My dream starts with me on a plane. I am flying to you. My room is booked, and you are planning to stay with me the entire 2 weeks. As I fly closer to you with every minute, I think back on my last 2 visits, on the experiences, the fun, and the exploration. You do not know it, but I have a table booked for that very evening at a romantic restaurant, with a movie and some time to talk and just be in each others company, without the pressure of sex or stress of our lives ruining our enjoyment of my visit.
I land, and go to my hotel, relax for a bit, and then get dressed to pick you up for dinner. We greet each other with a kiss that feels like it has been held in for ages, and proceed onto the restaurant. We both eat small meals, clearly both nervous about this visit. We exchange looks, and smiles, talking a bit here and there, about us, but keeping to conversation light. We go after dinner to watch a movie, and we cuddle and hold hands through the movie, with the odd kiss here and there, some lasting seconds, some lasting minutes.
We go back to the hotel, me carrying your bag and holding your hand, and we settle in to talk. We talk about us, our thoughts, what we want, about life and all of that. After a few hours, you go to the bedroom, getting ready for bed. I join you after a few minutes, quickly getting ready for bed. We kiss as we slide beneath the sheets. You are dressed in a silk nightgown, and I am dressed in a pair of loose pants. We kiss and caress each others bodies a bit, but no clothes are removed in a silent understanding that such things can wait, that we have time. We fall asleep cuddled together, your head on my chest, our legs entwined and bodies pressed close.
As the days pass by, and we spend time just talking and cuddling, spending time together away from the invasiveness of online chatting, we grow closer and closer, but still avoid that last step. We agree we are a couple officially, and no longer wish to hide how we feel. We both login to the site we met on, and state as much, to the grins of many, surprise of a few, and anger of some. The congratulations are plentiful, and it makes us both feel happy and at peace with the decision.
We decide to go out and celebrate, going to a different, but equally as classy restaurant in the city, but this time the mood is different, more electric, and the exchanges are not nervous, but filled with love and desire. After dinner, we go for a walk through the park, hand in hand, just enjoying each other's company. We end up back at the hotel, and we quickly begin kissing and exploring each other's covered bodies. We kiss deeply as my hands caress your back and yours unbuttons my shirt and moves over the skin of my chest.
You notice your dress is looser around your chest, and let out a gasp as you realize I have undone the dress at the back while you were preoccupied with my chest and our kissing. You kiss me deeply, and reach down to stroke my cock through my pants, my cock growing under your attention. You try to undo my pants, but I stop you, not wanting to rush to that just yet, trying to beg your patience with my eyes as I kiss you passionately. You break away, let go of my pants, and stand up, raising your arms, which causes your dress to fall to the floor, showing only a pair of lacy panties left.
I look up at you in amazement, and you smile down, beaming at the expression of desire at your beauty on my face. You lean down to kiss me, and by instinct my hands move up to massage your breasts, rubbing, pinching and playing with your nipples, causing you to moan in need into my mouth. I pull you close, lifting myself up a bit to kiss and suck at your nipples and breasts, giving them more attention than they've have in ages. You moan and gasp as I nibble and suck on your breasts. Your legs nearly buckle as a stray hand runs roughly over your clit and pussy lips, but you choose to fall into my lap so you are straddling me as I site on the couch.
