We finally have a chance to get together. Life is always interrupting. Work, the military, your kids, real life has a way of complicating a simple rendezvous. I brought my camera along because we've teased each other about that so much and I still think you need some nice, well lit photos for your page. You look pretty much like I've imagined you, not a young girl anymore, more expression in your face and curve to your body. Still the tall one though. I'm pretty sure your shirt wasn't that low cut last time I saw you, it looks like you ignored a few buttons, the skirt is a mid-range between provocative and conservative and the heels aren't too tall either, guess you don't want to look down on me. Good, I'm getting a bit thin on top these days.
We share a hug for the first time... ever I think. It's nice to hold each other. But I'm not ready to get to serious yet so I tickle your ribs. You scream and pull back but I hold you tight. There's no way I'm letting you get enough distance to launch a solid punch after what you've told me. Besides, it's fun to hold onto you while you wiggle, I mean, struggle. When you finally calm down and inform me that there will be payback, I give you a kiss on the nose and a pat on the ass and you crack up again.
We start fooling around with my camera. That gets you looking all serious again so I concentrate on face shots so your eyes really come out. A few of you showing off your cleavage look like they'll come out pretty well to. As we are standing on the porch looking at the review of the shots on the camera, I lean over and kiss you on the neck. You moan just a bit and tilt your head away to give me more access. So I take you up on it, kissing and nibbling your neck and ear. I'm still standing slightly to your side and I let one of my hands drift up over your body until it reaches the buttons of your shirt. When I start undoing the first one your eyes snap open and you grab my hand.
"What are you doing?" you ask me.
"Stripping you." I reply.
"HERE?" your eyes darting to the street.
"Duh." I give you my best shit eating grin and undo a second button.
"But this is in public not online." you object as a third button gives way.
I slide my hand into your top cupping your breast in my hand. I can feel the nipple hard against my fingers through your bra, I look you right in the eye, and I give it a light pinch. "I could stop," I say, "if you really want me to."
But your eyes have closed and all the response I get is a light moan. I pull your mouth close to mine and we kiss. As our tongues caress each other, my hands caress your upper body and strip off your top allowing it to fall to the porch. I pull you close and run my finger nails up and down your back making you shiver before finally finding the zipper of your skirt and pushing it down. I start kissing, licking and nibbling your neck and shoulders again freeing your mouth. I start pushing your skirt down over your hips.
"You're crazy!" you hiss into my ear.
"Probably." I say as your skirt joins your blouse.
My hands are caressing the sides of your thighs and butt as we continue a hot and heavy make out session pressed up against the front of your house on the porch. You pull me tight against your nearly naked body. Your arms are tight around my neck and occasionally working one of your legs up along my body. I work one hand between our bodies, across your stomach and sliding slowly downward. I hear your breath getting quick and shallow as you anticipate where it will end up. My hand crosses the silky fabric of your panties, I love that feel. But then I veer to the side and run my fingernails down your inner thigh and then back up. "Goddamn it." you moan, but the curse gives way to a gasp as my hand firmly cups your pussy. My middle finger settles into the seam between lips. You practically whimper as my finger curls up, tracing the lips, moving closer to your clit. I add gentle bites on your neck and shoulders. You pull me to you ferociously returning the bites and kisses with your own. Your nails practically claw my back the first time my finger flicks across your clit.
I've always been amazed that silk or satiny fabrics transmit touch so well. It's practically better than skin to skin for some things. I drag my finger tip across your clit slowly, tracing it through the fabric. Experimenting with what stroke will work best on you. Should I stroke back and forth along your pussy lips and clit or circle it. A light or firm touch? I experiment on your body. I judge my technique based on your reaction. What makes your breathing change? When do you gasp or moan? When does your body clamp down on me like a vise. We continue to devour each other with our mouths as my fingers stir up your clit. I can feel your panties getting moist as I speed up my fingertips. Driving your body closer and closer to the edge. You begin to gasp for air as my fingers find the rhythm of your body. I stop teasing you and begin to apply myself fully to the orgasm that's building in you. My fingers get faster and you begin to lose control. Your breath comes in gasps and your body starts to shake. You have a near death grip around my neck and your mouth is pressed near my ear. Suddenly your legs practically give way as they quiver. But I don't stop yet. I keep stroking your clit as your body shakes through your orgasm pushing you further along. Finally, your legs clamp down on my hand and I can't move it anymore.