First Meeting 135

All participants are over the age of twenty five.

This is a little fantasy about our first meeting. It hasn't happened yet but wouldn't it be fun if it did? You might know who you are, I do hope so!

It's high summer in central France and I'm grateful for the shade of the building behind me. Parasols just never seem quite the same, in fact it sometimes seems to get even hotter under them, but a building always works.

The passers by take no notice of yet another man, sitting at a café table, taking his time over a coffee. The French love that, taking their time. I notice everyone who passes, particularly the ladies. Some wear jeans, jeans in this heat! Others wear flowing dresses and my mind wanders as I wonder if one of them might be you.

All those ideas we have discussed run through my mind as I wonder exactly what each one is wearing under her dress, blouse or skirt. Sometimes it is quite obvious as the unmistakable bounce of unrestrained breasts reveals the owner is comfortable bra less, and buttocks cleft by a thong have a uniquely sexy wobble all of their own, particularly under a flowing summer dress.

We are both authors. Well, we like to think that we are but we really specialise in writing erotica and that's how we met: on the internet. Actually we have never met, we just started to comment on each other's work and things moved on from there.

You specialise in stories that I find particularly stimulating and I often write about massage, which is a subject I know quite a bit about and it's an easy subject to work into an erotic encounter. Having been a masseur, it is easy to let your imagination wander during a massage and sometimes it doesn't need to wander. We learn quite a bit from each other's writing and communicate regularly.

As this was entirely anonymous, in that we were never planning to meet, we started to open up to one another about our personal likes and dislikes both erotically and sexually. I have told you details about my sex life that no other living soul knows and I know many details of yours.

It is, as the French say, bizarre. I know how you like to masturbate, how you can use your hairbrush to pleasure yourself, your preferences in oral sex, your favourite position to get a great orgasm, but I don't know your hair colour or have the slightest idea what you look like. The same is true for you, you know all about my erotic fantasies and my preference for being ridden to orgasm, cow girl style, but we would pass each other in the street.

That is why I'm sitting here, James Bond style, with my copy of an english news paper, the recognition sign for you. As each female approaches I wonder if she might be you. Suddenly I am taken by surprise.

"Paul?" Said the voice. I looked up and I think my facial expression must have changed.

"Marise?"

"Bien sure! You look surprised."

"Sorry," I managed to stammer as I stood to great her. We kissed cheeks in the traditional French fashion. "Delighted to meet you at last." The reason for my surprise was I was not expecting what I saw, not at all. I don't know why but the imagination conjures up an expectation and mine had let me down massively.

You are tall, very tall. I am about six feet, or whatever that is in metric these days but you are a good two inches taller. To say you are striking would be to gloss over the reality. Apart from being tall your skin is the colour of polished ebony, this was the first of many details my imagination had failed to even consider, ridiculous really but it had never even occurred to me.

Your head is framed in those very long, tight, plats often worn by black girls and you look stunning. Tall and slender with smallish breasts, the longest legs I have ever seen in my life, a flat stomach and a deliciously developed bum.

"You were not expecting une noire, hein?" I don't know why but I wasn't and I was certainly not expecting such an apparition of statuesque loveliness.

We size each other up, chat about more mundane things than our sexual preferences, trying to work out if we want to take things further and after a while had decide we do. The coffee gives way to a glass of white wine, a rather fine sauvignon blanc, to bolster our conviction, and we check in to a very ordinary, standard business hotel. Not sleazy, but definitely not the Ritz. You know the ones with a bathroom on one side as you come through the door, a sort of unisex dressing table, a TV and a chair.

I close the curtains and lower the lights, this is no time to be in the spotlights of an operating theatre! I ask you to unbutton your blouse, yes all the way down the front. Leave it to hang open for a while giving me a glimpse of bra. Slowly remove your blouse taking off one shoulder at a time, fold it carefully and put it on the chair. Please kick off your shoes and then unzip your skirt. Slowly does it. Yes just like that. We are nervous as this is an unusual situation for both of us and I know it must feel strange to be stripping off in front of a stranger, but trust me for a while. Fold it neatly and put it on the chair too. Now off with those tights, you know that tights are not my favourite garment.

You are now standing in just white cotton panties and a pretty bra. Magic. Time to relax. Go over to the bed, place several pillows under your head to get really comfortable and stretch out with your legs just slightly apart. How do you feel? Are you excited about what is going to happen? Don't worry, you can tell me to stop at any time. I will always obey your wishes. Are you feeling just the slightest bit aroused? Is there any evidence on your panties? No, not yet but I expect there soon will be.

I pause to admire your form stretched out on the bed with that look of expectation on your face. A compete stranger is standing there brazenly staring at your only just covered body, just panties and a bra protect you from my gaze, but you know I only have your pleasure on my mind and also, because it's virtual, you can stop me at any point. You are in complete control. Are you still with me? I hope so as I admire your reclining form.

I slowly unbutton my shirt, pull it out of my trousers, slough it off my shoulders, and place it symbolically on top of your clothes. Next, I pull the cord holding my linen trousers up and let them fall over my hips on their way to the floor. I step out of them and add them to the pile of clothing on the chair. I keep my boxers on as this is about your pleasure not mine. I am here to fill your desires and your desires only, my boxers will remain on throughout.

The room is warm and cosy as I make my way to the bed admiring your lacy bra on my way. Are your nipples sensitive? I have to find out, so I reach round and unclip your bra to release your breasts, they are larger than I expected and warm and soft to my touch. There is a shiver of expectation as I gently massage your nipples. Is that firm enough? Do you like it a little firmer? A little rougher? No? OK. Like that then? Yes?

I trace my fingers down your body, over the enticing swell of your stomach to the elastic top of your white panties, then down the outside of your thighs. I do this for several minutes to help us both relax before allowing one hand to pass over the top of your cotton clad mons, hoping this is giving you the same erotic sensations that are causing the swelling of my cock.

Eventually I allow my finger pressure to define the intimate valley between your legs. Yes, you are now getting excited. I can tell by the hint of dampness where my finger followed the line of your divide and the pulse in your neck has become visible.

Are you smooth or natural I wonder? There is only a scrap of white cloth keeping this secret from me. I think I can detect a darker triangle over your sex, which leads me to conclude you are more natural than smooth. Am I right? Only time will tell and I am definitely going to take my time, but there is no doubt that I am going to find out, find out with my own eyes exactly what is hidden by those panties.

The anticipation and the tracing of your most intimate valley with my finger tip is now enough to make you wet. There is definite evidence of a slightly darker line in your panties and those panties are coming off soon: natural or smooth? soon I will know.

But first I ask you to raise your knees, soles of feet flat on the bed, legs wide apart. Don't be shy. That's perfect. The view of the tightly strained cotton over your sex is causing even more swelling in my boxers and the tell tell signs of your dampness are driving me wild. I kneel at the end of the bed and trace my fingertips very lightly from your knees right up the inside of your thigh, gently across the stretched cotton of your panties, where I know your entrance is, then down the other side. I enjoy this game of tease, so I continue for a while, you appear to be enjoying it too.

Several more minutes of this treatment and I place my fingers in the waist band of your panties. You know what is going to happen don't you? It is a move that can only signal one thing. I am about to remove your panties and you know you are about to be completely naked in front of me for the first time. Slight butterflies? You can tell this excites me by the size of the bulge in the front of my pants, but this is about your pleasure not mine.

My excitement stimulates yours and as I slide the panties down, ever so slowly, you involuntarily lift your hips a little. You don't notice that you are helping, but I do. Down they come towards your ankles revealing the answer to my question about your cunt. I can see for myself now. As I slip them over your ankles you realise now that you are completely naked. What have I got planned for you? Nervous? I am!

I return to the base of the bed. My attention focused on your knees but this time my mouth will do the work. I nibble and lick my way up the inside of one thigh until I get almost to your sex but just before I do, I change sides. Are your lips parting in expectation? I think so. Is that a hint of your arousal glistening on your outer lips? Mmmm definitely. Judging by the way your hips are moving, I get the feeling you are pretty turned on..

This time, as I slide my mouth up your inner thigh, I do not stop short of your sex. Instead I continue up to your secret valley, with my tongue pressed gently into it. The first long slow lap from the base up to your clit electrifies us both. You are definitely aroused, I can taste it and am wondering just how much you like it? Do you like my tongue sliding up your sex, is that what's making you wet? Or do you prefer my next move, flattening my tongue on your clit and pressing softly while moving it around in little circles?

The only way to find out is to try both and see which one gets the best response. I try the long slow upward licks first, followed by the clit treatment waiting for a signal or sign. My hands slide up your body to play with your breasts and nipples in the way I now know you like. Your hands gently grasp my head and move it to the spot you like the best. We understand each other now, I know what you like and enjoy being guided.

As I move my mouth away from your sex, I sense you pushing it forward eagerly towards my tongue. So this is the move that turns you on! I take the hint and continue. I pause. You push towards my mouth. I continue and then pull away again. We play this dance many times both getting more and more excited.

Your breathing changes and so does mine, your grip on my head tightens as you push it firmly into your aching cunt. Was that a little shudder? Did you just cum? Oh I so hope you did. The faint aroma of pollen lets you know I did, I just came in my pants.

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