They'd spent the day together, just talking. Getting to know each other. They'd met online and had spent hours instant messaging, but it was different in person.
They'd started the day at a coffee shop, where for almost two hours they'd talked about themselves. They'd wandered around a department store, where he'd joked about helping her choose lingerie. Then, in search of a place to sit and talk, they'd gone to her place.
Now it was time for him to head home. Regretting that nothing had happened, that she hadn't had the guts to make a move, she followed him to the front hall and watched him put on his boots. He hugged her and briefly kissed her lips. "I decided to behave today," he said. "I thought it was better that way, to give us a chance to know each other and trust each other."
Disappointed, she nodded. "Yeah."
"Well, don't you think that's a good thing?"
"Yes, I appreciate it." She smiled a little. "But just for the record, you could have misbehaved a little, if you'd wanted to."
"You said you didn't like pushy guys," he reminded her.
"True. But you aren't pushy. And like I said, you could have misbehaved a little."
He pulled her to him for another hug. "I'm trying to behave." But when their lips met, his tongue parted them.
At first only their tongues played; he kept his hands perfectly still, holding her against him as they kissed. But just for a moment. Slowly he ran his hands along her sides, then slid one to her breast. She gasped.
He moved his hands to her back. When he touched the skin between her shirt and pants, she shivered. It had been months since she'd felt a man's touch on her bare skin. His fingers skimmed the waistband of her pants, then moved upward, under her shirt. One hand slowly made its way to her front, finally making contact with her breast.
She caught her breath as he caressed her breast and lightly squeezed her nipple. He wasn't the first man to touch her this way, but it was the first time it had felt this good. He broke their kiss and looked into her eyes with a smile. "I'm still trying to behave," he said, stroking her breast.
She laughed. "You're behaving. We still have our clothes on."
"For now," he teased. He lifted her shirt and lowered his mouth to her breast.
She moaned as his tongue flicked her hardened nipple. This man was making her feel better than she'd ever felt before, and they'd barely begun. He held her with one arm and with the other hand rubbed her pussy through her slacks. She was instantly wet.
His hand lingered over her slacks for a moment, then tugged at the button and zipper. She started; did she want to allow him that access? The indecision was brief. Yes, she wanted to. She might only have met him that morning, but she felt she'd known him for years, and trusted him as completely as she'd ever trusted anyone. She made no move to stop his explorations. He slipped his fingers into her panties. When one made contact with her clit, she jumped. "Mmm, that feels nice."
"I'm glad you like it. You're so wet."
"I wonder how that happened."
