I wrote this story as a celebration and reminder of the exciting four days I spent with a very special man. He taught me many things about love and he will always hold a special place in my heart. Love, Brianna
Day One of…. "Our First Encounter
"
As the car swung into the parking lot at the motel Brianna relaxed her nervous grip on the steering wheel. She looked at her watch and smiled. She had plenty of time to prepare for Mitch's welcome. He wouldn't be arriving for over an hour. She would place the vanilla scented candles near the bed, their gentle aroma just the right touch for a sense of the pleasures to come. She would quickly shower and change into her white suit. He would see just a hint of the purple velvet teddie peeking between the lapels of the jacket. Brianna felt the moisture creeping into her red satin panties as she thought about Mitch removing her jacket.
She swung her slender legs out of the car, started to unlock the trunk to retrieve her bags, then thought perhaps she should wait until she found out where the room was. It could be on the other side of the building. She might want to move the car closer to the room.
Brianna walked up to the front desk. "I'm Brianna St.Claire. Mitch Taylor said there would be a key waiting for me," she told the desk clerk.
"Oh yes, Miss St. Claire. Mr. Taylor has been expecting you," the clerk smiled, what seemed to be a knowing smile.
"He's here?" Brianna's voice shook with the question.
Oh my
, she thought she had plenty of time to prepare, to calm down, to be ready for him. The time was here, now, only moments away… she would meet the tall, dark haired stranger she had come to love.
The clerk smiled kindly at Brianna sensing her excitement. "Yes, Miss, he's been here for almost an hour," she replied.
"He's early…He made very good time," Brianna managed to stammer. Her throat tightening from the nervousness which had managed to consume her thoughts over the past hour as she traveled to meet her lover for the first time.
The clerk handed Brianna her keycard and told her the room was about halfway down the main hall on the left. As Brianna looked down the hall, she noticed a man step out of a room on the left side of the main hall. Their eyes met down the expanse of the hallway. An excited tremor ran down Brianna's spine.
It was him
.
It was Mitch
. She knew it, sensed it. He would recognize her from the picture she had sent him, taken on Thanksgiving Day. But she had never seen him yet. All of her senses told her it was Mitch. She stood frozen at the desk watching as he walked toward the pool area and sat down at a table.
She smiled and thought to herself,
Feet don't fail me now!
She began walking down the hall toward their room. As she neared the place where he was sitting, she could feel his eyes on her, drinking in every move she made, watching her nervously finger her blonde curls. She could read the plea in his eyes.
Your safe, it's me love, don't run away
.
Their eyes held each other as she drew closer. She knew those big brown eyes. They spoke to her all the words of love he had given voice to over the months they had conversed. A few more steps and she would walk past him.
What should she do? Should she keep walking and see if he said anything? What if it wasn't Mitch? What if she said something and it wasn't Mitch?. Did she have the courage to possibly make a fool of herself?
So many questions were racing through her mind.
His eyes told her he sensed her nervous dilemma. He turned toward her in his chair, his smile so illuminating she was about to melt right there.
"Would you like some help bringing your bags in, Brianna?" he asked.
"Mitch?" she whispered shyly. Her smile filling the room with warm sunshine.
"Hi Love!" he softly responded as he rose from the chair. His voice sounded so reassuring as he whispered their special greeting.
"I left my things in the car so I could check to see how close I was parked to the room," she mumbled as she stood there drinking in the site of him. Relishing in the nearness, her heart nearly pounded out of her chest.
"Let's go move your car. There's a spot next to my truck, right outside the door to our room," he said as he gently took her hand in his. He told her about his long, anxious drive rushing to meet her, as they moved her car.
Once inside their room, he set the bags down and slowly pulled her into his arms.
"Now we can have a proper greeting," he whispered as his lips descended on hers. Her arms encircled his strong, broad shoulders. One hand splayed through his thick brown hair. His hands played over her breasts, molding the soft gray sweater to her body. She could feel every shiny bead on the sweater pressing into her skin. His tongue pressed through her lips, exploring the warm recesses of her mouth. Their tongues danced and played with each others. His hands slid down to her ass. He pulled her against him, pressing his erection into her. Their kiss deepened, their tongues dueling as their desire grew almost out of control. Mitch started walking them toward the bed as they continued kissing and caressing each other.
He pulled her down on top of him as she softly moaned into his mouth. His hands explored her body. They whispered words of love to each other while their hands slowly memorized every contour of each other's still fully clothed body. Mitch broke their kiss and stood up.
"I'm burning up. I have to get rid of these clothes. I hope you don't mind," he chuckled. How she loved his wickedly sexy laugh which he knew drove her crazy.
"Let me help you," she responded as she rose to her knees and pushed his shorts down. His erection sprang from his shorts. She could feel the color rise in her cheeks as she marveled at him. How she wanted to feel his cock plunging inside her. But she knew him, knew he wanted to take his time pleasuring and arousing her….building Brianna's desire to a feverish pitch. He had told her he wanted to take it slow or at least try to the first time.
He laid back down on the bed next to her resting his head on one hand, gazing at her, smiling, watching her expression as his other hand stroked her breasts. He slipped his hand under her sweater…so warm. His fingers gently slid across her breast, just under the lacy edge of her bra, his thumb stroking over her hardening nipples. She arched her back and pressed her breast into his hand. He stroked and pulled on her nipples until her sighs and moans told him she needed more.
His hand moved down her tummy. He could feel the heat and moisture of her womanhood through her tight leggings. He slipped his hand inside her panties and moved his fingers to her swollen clit. His fingers gently pinched the hard bud and he smiled as he listened to her heavy breathing. He felt her moisture coat his fingers as he rubbed across her shaved pussy lips.
"Mmmmm," he moaned as he dipped one finger into her waiting, wanting pussy. Her hips arched up off the bed.
"Oh, Mitch," she moaned as she began to pump against his probing finger. He continued his loving assault on her clit until he knew they both needed more. With that, he began to remove her clothes….first the soft shimmering sweater, then the leggings.
"Ooooh!" he gasped when he saw her lying there in her red satin bra and panties. "You look good enough to eat Brianna," he whispered.
His arms went around her back and he pulled her up to him, kissing her sweet, pink lips as he unfastened her bra. He tossed it on the floor to join their growing pile of discarded clothes. His mouth inhaled one hard, pink nipple. His tongue flicked at the hard bud. Her moans filled the room. He smiled remembering her telling him how sensitive her nipples were. He moved one hand back down to her panties, caressing her through the now soaked satin. Momentarily releasing his grip on her nipple, in one swift move he slid her panties down her hips, raining kisses down her thighs as he slipped them over her ankles and tossed them on the floor.
He kneeled at the foot of the bed gazing at her, listening to her soft moans, almost like a kitten purring. He pulled her knees up and parted them displaying her smoothly shaved pussy for his view. He lowered his head and dipped his tongue down to taste the creamy softness of her wondrous femininity. His tongue flicked across her clit sending waves of sensuous pulsation's through her body. She thrust her hips upward pushing her throbbing pussy in his face.
"Oh yes, baby, yes!" she moaned.
Mitch continued flicking his tongue back and forth across her pink swollen clit. Brianna's moans and squirming enticed him to continue eating her out. He sucked on her hard bud then tongue fucked her, tasting her creamy cum. She was bucking and writhing, her thrusts matching the probing of his tongue. He slipped one, two fingers inside her steamy hot hole, finger fucking her while he sucked on her sensitive clit.
"Ooooooh Yessssss! Ooooh Mitch!" she screamed as her female cum bathed his tongue and face, splashing on his cheeks. spewing down his chin.
What the Hell
, Mitch thought as she continued splashing his face with her hot cum. He was momentarily startled. He'd never experienced anything like this before.
Jeez, he'd heard of female ejaculators
but good lord, to be holding one in his hands!
To be bathed by Brianna's creamy nectar was more than his control could take. Raising his head, he moved up between her legs. He couldn't hold back any longer. He had to feel her tight pussy wrapped around his swollen shaft. He tried to enter her slowly, to prolong the torturous pleasure, slowly easing his cock into her tight, wet pussy, then slowly drawing it out so the head was barely touching her pussy lips. She arched up against him wrapping her legs around him, pulling him into her, wanting, needing to feel his pulsing cock buried deep inside her. He kept up the slow in and out movement, ignoring her whimpers, wanting to prolong their first mating.
Try as he might, he couldn't keep up with the torment of fucking her slow. After so many months of anticipating this moment, he needed to fuck her, really fuck her hard and fast. The sweet, gentle loving would come later, but for now he needed, no, they needed to feel his cock pounding into her. She met him thrust for thrust. Her tight slit clenched his engorged cock milking him, enticing him to cum in her.
"Cum in me, cum in me Mitch," she moaned. Her tight pussy gripped his throbbing cock. He pounded into her harder, faster. His seed was ready to explode from his balls. With one final hard thrust he felt his balls tighten sending his jizz deep inside her as he felt the liquid heat of her orgasm flowing out over his cock, mixing with his own juices, dripping down her ass.
His heart was pounding in his chest as he lowered himself next to her and cradled her in his arms. He kissed her and she tasted her womanly moisture on his lips.
