The First Time We Met Dara

I woke up that morning, with him on my mind. I was finally going to meet him. So many things were going through my mind. Steve isn't an ordinary man. There's something about him that separates him from other men I'd known. He had knowledge I'd searched for. I was 24 years old, I'd met my fair share of men. They seemed to be all the same yet a bit different, to me at least. However, I'd never met anyone like Steve. I don't think I ever will again.

As odd as it seemed back then, I could often sense his strong, desirable, and loving presence around me even though we were 3 thousand miles away. We'd been talking for a few months, and had grown to know each other well for being so far apart. I met him online of all things, on a website looking for answers to esoteric questions that I hoped would help explain my unusual life and experiences. He had messaged me the first time I posted on that site, on a random Sunday. We have talked every day since. I couldn't believe we were going to be next to each other soon. I didn't know what to expect. I felt ecstatic and nervous at the same time.

I'd initially wanted him to come to my house, but he insisted for me to meet him in New Orleans. He'd got us a room at the W. That was one of my favorite hotels, and I had a history of going there often throughout my life. I'd only packed a couple of outfits. A dress, a pair of jeans, and a low cut white and black silk shirt. A pair of heels, and a pair of flats.

I put on a pair of leggings and a light blue top that was tight fitting around my torso and breasts. I tied the top of the shirt around my neck. I'd put on a pink thong and no bra. I looked in the mirror, wondering if I'd gone overboard showing off my breasts, no I decided, I wanted to wear the outfit. I knew it looked good on me. I grabbed my small white faux leather luggage bag, slipped on my blue and black flats that covered my painted toes, and headed for the door. I was meeting him at the hotel at 3pm for check-in.

On the ride there I felt his presence around me, and its effects, something I'd become familiar with. It was stronger than I'd ever felt. I felt my clit start to fill with desire. I felt the blood flow increase in my groin as my labia and clit started to swell. I felt an urgent need to touch my slit to satisfy my body's intense begging for satisfaction. After 5 minutes of torture, I had become so wet that the moisture had flooded through my slit and gone through my silver and black leggings. I didn't care. I slowly slipped my right hand down inside my pants and buried my fingers onto my swollen wet slit. I was in the slow lane on the interstate. One hand tightly gripping the leather steering wheel and the other pressing on my swollen clit. I felt my body wanting him inside me more than ever.

I had known if he was in my city it would increase what his presence did to me, but I underestimated just how much. My fingers were pressing on my clit slowly, back and forth. I felt as my clit throbbed with a deep longing for relief. I almost climaxed several times but held it back. When I arrived at the hotel I was hoping for him to make a move, quickly.

He'd already checked in the room, I was late as usual, 3:30 pm I arrived at the room. I knocked on the door. My inhibitions were nearly gone as I felt my clit pulsating. I waited for him as I stared at the white door, silver handle, and key card slot. He had gotten my card for me, but I'd have knocked even if I had it in hand. I felt adrenaline as I heard the door open. I saw his face, felt his body energy pressing unto me, as I stood there. It was stronger than I could have fathomed. 'Hey Dara' he said, acting totally normal, but his energy was more than enough to let me know he wanted me just as badly.

I wondered what my face must've looked like, my entire body was throwing off heat, my skin was flushed. When he spoke I felt the urge to move my hips from side to side a bit to give myself some relief. I saw the look in his eyes, he knew what I wanted. I think he was enjoying watching me being tortured. I wondered if he did it intentionally when I was driving to the hotel. I walked in and put down my bag. I sat on the freshly made bed. It had white sheets and a gray comforter. He brought up plans for the day and all his words became background noise as I felt his attention on my breast, his pants were growing to show his large erection. The chemistry was palpable.

I interrupted him speaking and asked what he wanted to do first. He was silent, I could feel his strong desire for me as I became even more aroused. As I sat on the edge of the hotel bed, he came over my body and put his erection on my slit. Over my moistened leggings. I forgot to breathe temporarily and took a slow breath in and moaned softly. I backed my body up on the bed and ripped my leggings off, untied my shirt from behind my neck and lifted it over my head to be thrown on the floor. He took off my dripping wet pink panties and placed them beside my head on the bed.

He proceeded to quickly get undressed. My anticipation was unprecedented. He moved his body on top of mine and rubbed his steel hard erection up and down my slit. I felt the heat, desire, and strong energy he had, it was radiating all around my groin as he moved slowly up and down. Drenching his shaft in the moisture that was gathered in my slit. I wanted relief more than ever. He was focused watching my face, when I was close to climaxing, he'd pull his erection away from my clit and wrap it in my warm swollen labia.

I started begging him to put it inside me. I didn't have to beg long, he put the tip of his shaft into me. Even as aroused as I was, it was a tight fit. I could tell he was afraid to force it in. I could feel how bad he wanted to thrust inside me. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. We took a deep breath simultaneously. He went slow at first, the feeling of him thrusting in and out of me was blissful. I grabbed my ankles and pulled my thighs up close to my shoulders. I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper into me, letting him know to speed up. I let him speed up for a bit, I saw how bad he wanted to be relieved. I wanted to make him wait, I slowed his pace down with my hands tightly gripping and guiding his body.

Catching on to what I was doing, he grabbed my nipples softly squeezing them. I felt electricity shoot from my nipples down to where he was moving. I couldn't help but start to pull him faster. He sped up, faster and faster. I couldn't fight it any longer, I felt the climax coming on as he pounded me. I moaned loudly to let him know to keep going as he was. The feeling of impending relief spread from the inside of me all the way up my body. Time seemed to slow down, I felt the climax approaching even more as his shaft was being squeezed by my quenching wet vagina. He moaned as I grew tighter and tighter, I saw the look on his face, he was so close. I knew he'd been holding back cuming just as long as I had.

That sent me over the edge, my legs started shaking, my toes curled, I squeezed his skin as if I were holding on for my life, I climaxed. I felt his shaft grow larger and larger as I was in bliss. He spilled into me and my climax grew stronger, I'd never felt anything like this. My ass was moving up towards him and I savored the feeling for what seemed like hours. It was by far the longest climax I'd ever experienced. So intense, my entire body was at the mercy of him. When it stopped, he kept moving slowly inside of me for a few seconds. He laid his body on top of mine, still inside of me, his chest met mine. I felt satisfied, we laid together in bed for a long stretch of time. I wondered what was so different about him. The way he affected me was so strong, and I could tell, I affected him just as strongly.