I left work early Thursday afternoon and headed out for a long run. It was the second week of April, and temperatures on the east coast were in the mid seventies with no humidity. I adjusted my headphones as I headed into the park at a slow jog, the music pounding my brain in time with my feet hitting the pavement. Thoughts of Melissa's seductive voice and filthy mind had been distracting me all week. Tonight we would finally meet face to face.
I was trying hard not to have any expectations, I mean, if we weren't attracted to each other it would be ok, we could probably laugh about our phone encounter and go on as friends. But what if we were?
I ran four or five miles at a steady pace, listening to the music and letting my thoughts roam through all the possibilities. My cock twitched the entire time, probably in part because I had quit my chronic masturbating cold turkey two nights before. Oh well, if nothing happened tonight I'd go buy myself a new toy and treat myself to an extra special orgasm.
Arriving home I realized I only had an hour before I was to meet Melissa, so I hopped in the shower, thru on a t-shirt and jeans, brushed my hair back and flew out the door. A fifteen minute drive later I was circling Melissa's block looking for a parking space. The third time around the block I got lucky and slipped into an open space, grazing the curb in the process.
I could feel the jitters in my stomach as I walked half a block down the street and turned left to enter the courtyard in front of Melissa's apartment. The buildings in the courtyard were built to resemble an old English village, with a storefront on the ground floor with two or three apartments above it.
I found Melissa's apartment right away, took another deep breath and rang the bell.
"Door's open, come on up." She called through the window.
At this point I was really nervous, I climbed the stairs slowly, trying to look composed when suddenly the door at the top opened and a beautiful smiling face appeared.
"Hi, come in, come in, just poured some wine, want some? Actually I just poured my third glass of wine, I'm a little nervous."
I got to the top of the stairs and my mouth dropped open. Melissa was beautiful. Maybe that's not the right word. She was hot. She was incredibly sexy. And there was something so fucking adorable about her. She was tall, probably close to 5'10, maybe 150 pounds, with those beautiful long legs wrapped in tight low rider jeans that hugged her ass and her equally beautiful large breasts in a knit halter. Melissa had that pale Irish skin that was flawless, deep brown eyes and that smile that seemed to never end.
She greeted me with a big hug and a quick peck on the corner of my mouth. I didn't recognize her perfume, but it was so good I wanted to nuzzle my face against her neck to draw in the scent.
"I'm a little nervous too; any kind of alcohol would be good." I said
Melissa poured a wine glass to the rim and handed it to me, that huge smile still painting her face.
The small talk was pretty much non existent. We rambled back and fourth about music and art, running, traveling and food, it was an amazing connection. Halfway through the second bottle of wine Melissa got up to make us some dinner and I joined her in the kitchen, putting the mussels on to steam with wine, garlic and oil while she made some salads.
After dinner we curled up together on the couch, lightly kissing, stroking each others faces with our fingertips and taking a few seconds now and again to look into each others eyes. My cock was straining through my jeans and I could feel two days of built up cum screaming to be released.
My hand slid down Melissa neck, trailing the curves leading to her thighs, and slowly sliding up towards her pussy. She gasped and I felt her body tighten up, so I slid my hand between her legs, cupping her pussy through her jeans while staring into her eyes.
"I'm so fucking wet; I want you to fuck me so badly."
