An almost true depiction of a meeting between a man and a woman, using the premise of the movie "Sliding Doors". What would have happened if ..... The point of change at the "coffee". What really took place was something completely innocent. Hope you enjoy.
Our Sliding Door Meeting.
The nerves had subsides somewhat 2 hours into our "date", yet each time I looked into your eyes, it was like our souls connected and all I could think of was kissing your lips. At some points it was difficult to concentrate on exactly what you were saying. But I was captivated.
Your suggestion of going back to your place sent a shiver up my spine. Oh my God, could we, would we and even SHOULD we. Hey who was I kidding! This gorgeous, vivacious woman sitting in front of me made me so comfortable, I would have done anything for her.
As we crossed the street and walk towards your home. I wonder, should I hold your hand and offer to take a bag from your retail therapy trip, but you insisted you were ok with carrying them. We walked the short distance to your home and still the banter flows easily, as if we had done this a hundred times.
We go inside and you lead me to your laptop and as promised I show you the interesting websites I had told you about during our frank conversations online and on the phone.
First I show you the Erotic Literature site "Literotica.com" and show you the stories I had written. Sitting there so close to a beautiful woman had my stomach churning and my penis tingling, almost begging inside my head to be stroked or toyed with in any way. I look at you as you read, your eyes transfixed to the screen as you learn more about my former sex life than most ever will.
I am hoping it has aroused you as much as I and I look at you and say simply,
"God I want to kiss you"
You smile at me and I can see in your eyes that you would like nothing better than to do the same. You say, "How about a coffee instead?"
"No, I would definitely prefer to kiss you" I say and we laugh. Our eyes lock and as if by some universal force beyond our comprehension, our lips are drawn together and as they touch for the first time we connect on a level we thought wasn't possible after such a short time.
Kissing your lips was like kissing a soft silk pillow and I feel myself being consumed with passion and warmth as our kiss takes on a more urgent desire. We break our kiss and look into each other's eyes.
"We probably shouldn't do this should we?" You ask me in a whisper
"Probably not" I reply, "Do you want to stop?"
"Yes I think we should, It makes it hard to climb the stairs while we are kissing" you say and take my hand and lead me to your bedroom.
I follow one step behind, which gives me just enough space and an advantage of height, to admire the curve of your buttock in your jeans as you stride purposefully up the stairs.
As we enter your room, I notice it is clean, with everything in its place. Had you cleaned "just in case"?
I pull your hand slightly causing you to turn. I look into your eyes again and come forward to kiss you. Our lips lock in an intimate and sensual embrace all their own. We kiss again and again, our lips parting and the slightest flash of tongue as they dart out, teasing and tasting each other.
My hands run up and down your back under your jacket, feeling the warmth of you knowing I am so close to your skin. I let my hands fall to your bottom and gently squeeze it and as my hands come back I slip them under your red top and feel your warm soft skin for the first time.
I can feel my excitement rising, along with other things. I break our kiss and I bring my hands up to remove your jacket and slide it down your arms. I then go to the hem of your top and start to lift it. I look into your eyes as the rising material uncovers your body, and as it passes over your head and your lips come back into view, I lean forward again ad kiss you passionately.
You now do the same, removing my jacket and shirt. We come together and for the first time our skin and the lace of your lavender bra touches each others skin. I feel you shiver and I know why, because I had felt that spark too. My hands come between us as I unbutton the top of your jeans then unzip them, pushing them over your hips and down your legs and the pool on the floor at your ankles.