We've known each other for a few weeks, every time we talk online or the phone, our conversations simply flow. And... they typically end up talking about sex. We discussed fantasies and even so much detail as to what exactly we like. Each time we discuss what really turns us on, I can't help but secretly rub my dick. I think you get turned on just as much, but we never seem to go as far as talking dirty and having phone sex. But each time we do talk, we seem to get to the sex part of our conversations quicker and quicker. The tension is building between us, even though, to this point, we haven't met. Timing is everything right? I know that if you make me this hard when we are in person, I'm pretty sure I wont be able to resist plunging every inch deep inside of you.
A couple of weeks go by and we are beyond ready. The question in kik sits unanswered: "Do you want to meet? Cup of coffee or something?" I asked, and I anxiously tap my pencil against the desk waiting for your reply. Meeting isn't as big of a deal as the delay is making it to be. You're delaying because you got a phone call? Or you're delaying 'cause you don't know what to say? Or you've maybe fallen and you can't get back to the keyboard? Then... I see it... "Yes!!!"
"Great... see you next week."
We talk a few more times between now and then. We go over the schedule of my day and I worked it so I have the entire afternoon off. We talk about going for a hike or even just go out for a picnic or something. This is a bit more than "just coffee", but we both seem totally into it. Have you noticed that our conversations, once laden with sexy and teasing talk, has become pure as fresh snow? I have. I think we are both a bit nervous as to what may or may not happen.
Then the day finally arrives. My morning meetings consisted of me fading in and out. I kept visualizing the naked photo you sent me. I stir in my seat as I feel my member slowly engorge.
"Hey, you with us here?". I'm snapped back to the meeting. 'Argh', I think to myself. 'I don't want to be here'.
"Yes, lets go back over point 2 and 3..." My meeting continues with no one the wiser that I'd rather be about 31 minutes away from here.
Finally, my work day has ended. You told me to meet me at the park. Told me where to park my truck and which trail to take to find you. This hour drive to the park feels like it's taking forever. I am excited to finally meet you for the first time.
You hear the sound of a car door shut in the distance and your stomach's butterflies flutter as you wonder if that's me. 'Why did I set this picnic up so far way?' you think to yourself. A few minutes pass, you check your phone again.. then you hear footsteps. You turn and see me for the first time as I round the corner. Our eyes instantly meet and lock in place. Smiles cross our faces as we take steps towards each other.
We hug and briefly kiss! It feels like I know you, and you me. It is great to finally meet you. You look great in your sun dress. Your cleavage is daring me not to look, but I catch the occasion glimpse.
The plan is to sit on the picnic blanket. I see a basket. It looks like a great setting to spend some time together. You start to tell me the plan... first some cheese and crackers, then you have some fruit... grapes, apples, bananas, etc... As you talk, I fade out as I can't help but stare. That little, friendly kiss, has me buzzing...
You stop, smile and flirtingly say, "Are you paying attention?"
I say, "this is a perfect spot!" I think we are both a bit nervous. After conversations about our day, this place, the conversation fell silent. Normal conversations would flow just like this also, then we would end up talking about sex. But just as the past couple of weeks, we both stop short. We may not be talking about it, I sense we are thinking it. I stare at you again for a moment, then motion for you to lean in... With my finger under your chin, I pull your mouth to mine, and instead of a quick 'hi-nice-to-see-you' kiss, we passionately share a open-mouthed kiss. Tasting each other for the first time. Growing increasingly intense. Tongues intertwined, heavy breathing; passion.
You pull away and say "Wow. That's one way to break the silence." Then you look down and see the outline of my cock straining against my pants.