I had never done this before. I was tense, excited yet terribly nervous. What if he didnât like me? I thought to myself over and over again. I was on my way to London, stuck on the train in a carriage filed with other people, all of them talking far too loudly and most of them sweating far to much for my liking, to meet a man I had been chatting to for a couple of months on the internet. I sat there thinking things over in her mind. I really had no idea why I had given in and let my impulses run wild. It really wasnât like me at all. Alright, I admit that I am a bit crazy sometimes and I do do wild things from time to time but I had never done anything like this before. I had to be honest with myself though. The thought of going down to London and meeting with this man purely for the sole reason of fucking him turned me on so much my panties were soaked right through near enough
When I got off the train I felt such relief to be off it, away from the crowdedness of the carriage and the large number of people in it. And then I walked into the underground. To call it crowded would be an understatement. It was so packed I could barely move! And that was just a Sunday! I shuddered to think of what it would be like at 9am on a Monday morning. The underground ride only took half an hour. I hadnât realised that London was so big! Guess that shows just how many times I've been there before then! I was relieved to finally get off of there and to be out in the open, yet slightly polluted air of south London. I looked around, trying to spot my internet lover. He wasnât there. Then I remembered, I had said to him that I would call him when I was almost at my stop. But since thereâs no signal on the underground I wouldnât have been able to call him anyway. So I whipped out my phone and quickly called him.
Iâll be there in 10 minutes he said. So I sat and made myself comfortable on a nearby railing. 10 minutes passed, 15, nearing onto 20 when he finally came around the corner. I have to admit he wasnât what I expected, and yes I was slightly disappointed. But he was cute, with what I like to think good classic black man features that just oozes sex appeal and he did have a really cheeky grin that made me feel completely at ease with him. It wasnât long before we were back at his place. He had a tidy little flat, with one bedroom, a kitchen, bathroom and very little furniture. I was given the grand tour, ending back in front of the front door. He flashed another one of his cheeky grins at me and suddenly grasped my jeans pocket and pulled me in close. I moulded up against his body as he held me there whilst he gently kissed me. Silently, he released his hold of me and then, taking my hand, led me into the bedroom.
Once in there he pulled me close again, and began to kiss me, more fiercely this time, his tongue dipping into my mouth, his left hand holding my ass tightly, his right hand roughly intertwined in my hair, holding me tightly so he could use my mouth in what ever way he wanted. Then he backed off again, but this time only to take off his top. Again Iâm going to be completely honest, he didnât have a body like Wesley Snipes, but his arms were well muscled, and he had a smattering of hair over his chest that was so sexy! He pulled me close again and this time my arms were trapped between our bodies. I ran my finger lightly through his chest hair, then along his arms and up to his face. I traced my fingers along his jaw line and into his thick curly black hair. I tried to wrap my fingers around his hair but it was just too curly and far too thick for that. His hand had come up and was gently kneading my breast, like it was a lump of bread dough. I moaned and flung my head back, breaking our kiss.
Carefully he stepped back again and began to undress me. First my top came over my head, leaving me in just my bra and jeans. I felt embarrassed letting him see me like that, as my tummy isnât small and it over hung my jeans waist line a fair bit (the curse of jeans; if theyâre too tight they look awful on you, but if theyâre too loose, yes they donât squeeze your tummy but they always end up falling to below your knees if youâre not careful!). But he didnât seem to care. His fingers quickly snapped open my bra and released my breasts for his scrutiny. He dipped his head and began to suckle on them; first one then the other, making my nipples harden into to little points of desire. I didnât realise it but as he lapped at my nipples his hands had been busy. Soon I was standing there in just my thong, with my head throw back and my knees pressing against the bed. He stopped only long enough to pull his own jeans off then he nudged me backwards so that I fell onto the bed.