I had known Jess for years, and I’d only seen her face in pictures. I met her on the internet and we became friends over an extremely great distance. We finally decided to meet after half a decade of wishing it was possible. She decided she wanted to meet me when she was 18, and I bought the plane tickets as her birthday present. I wasn’t flying to her, she wasn’t flying to me; we had decided to meet one another on neutral territory in California. I was anxious the entire flight, and I hoped I wouldn’t screw any chances with Jess up. I got off the plane and nearly ran straight to buy ticket home, but I was stopped by the vision of a dream I’d often had of Jess’s legs wrapped around my waist and her body writhing under mine. I went to the agreed meeting point inside LAX. I stood at Gate 13 for what seemed like hours. I watched each person walk past, hoping to recognize someone.
Then I saw her. 5’3, long glossy black hair hung down around her head, parting at her gentle shoulders to frame her beautiful oval shaped face. She smiled when she saw me and locked onto me with her silvery eyes. Her slim body was covered almost entirely in black. A tight black leather dress which had a small hollow around her midriff that was made of dozen or so interlocking chains, thigh high black leather boots that lucky for me added a few inches of height, and a black velvet coat that hung just lower than her ass and matched her hair perfectly. “Jeremy?” she whispered. I nodded and Jess squealed delight and jumped up and threw her arms around me.
A few people glanced at us, but I think most just figured we were reunited from separate vacations. “Good to finally meet you.” I grinned I started to ask if she had gotten her bags, but she locked her lips to mine and began to suck on my tongue. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her, picking her up to keep from straining myself to bend over as we kissed. When she finally released my lips, I had forgotten my question of her luggage, and whispered if she was read to go to the hotel, I had already made reservations.
We continued to make out in the taxi, sucking each others mouths as our hands explored one another. I started to slide my hand under her dress and I felt the zipper on my jeans being pulled down, then the driver cleared his throat loudly enough to make a frog jealous. He looked the rearview mirror at us and made it obvious from his pissed off expression that this sorta thing wasn’t allowed in his cab. Jess scowled at him and started to say something, but we were already there.
She calmed down by the time we reached our room, asking me little questions about what I was doing, how work was going, if I was seeing anyone. Chit chat went on until she asked if I had done anything with my writing, and I told her I’d starting writing adult literature on the internet. She asked if I minded her reading any of my stories, and not one to deny a creature of beauty anything she desired, I used the computer in the hotel room to log into literotica and point her to the page of my stories. “I’m gonna go get a bottle of wine.” I told her and left for the kitchen. I could’ve just ordered it through room service, but didn’t want to sit there and watch her read my sexual fantasies like a sappy teenager watching his girlfriend read his poetry book. When I got back to the room with the wine, Jess was still reading, leaning forward in her seat and I thought I heard her let loose a tiny moan. “Jess?” I said. “I’m back.”
She spun around in the chair, and I saw that her dress was pulled up around her waist and she was rubbing her fingers along her obviously soaked slit. She spread her legs wider and said “Oh, Jeremy, my cunt’s so wet.” Well, it was obviously my fault, so I put the wine bottle on the bed as I walked over to her chair. Kneeling down wordlessly, I started kissing along her thighs. I passed the naked pixie tattoo on the inside of her left thigh and moved her hand away to begin licking all around her slit before pushing my tongue inside her bare pussy and sucking on her juices. I heard her breath catch, and I could feel her body shaking with it’s own lustful need. I moved from her lips to her clit and started to suck and lick it as I pushed one then two fingers inside of her pussy, twisting them as they sunk inside of her.
Jess groaned and pushed her hips at my mouth then entangled one of her hands in my hair, her other hand pressing my face closer into her cunt. I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her cunt, sucking fiercely on her clit, squeezing the nub between my lips and gently nibbling the tip. I heard her growl and she dug her nails into me, letting her head fall back and close her eyes. Her chest rising and falling rapidly with pleasure, as the top half of her dress fell and revealed her hardened nipples. I moved my free hand to her breasts, kneading one and pinching the nipple as my hand pumped her pussy harder and my tongue swirled around the end of her clit that wasn't clasped between my eagerly sucking lips. Jess moaned my name aloud and swiftly brushed a hand through her own hair, pulling at it roughly as she rolled her hips, moving her clit rhythmically against my tongue and lips. I watched writhing around and moaned through a mouthful of her pussy and squeezed a third finger up inside her tight snatch and began pumping them all faster.
