This is the story of my first time with a new lover. The person I wrote it for exists, yet we have never been together. This is how I believe it would have gone had it occurred….
The telephone was back in the cradle. You were on your way over, over to me. I just sat there, looking at the clock. The minutes were like days as I waited for you. When the knock came at the door, I almost couldn’t breathe. I forced my body to walk to the door and let you in. I opened the door and just stared at you – I couldn’t speak - my mouth was dry. “Hi” you smiled as you breezed by – “I brought a snack for later – I’ll put it in the fridge.” You walked to the kitchen, and I went and sat down on the couch.
I was sitting on the couch when you walked in. I watched as you slowly looked at me and smiled, walking towards me. You knelt down in front of me. I took your face in my hands, and gently kissed you. The touch of your lips, so soft, so full, was like an explosion in my brain. I felt every nerve cell fire with an electric jolt. I knew I wanted more, that I had to have more.
I pulled you up onto the couch, right onto me. The feel of you pressing against me was wonderful. Our lips met again, this time more urgent, more passionate than before. Your tongue met mine, and a "ballet" commenced. I could feel your nipples hardening against my chest, as my sex hardened against you. You were grinding against me, increasing my desire along with your own.
My hands had traveled to your chest, massaging your breasts. I wanted to feel them, taste them. Slowly, mouths entwined, I started to unbutton your shirt. Button by button, they came undone. I could feel the heat of your skin, and it drove me to even more. I slid my hands around your back, feeling for the spot that would open, only to hear your giggle. Eyes questioning, I looked into your eyes. Your face pulled back -- "It's a front clasp,” you whispered, with a smile on your face. You pushed up a little -- "see?" My face broke into a smile. I was eye level with your chest, and could see your nipples through the material. I brought my lips to one, teasing and nipping. Your head went back, your hands holding my head tight to you. I continued to tease you. Your hands left my head, and in a flash had undone the clasp, breaking the barrier that had separated my lips from you.
I looked in amazement at what was before me. I could see your eyes looking at me, searching for the reassurance that I liked what I saw. When the smile was across my face, I could feel you relax and pull me against you. My tongue traced the outline of your breast, never coming in contact with what you desired. You moaned with desire as I slid my tongue around, and gently my lips found your nipple, pulling in into my mouth. I marveled at the feel. My tongue explored you -- and I could feel your excitement increasing as I watched a flush come over your chest.
I felt like I was going to explode -- the hardness I felt in my sex was growing impatient. You sensed this. As I continued to suckle you, you sat onto my lap and pushed your hips against mine. Both of our passions increased as your rhythmically moved against me. Hands traveling, exploring the skin, breathing becoming more ragged.
I wanted to taste you -- taste all of you. Urgently I moved to remove your clothing. I needed you now, and you needed me to feel this way. I had you stand, and without fanfare removed the material from your body. As you stood before me naked, I felt my breath being sucked from my body. You were a wonderful sight to behold. In all of my time, I had never seen anyone look as radiant, look as beautiful as you did standing there. Your eyes dropped, as you felt the intensity of my stare. You attempted to cover yourself with your hands - I held them out of my way. I looked deep into your eyes. You could see the passion burning in mine, my desire for you evident, my need for you great. I could smell your intoxicating scent; feel the heat from your sex in front of me.
I moved you around, laying you down. My lips found yours. I felt your body moving beneath me. My tongue traced the outline of your neck, and down to your shoulders. It danced down your chest. Your movements were becoming more urgent. I couldn't wait any longer.
My body moved between legs as I lowered my face to your sex. I stopped for a moment to look at you. I could smell your excitement, your juices evident. Softly I blew across you -- your excitement betrayed by the sounds coming from you. My tongue touched the crease of your thigh, and you moaned in frustration. Quickly I moved from thigh to thigh, never touched what you wanted me to touch. My tongue traced a trail across you -- just above your sex. As I moved again, your hands grabbed my head and held me tight. I knew what you wanted, as I wanted it as well. My tongue flicked out, touching only a brief moment your sex. Your hips pushed up -- straining to increase the contact. I could no longer resist as my tongue delved into you. Your taste was wonderful as I drank from you. You were so ready for me to do this -- your juices were dripping from you. I couldn't get enough. I explored every area; searching out the one thing I knew would make your body obtain the release you craved.