We are spending our first weekend together. I found a beach house for us. It is a lovely cabin near the water, with a large veranda, a huge living room with a big fireplace and a lovely rustic, romantic bedroom. We arrived at the same time on Friday afternoon, our first time to be together, away from phones, people, families. We sit on the couch and talk. Our fingers intertwined, occasionally touching each other's face, as if reassuring ourselves that this is really happening.
We talk lightly, laughing and giggling. We talk seriously, looking into each other's eyes, deciding if we can trust our souls to this other person, who is so important, yet so unknown. The music on the CD player is soft, gentle. The candles fill the room with the scent of vanilla. We sit facing each other, getting to know one another again. Fitting the person to the voice and heart we have grown to love.
We lean into a kiss- one perfect kiss- the way I knew it would be when our lips finally touched. Our talk flows so smoothly. We have a lifetime to share, stories to tell, ideas to present, points to make. Our fingers move against each other, the thrill of touching is enough for now. Then it is time for dinner. We know there is a great Chinese restaurant in town. We separate to change and then we meet in the living room to go to dinner.
After dinner, we return to our cozy home. You start the fire, I start the CDs and light the candles. We have no lights, it is just lovely by firelight. It is a cool, clear night and we decide to go to the veranda to watch the water. We change into sweatpants and sweatshirts and go outside. The sky is clear, the stars are vibrant, the moon is full. There is a huge old white wicker rocking chair. You sit down and pull me into your lap. I am sitting sideways on your lap. My head is on your chest, listening to your heart, as I have done so many times in my imagination. Your strong arms are around me, holding me close; my knees are up against your right side. I am so happy.
You are looking out at the water and the moon and want me to see too. You turn me on your lap so my back is pressed against your chest. You pull me close. There is an old quilt on the back of the chair. I pull it around us, holding it closed in front of me, making a tent around us. Your hands are on my tummy. I can feel the warmth through my clothes. You reach my waistband and gently pull on my pants. I lift my bottom to help you. You remove my pants and panties in one motion, dropping them behind the rocker. We sit, me on your lap, the quilt wrapped around us. We are in our own little coccoon. Your hands slide under my shirt, holding my breasts, fondling my now-hardening nipples. All the while, we are sitting so nicely, watching the stars and moon.
I am leaning against you, your hands warm on my tummy. they are slipping under my shirt, just touching my skin. Your lovely, warm, skilled hands, your fingers massaging my skin. You reach down and hook your own waistband, lifting up your hips, and me, to remove your pants. You drop them behind the chair. My buttocks settle against your thighs. I feel your hard cock pressed against me and I want it inside me, so much! All those days of chatting, all those nights of talking. This all runs
through my mind as I feel your hardness and need. I slowly lift myself up and settle back down with your cock deep inside me, so deep. But it is not enough, not enough for us. I want you so deep inside me you may never leave. Now we are linked, so deeply, so sweetly. Me, on your lap, with your cock so deep inside me. Your long legs are stretched out, rocking the chair in a slow, hypnotic movement. Each time we rock, your cock moves within me, up and down, back and forth, in and out. I am so happy, so full of you. My back is pressed against your chest, your hands moving under my shirt, touching me everywhere. You are making my skin warm as your fingers wander. My nipples are aching for you and you play with them, rolling them between your fingers, plucking and pinching. You run your fingernails lightly right over the nipples, something I once told you I loved. I am shivering and pull the quilt closer to us.
I draw my legs up, my toes tucked under your thighs. You hold me and we rock, slowly and steadily. Every rock of the chair moves your cock inside me, in and out, up and down, back and forth. The sensation is so incredible. Your hands slide up to my breasts, touching my hardening nipples, gently plucking them, pinching them, rubbing them. We are talking, watching the moon and the waves and losing ourselves in the absolute joy of this moment. You are finally inside me, where you belong and I want it to last forever. The quilt is around us. My head is back against your shoulder.
You are whispering in my ear, kissing my neck. I feel your breath on my cheek. It is so much like all those nights we have slept together in our minds, except now, I feel your hardness deep inside me. It is dark. The only light is from the moon and the fire burning inside the cabin. We can hear night noises and the CD's playing softly inside. I love this, being with you, finally. It is absolutely perfect. Then, in the distance, I can see a couple walking down the beach, right toward our cabin. Maybe they won't see us. It is dark on the veranda.
