Today was the big day. We finally decided to meet. I stood waiting at the gate, waiting for you to get off the plane. My eyes scanned the sea of faces as they disembarked. Suddenly, I saw you walking out of the door, looking around, and searching for me. When our eyes finally met, your face lit up, and you rushed towards me. We hugged in a warm embrace, and kissed each other lightly. "Wow, you're much more beautiful in person, than in your pictures," I said, handing you a single red rose. You took the rose, and kissed me again, more passionately. "It's beautiful, thank you. And I must say you are certainly more handsome than your pictures led me to believe," you said. I took your bag, and we walked to pick up your luggage, holding hands.
After we had taken care of everything at the airport, we went our separate ways, you to freshen up at your hotel, and me to get dressed for our date this evening. I was very excited, and nervous at the same time, so I took a cold shower, and got dressed.
We met for drinks later that evening at a nice restaurant. I sat waiting at the bar, when you walked in. My mouth hung open as you walked towards me. You walked up, kissed me and said, "Close your mouth, or you'll catch some flies."
"You're stunning," I said, "And that dress is beautiful."
"Thank you. I thought you might like it."
We ordered drinks and sat talking for a while. I asked you how your trip was, and we chatted about this and that. The band struck up a lively tune, and you said, "Come on let's dance."
"Ok," I said, "but I'm not very good, you'll have to teach me."
"Not a problem, come on I'll show you."
Out on the dance floor, you said, "Now just do what I do, and move to the beat of the music." We danced to several fast songs, and I was starting to get the hang of it. You were smiling and laughing, and we were both thoroughly enjoying ourselves.
Next a slow song came on, and you showed me what to do. "Just put your arms around me, and hold me gently, as we move together to the music." you said. I did as you said, and we danced together. I was rather awkward, but managed to muddle my way through the song. Some faster songs came on next, and we danced to those as well.
When the next slow one came, you said "Ok, lets try this again, and this time, RELAX, I'm not going to break."
"I'll try to do better this time," I chuckled.
This time, after I put my arms around you, you put your hands around my waist, and pulled me close. We swayed together, and you leaned your head against my shoulder. Feeling your body pressed to mine was exciting me greatly, and I tried to pull away a little so you wouldn't feel me getting hard. But you were expecting this, and you slid you hands down to my ass, squeezing gently, and pulled me closer. My heart jumped when you did that, but I didn't resist, I loved the feeling of you soft breasts, pressed against my chest. I knew you could feel me pressed against you, because you pushed your hips against me hard, rubbing yourself against my erection. When I put my lips against your neck, and nibbled at your skin, you moaned softly in my ear. I was somewhat grateful when the song ended, not because I didn't like it, but because I was getting a little too stimulated by the moment.
I paid the bill, and we left. We walked for a while in the crisp evening, enjoying the sights of the city, and holding hands. I took you to see my favorite sights, and occasionally we would kiss lingeringly in secluded places.
Eventually, we ended up back at your hotel. During the ride up the elevator we kissed, our tongues twining together, our hands exploring each other's bodies. When we got in your room, you practically threw me on the bed. I was very turned on by now, evidenced, by the bulge in my pants. On the other hand I was also very nervous, and said, "I know we talked about this, but this is my first time, and I'm still a little jittery."