A short story of a fantasy meet.
We find each other on a web site just like this. We chat for weeks and finally decide to meet in person.
Turning up at the pub, I am suited and booted, and look to find you in a sexy black dress that enhances your every curve. You look stunning. We find a quiet table at the back, we chat and soon find we get along really well. We move closer as that talk gets sexual. We talk about what we like, what we have done, when suddenly I feel your hand on my thigh under the table.
You move it up to my groin. Finding me hard, you squeeze me. I repay the favour. I place my hand on your knee, watching the other people in the pub, walking past, chatting, oblivious to our kinky meet. I move my hand higher, finding the tops of your stockings, I linger a bit, playing with your suspenders. Moving further up your creamy thighs I reach the top. No knickers. My fingers cum away damp from your completely shaven area. You feel my cock grow an extra inch in your hands. Releasing me you take my hand and move it to your mouth and suck them. God so hot.
I can wait no longer and suggest we leave. You agree immediately and we get a taxi back to the hotel. In the back seat we are all over each other, kissing and groping. The taxi driver nearly crashes as he looks in his rear view mirror to see my fingers buried deep inside you.
Back at the hotel, we practically fall through the door. I push you against the wall and kiss you hard, our mouths attacking each other as our tongues explore. I grab your lower lip and gently bite.
You place your hands on my chest and push. You push me to the other side of the hall. Smiling at me, you drop slowly to your knees. Reaching forwards you grab my trousers and undo them slowly, looking me in the eye the whole time. Pulling them down, you eventually look. I have sexy, black silk boxers on. My bulge showing clearly through the silk. You reach forward and encase my cock in your fingers, tracing the shape through the silk.
