Cautious smiles had no place for two people who had been chatting as much as we had been over the past few months, but sure enough that is what crept in and enveloped both of our faces upon seeing each other for the first time.
Meeting in person was a step further than either of us had expected or even desired with another person found via the internet, but there I was in his doorway, invited in warmly with a welcoming kiss on the cheek. I knew what he looked like, how seductive his voice was over the phone, what his sexual appetites were. The fact did not escape me that despite this sensual, sexual intimacy that had developed between us, I could not say that I "knew" him. It scared me as much as it titillated me that I was standing there feeling veritably vulnerable in front of him.
He grabbed my hand and led me over to sit on his couch, which proved to be very stiff to sit on, but with its straight lines and bold red color was a focal point of his minimalist modern décor. He started the conversation by asking if my travel to his locale was enjoyable. He offered a glass of wine, I gladly accepted. After half a glass was gone and the small talk ran through we were left again with just smiles.
I put my glass down on a side table as he slid closer to me wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I immediately felt a tingle of electricity build from my lower back, race up my spine, and engulf my shoulders before consuming my whole body. The totality of pieces coming together by hearing his voice, watching his physical mannerisms, seeing his excitement to have me with him; he could have asked me to do anything in that moment of me being totally smitten and I would have obliged his every whim. Instead, he whispered in my ear how glad he was we had agreed on a set of guidelines for this encounter, because he was feeling "Very, very eager".
Leaning into him I gave him a quick kiss on his clean shaven cheek. I nuzzled him with my nose and flashed my biggest "come hither" doe eyes. He began slowly and sensually running his fingers over my thigh, which turned into a light massage as he stared at me adoringly. His big blue eyes were so comforting that any apprehensions I had about being there with him melted away.
Trying not to be shy, I brought my lips to his and we started to softly kiss and explore each others mouths. He was a fantastic kisser. With his playful and seductive kisses, I let my desire for him consume the ability or need to produce thought. Our oral affections left both of us making tiny moans and gasps of enjoyment as his wrapped arm pulled me in closer and the hand on my thigh traveled up to grab onto my hip.
My dominant need to please sprang forward as I pushed him back into the couch, made my way onto his lap, grabbed his face in my hands and searched for deeper, more passionate kisses. He was more than happy to respond to my aggressiveness by matching it, pulling the back of my head forcefully into our kiss while grabbing my right breast in his hand as I rocked my hips, feeling my pussy swell and moisten. I wanted, needed his cock inside of me, without further delay.
Our plan did not include heavy kissing and fondling, just tender adorations, so we already were off track. If fact, I was told I would not be allowed to touch his cock at all and he would not touch me, not for our first time together. We both were very explicit that we wanted to taunt and tease, manipulate ourselves for each other, but wait for future encounters to go further. I did not care within the moment to adhere to any rules.
Part of the reason I was so drawn to him is that he proclaimed to be dominant. He promised me he would enforce our plan despite my begging and pleading to do otherwise. I had always wanted to be with someone who could put me in my place, who could make me feel like I was submissive or at the very least an equal. It was something I had fantasized about but never had found compatibility with someone to explore. On top of him trying to unbutton his pants to feel his throbbing cock in my hands was the litmus test to see if he would stop me.
Once I got his pants unbuttoned and my hand was making its way under his boxers, he pulled my hand away and gave me a look as though I was being scolded for trying to touch. "My, my..." he interjected before flashing a huge grin; "You were not kidding about being aggressive were you?"
I hung my head coyly and shrugged my shoulders, "I told you I needed help being wrangled in and made to behave."
He laughed as he caressed the side of my face and ran his fingers through my hair, "I do not think you are as hard to handle as you think you are. I just happen to believe you have not been told "no" before. I can imagine other men find you irresistible, why would they tell you no?"
