So after weeks of talking quite explicitly, trading pictures and sending videos of me pleasuring myself, the time was finally here. The anticipation, excitement and sheer desire that had built from the last few weeks was finally about to change from teasing and talking to pleasing and satisfying each other. The thought of walking through that door and surrendering control was an arousing one, giving myself up to nothing but physical pleasure for the next few hours.
I took a deep breath, knocked and the door opened and I walked in, was taken into his arms for the first hug in, easily, 19 years. As we exchanged a long hug, he reached out, caressed my breast and said "finally" and we both laughed, the ice broken. The time for talking was over and while I was a little nervous, I was more excited and had been wet for half the drive, thinking of all the things he had told me he wanted to do to me, and how much I wanted him to do them. The excitement of being able to let go and just enjoy added to the turn on.
Suddenly he leaned in and kissed me and said "relax", and began kissing me again, his hands slipping under my shirt, making me shiver with the feel of his big, strong hands finally being on my skin. He slowly moved me backwards towards the bed and pushed me back onto it once the back of my legs bumped into it. He looked into my eyes, pulled my shirt upwards and over my head, and then lay me back on the bed and laid on top of me, slipping one leg in between mine, and used it to nudge my legs apart. I could feel his huge, hard cock through our jeans as it nestled against my pussy and thought surely I was so wet that my juices must be soaking through my panties and the crotch of my jeans.