After weeks of trading naughty emails and sharing pictures, we decided it was time to meet. Not a trip to a hotel room or a dinner date, just a quick meeting to see each other in real life, an opportunity to see if any spark arose. Fantasy doesn't always equal reality, so by arranging an encounter one afternoon there would be no pressure or obligations.
I walked into the bookstore a couple of minutes early and went straight to the back where you had told me you would be sitting. Rounding the corner behind a bookshelf you sat with your back to me, sitting in a chair, reading. I recognized you immediately from your blonde hair ... unforgettable, even from behind.
I walked past you, not saying a word, and sat in the chair opposite yours.
You looked up and smiled, setting aside your magazine, appraising me with your eyes, then smiling a little.
"Well, hello," you said. "You look exactly like who I was waiting for. And right on time, too ... I like that."
"It's a pleasure to see you too," I said. "Even more beautiful in real life than in pictures. And very, very sexy with your clothes on."
I meant it. I was stunned by your beauty. Deep, sensual eyes; a thin mischievous smile. And then you took off your jacket – showing a white blouse unbuttoned enough to show some cleavage of your stunning breasts, along with a gray, knee-length skirt.
"Thank you. That's very sweet. I like what I'm seeing, too."
No, my pictures hadn't lied. 5'11", 185 with brown hair and blue eyes. I had just come from a business lunch – dark gray tailored suit, black overcoat. No tie – I hate wearing them and had left it in the car.
"So, you like the way I write?" I said.
"Yes, you wouldn't believe the things I have to do to myself after reading your stories," you said, leaning back and stretching, making your breasts strain against the fabric of your shirt. "I've been so excited about meeting you in person ... thinking about it all day!"
"I can imagine what the stories make you do. That's why I like to keep writing them. And why I wanted to meet you."
"Here's a hint," you said, undoing one button of your blouse. "Look at that – I was at work reading one of your stories before coming here ... so I decided to leave my bra at the office."I smiled and straightened up in my chair, leaning forward. "Well, your shirt is so sheer, I can tell. And it looks fantastic."
In mock surprise, you raised your eyebrows. "Oh, these?" you ask, cupping your breasts in your hands. "You think a little glimpse through the fabric is enough? They should stay covered up?" You squeezed your breasts a little, lifting them and brushing your nipples with your thumbs.
"Not at all. Let me unbutton your shirt the rest of the way for you."
"Oh, what a gentleman. Please do."
I leaned over and placed one hand over yours, helping support one breast, and unbuttoned three buttons. You pulled the shirt aside and let your glorious breasts fall out and resumed rubbing your nipples with your thumbs.
"Here I am, my tits hanging out and they are so big there is no way I can get them back into my shirt if someone else comes back here," you mockingly pouted. "See what you make me do?"
"I can't imagine what would happen. But I'm so happy to see this. You are incredible looking. This has to be the sexiest sight of my life."
You leaned back a little, still slowly circling your nipples with your thumbs.
"Mmmmm, thank you. But it's getting a little frustrating, having a sexy guy like you watching me and doing nothing about it."
I smiled. "Do you mean frustrating or just getting you hotter? That can be the same thing."
"Either one," you said, closing your eyes, still rubbing. "But I need to be touched soon or we have problems."
I leaned forward and placed my hand on the inside of your knee, and lightly brushed my fingers upward, my hand disappearing underneath your skirt. I then leaned further in toward your chest and touched my tongue to the outside of two of your fingers, pressing it in to reach your hard nipple. My hand probed to your panties, and pressed against what I could tell was moist fabric. My two fingers pressed against the sensitive parts underneath, twisting lightly, making the panties twist and stretch and stimulate you.
"Ohhhhh," you sighed. "I want you. You could fuck me right here and I wouldn't care who saw."
I removed my hand from your legs and stood, running my hand through your hair. I reached down and cupped your breasts, then kissed your cheek.
"I'd be happy to fuck you," I whispered into your ear.
"Mmmmmm..." you moaned, reaching to my crotch, massaging my hardening cock through my pants.
"Oh, this is what I want," you whispered back, rubbing me a little faster.
"Keep going like that," I said, One hand leaving your breast and going to your waistband. I reached into your skirt and started rubbing the outside of your panties again – pressing to feel the lips of your pussy spread open a little, then my fingers down, straight back up, and circling back down. You inhaled deeply and spread your legs a little. Then you unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, taking it into your mouth, sucking hard and deeply.
I let your tits and pussy go for a second as I stood up. "Aahhh ... that's perfect," I said. And I put one hand behind your head in your hair and watched your beautiful lips work my cock, teasing the tip and then taking the shaft in deep to your throat. What an incredible sight.
I let you keep sucking, and started to feel my orgasm build. I wasn't ready. I wanted to come, but I also had bigger ideas about what to give you. So I grabbed your hair and pulled back, my cock slipping out of your mouth. I bent my mouth to your ear. As I lowered my body, my hard cock buried itself between your incredible breasts.
"I want to cum all over your face. Then I want you to walk out of the store and to my car. Where I will lick your pussy until you scream."
You looked at me surprised, but smiling.
"You want me to walk out of here with cum dripping off of my face?"
The thought was driving me crazy. I started pressing my cock deeper into your tits, feeling the warmth and softness.
"Yes. If you want to get fucked this afternoon, that's what it's going to take."
"You got me this horny so you've got to fuck me. You are going to blow a load now and be good and hard for me in a few minutes? You'd better be able to do it again. Don't be an asshole who can't perform. I expect to be fucked good."