As I gather my things, and prepare to step off the plane, my hands are trembling. I silently ask myself, "Am I really doing this?" There is no turning back now. I'm in New York and there is a man waiting for me. "A man that I have never met, but feel like I know," I think. I can feel the moisture already forming between my legs.
Months ago, in the most random fashion possible, I met a man named John. Since then he'd been charming me with his wit, intelligence, and velvet tongue of spoken-word porn. That man could spin a tale of sex that the iciest bitch would be warmed by. The flight attendant had a knowing smile on her face as I walked past. My face had twisted into something viscerally sexual as I thought about the fate that awaited me.
After gathering my nerves with a shot of bourbon, I knew I could delay the inevitable no longer. "His first taste of Kentucky," I mused with myself, "on both sets of lips." The realization that he'd enjoy that irony was all I needed to head for the exit.
I stepped into the sunlight and immediately shaded my eyes. Before I could orient myself a pair of hands gently grabbed my waist. Momentary panic evaporated as I was slowly backed against a car. A gentle nudge with his pelvis was a silent indicator of what was to come. I regained my bearings, and there he was, with a big, coy grin. The seconds that passed felt like an eternity. He slowly moved in as if he was about to kiss me, and at the last minute turned his head ever so slightly and kissed that place between my mouth and cheek, and said, "Mmm, Kentucky." Confusion, nerves, adrenaline, and bourbon collided with the absence of oxygen I'd been unconsciously withholding from my lungs, and a smile took over my face. We both started laughing as I collapsed into a hug in his arms. I knew instantly that I had made the right decision.
Our conversation and chemistry resumed its normal flow, having been interrupted only by the nervous moments that occurred in the seconds before the meeting. Our conversation immediately took on the oddly matched pairing of normal conversation and sexual charge. I knew what was coming, but I didn't know how it was going to play out. I could see it in the way his eyes twinkled when he looked at me. My unfulfilled fantasy would not go unfulfilled past this day, that was for sure. The thought created a whole new rush of juices. I shifted in my seat to try to abate it, all the while noticing the obvious bulge in his jeans.
Every mile made me wetter and more nervous. Instinctively, I knew when we were close. I started fidgeting restlessly and disconnecting from the conversation. Understanding my anxiety, he reached over and firmly grabbed my hand and said, "We're comfortable, Beautiful." As I acknowledged that I was comfortable and sank back into the seat he said, "And oh yeah, your ass is mine."
My ears acknowledged the sound of my bag hitting the floor in almost the same moment that I acknowledged being rushed into the back of the recently shut door. Somehow he had managed to grab my wrists and secure me firmly between him and the wooden barrier. He had my on my tiptoes and his bulge pressed into the small crevice between my legs, absorbing the heat of my saturated pussy. He shifted my wrists into his right hand and ran his left hand up my back and neck. Then suddenly he grabbed the hair at the base of my head, yanked back, and kissed me.
For the force that he was using, it was the opposite. The gentleness and passion made me know that I was in a safe and loving place, and that I was deeply cared for. My tongue responded in kind. It was the kind of kiss that would normally cause me to throw my arms around a man. Being restrained and kissed like this was creating an altogether new sensation inside of me. I wanted it to be rough and gentle at the same time. I wanted to be thrown around and fucked hard while being kissed gently; and I wanted to be kissed hard and fucked gently.
As if once again reading my mind, John changed the pressure of his kiss to a teeth-hitting grind and released my wrists in order to softly tease my sides just under my shirt. In a swift motion my t-shirt was over my head and on the floor and I was being swung around so that my ass was facing him. My tits and arms were smashed against the door. He yanked my still clothed hips towards him and started caressing my back, every now and then fingering my bra-line. I was so confined that I couldn't look behind to see what he was doing. I felt the wet of his tongue play at the place where my bra connected, then felt soft kisses on my neck. The mix of soft and rough was intoxicating.
John then decided that he wasn't content to have me lingering in clothing. With a maneuver of his fingers my bra popped open and just as quickly as he had spun me around the first time, he spun me around again and slammed my full body against the door and unfastened my jeans. I immediately became aware of my nakedness in the presence of his fully-clothed embrace. I made a futile attempt at covering my body. My erect nipples belied me my poking through the sorry veil of my hands. Very calmly he held my hips and kissed me. I slowly lifted my arms to test whether or not they would be immediately pinned. He didn't move and let me pull his t-shirt over his head. He continued remaining still as I knelt down, unzipped his jeans, and freed his cock from its denim captivity.
