We are spending our very first weekend together. I found a lovely, getaway 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. It was one of only five cabins. There was also a lovely restaurant and bar. I knew you would love it here. For the past four months we spoke endlessly. Online chats, long telephone calls, naughty little messages sent from one to the next. All of this building up to a heightened desire to be together in person.
On my drive to the cottages, butterflies swirled in my tummy and I seemed to be driving forever. I was nervous, a good nervous-great anticipation.
I got there around noon. I went to our cabin. You had already gotten there. You left a note to meet you at the bar.
I wore a light green sundress, your favourite colour. It reflects nicely against my smooth dark skin. It had delicate little straps and a low cut, showing a little bit of cleavage, just enough to tease you. It flowed nicely to just above the knee. It was complimented with a pair of black slippers – about 3 ½” – enough to be seductive and sexy with out being outright trashy. I let my hair down, remembering how you expressed liking flowing hair. I felt very sensual and sexy. I knew you would be pleased.
I walked to the bar and there you were flashing that same brilliant smile I had seen in your photos. You looked handsome and crisp in a nice pair of khakis and brown shirt, that brought out the warmth in your eyes. I approach you with much more confidence and calm than I am feeling. As if sensing my unrest, you smile again making me feel better. We embrace, it feels so good to be here, holding you, as I have dreamed of and longed for.
We sit at the bar for some time, relaxing and warming up to each other. We talk lightly, laughing and giggling. We seem to be the only persons there apart from staff. We have a light lunch and enjoy the well made Pina Coladas As it got later we grow a bit more serious, looking each other's eyes, deciding if we can trust our souls to this other person, who is so important, yet so unknown. I was about 5 in the afternoon and we finally leave and head back to our cabin.
We sit on the veranda in some lovely wicker chairs, looking out at the beautiful sparkling water, enjoying the lovely breeze, and deciding to take full advantage of it. We slip inside and changed into our swimsuit heading of to the shore. We stroll along the beach. The sand is warm, The sky is clear.
We sit like children in the sand and for the first time since we meet the conversation turn sexual. You tell me how much you had longed and yearned to meet me. To touch me, to kiss me. And then,... we lean into a kiss, one perfect kiss, the way I knew it would be when our lips finally touched. I feel a shudder rippling through me as your tongue touches mine. It's a devastating, mind blowing kiss, full of passion and lust. Our tongues and mouths greedily seek the others, swirling together, sucking, nipping, biting each others lips gently. I feel totally lost in the feelings of your mouth on mine, finally on mine.
I can feel my heart thundering in my chest, a deep ache throbbing within. Your fingers tangle in my soft hair, holding me close to you. We start to rub against one another. Little whimpers seem to be ripped from deep inside me. You reach behind me and untie the bikini top and it drifts down. You pull back, drawing in a deep breath, I see pure lust in your eyes. You slowly reach-up, cupping them with your hands. You guide me back unto the sand and plant gentle kisses all around my breasts. Then finally you take one nipple into your mouth, my body shudders with the feel of your lips. You kneel between my legs, spreading them wider with your firm hands. You began kissing your way down to my stomach.