You are standing there in front of me. I always knew this moment would come and it finally has. You are more beautiful that your pictures could ever show in your button --up blouse and your jeans. The sweater you are wearing brings out the color of your eyes, almost making them glow as you look at me. The moonlight shining thru the window is the only light we have as I step toward you.
I reach out to you and take your hand. Our fingers intertwine as I pull you gently toward me. My arms wrap around your waist as yours encircle my neck. Our first kiss is more that just a kiss ... it is a release of all of the fantasies and energies we have been building up as we have talked online. But far from aggressive, it is soft and loving. Lips slightly parted, tongues barely touching... it is a kiss of romance not of lust. We hold each other tightly, feeling our hearts beating as one heart. As we part to catch our breath, you start to reach down to pull your sweater off.
"No, Carol. Let me do this. I love to undress a woman," I whisper. You arms relax at your sides.
I reach my hands to the hem of your sweater and begin to pull it slowly upward. You raise your arms as it rolls up your chest, uncovering your shapely form. As I start to pull the sweater over your head, I stop with it still partially covering your face... entwining your arms. You cannot see me coming as I lean in and kiss your inviting lips. You lean forward into me and return my kiss with passion. As we part again, I pull you sweater over your head and let it drop to the floor.
"I want you Alex," you whisper... saying the words I have wanted to hear you say since I first saw your picture.
"Soon my love," is my reply as I reach for the top button of your blouse.
With each button I open, I lean forward and kiss the newly exposed flesh. The first kiss is on your neck, the second on your collarbone, the third kiss finds your exposed cleavage and gives a hint of the low cut bra you have worn for our encounter. The next finds the top of your belly, the fifth your bellybutton. The last kiss finds the space just above the top of your jeans as I linger there, smelling your arousal.
"No one has ever done this to me before, Alex. It feels so wonderful. All the other men have ever wanted to do is just get me naked and fuck me."
"They didn't love you the way I do, dear," I reply. 'I want you to enjoy our time together."
I stand up and kiss you again, slowly parting your lips with my tongue. As you reach for my head to pull me closer, I step back instead. As I look at you in the soft light, I see how beautiful you are and doubt for a second that this moment is real. I can see your chest rise as you breathe. I step toward you and slide my hands up on your shoulders, sliding the blouse down your arms where it joins your sweater on the floor. Your bra is doing little to contain your breasts as they struggle to stay confined. I use my hands to slide the straps down your arms. You bend your elbows and the straps are free and you start to reach behind you.