was nothing new for me, but most often than not, I came away feeling disappointed. Either the men were not what they had made themselves out to be, or they were only in it for sex, which was a complete turn-off. I can count on the fingers of one hand the men who actually described themselves as they were, and with whom I clicked. I wondered which category Eashwar would fall in.
I glanced at my watch – 6.00pm. Would he be here on time? As if on cue, my cell phone rang. I looked up to see him standing about 10 feet away from me, and smiled hello as I quickly took in his appearance. Not very tall, about 5'9" I'd say, slim, dark skinned, and very neatly dressed. He wore glasses and I couldn't see his eyes. His hair was so neatly combed, it practically screamed control freak. Hmmm...not bad, not bad at all.
Introductions over with, we walked down to the coffee shop. He ordered a slice of black-forest cake (where did he put it away!) and I asked for a sandwich. After the first couple of awkward moments conversation flowed easily enough. I guess I would have walked away from there in an hour, chalking it down as a pleasant enough experience if it weren't for that errant bit of whipped cream on his spoon. It transferred itself to his lips along with a crumb of chocolate cake and stubbornly clung there through conversation, and smiles, and laughter.
At first I just wanted to lean forward and flick that offending crumb of cake away, and then as I looked at him some more, at his soft lips as they pouted and parted and stretched in a smile to show the beginnings of small sharp teeth, I had this almost uncontrollable urge to lean forward and lick it off his lips. Embarrassed at my thoughts I looked away, but not for long.
My eyes were drawn to Eashwar's lips again and again. I noticed how soft they seemed, and the way the tip of his tongue reached out to wet one corner of his mouth just before he smiled.
What would he do, I wondered, if I walked around the table and leaned down, one hand on his shoulder, the other on the table, and kissed him. He would taste of chocolate I knew.
I closed my eyes and imagined touching my lips to his, softly at first, then harder, till his lips were pressed against his teeth, and parted, just slightly. Mmm...he tasted good.
I leaned in closer, and felt Eashwar's arms slip around me and draw me closer. It pulled me off balance, and I had to grab him with both hands. He smiled up at me, and crushed his lips to mine.
His slim body was hard with muscle and he felt so good to hold against my own softness.
I smiled against his lips and continued to taste him. I sucked on his top lip, drawing it into my mouth, and moved on to the slightly fuller bottom lip. His arms tightened around my waist and then I felt his hands rub little circles on my back. Slowly, as he grew bolder, he slipped one of his hands inside the waistband of my jeans and stroked the curve of my bottom. lightly scratching my skin with his nails.
The sensations sent little shivers up my spine.
I tensed in delicious anticipation of his hand moving lower, and flicked my tongue against the moist inside of his lower lip. I dragged my teeth along it, making him suck his breath in sharply. Did that hurt, I wondered? Good. Nothing like a little pain to spice up pleasure.
