Pulling up to the curb, I park the truck and sit here for a few seconds before getting out. What had I gotten myself into? Ok, I can do this, no problem I think to myself, and I quickly exit my truck. Taking a deep breath, I turn around to scan the park. We have been corresponding through the net for the past two weeks, and for the last week by telephone; ever since we met on an adult website. Yesterday we agreed to meet in this park, and I have been looking forward to it with both excitement and trepidation. Our interests are similar, and based on the pictures we exchanged, we have a physical attraction as well. He is 6'2", blonde hair, blue eyes, and is a former linebacker who keeps in shape, judging by his picture which shows a hard chiseled body. I am 5'4", auburn hair, 36C and light brown eyes, petite, and curvy. Will the attraction still be there when we meet in person? Who knows.
To say I was excited about our date is an understatement. I took extreme care in preparing for the meeting. I had taken a long bath filled to the brim with orchid scented bubbles, soaping and washing every inch of my body. I must admit I lingered at my shaved mound, paying a little extra attention to my clit. But I didn't want to cum, I was saving that for later. I had washed and dried my thick mane letting it fall in soft waves, down to my shoulders. I picked out a low cut white blouse which buttoned down the front, leaving the top two buttons open to show plenty of cleavage. The mounds of my soft breasts rise and fall with each breath I take. The bra I am wearing is a light blue half cut bra which pushes my breasts up, and allows the top of my areolas to peek out. My blue jeans are tight, to show off my cute rounded ass, and I am wearing a pair of blue lace thong undies with no back, there is no panty line to show. I want to feel his eyes devour me when we meet.
As I cross the street, entering the park I spot him leaning casually against one of the pine trees. He is holding a red plaid blanket folded over his arm.
"Hello, at last we meet," I tell him.
"It's good to see you" he replies and quickly scoops me up into his arms pressing his warm lips against mine.
Our lips mesh with light feather touches of our tongues. My breasts are pressed tightly up against him, threatening to spill out of my blouse and bra. He breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes as he trails one finger ever so lightly across the top of my breasts. My nipples harden instantly; I can feel moisture beginning to gather at the crotch of my jeans. He smiles quickly before his mouth descends once more to claim mine. Our kisses deepen into passionate heated desire and our hands roam freely over each other's body, as we stand in the middle of the park oblivious to the people walking by. He breaks the kiss once more and I lean against him trying to get my breathing under control. He keeps smiling at me, a knowing grin of what is about to come. We spread out the blanket and settle down. He is lying on his side and tells me to lie down on my stomach, which I do. There is small talk, but I do not hear it. The only thing I know is the touch of his hand sliding over my back, down my ass, and back up again. Each time his hand gets close to my crotch yet he doesn't touch it.