This story is a fantasy that I have formed over a number of conversations with other woman from this site. I hope you enjoy it!
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I sat in the chair at her kitchen table, looking down at the smooth wood surface. I could hear her moving around the room but was too nervous to maintain a conversation. I had enjoyed our online relationship for so long that I thought I would be ready as soon as I walked through the door, and in fact I had felt confident right up to the moment I saw her beautiful face and shockingly attractive body. Suddenly all of my bluster from my online persona went out like a light. Would I be acceptable to her? Had I been too generous when describing myself? I certainly made sure any pictures that were sent were very flattering, would she be disappointed by the real thing?
She greeted me with a hug, she smelled like a combination of cinnamon and heaven. I tried to enjoy that moment but I was so nervous she would be disappointed by my barely existent chest as it pressed against her pert, firm, full B cups. She was in her mid-thirties, but had the chest of an athletic twenty year old.
At first I was disappointed to find out where this year's conference was. I had been hoping for L.A. or Vegas, but as I made my travel plans it came to me. This was near my friend, could I actually meet her? We had never even discussed that and we had discussed a lot of things.
It took a week to build up the confidence to ask, and I was so relieved when the answer was a quick and excited yes. I barely paid attention to what I had packed for the conference but my outfit to meet her was selected with the same thought as most wedding dresses.
I had gone with a thin sun dress that sat high on my thighs since my long legs which had been toned with years on the track were one of my best attributes. I knew it was impossible to hide how small my breasts where in this type of dress, but I also wanted as little fabric between us as possible. I had changed into the smallest thong I could find just as I pulled up to her home hoping to make an impression when the dress came off.
All of that preparation had left me extra nervous now that the moment had arrived. I felt foolish wearing this thin dress now that I saw what a wonderful home she lived in. I had lived with five roommates and a stolen couch just two years ago, how was I going to measure up to someone so accomplished?
She could tell I was nervous and tried to calm me by offering something to drink. She had planned to offer water or lemonade since it was eleven in the morning, but when I asked for tequila she didn't judge me. The second shot started to deliver the desired effect.
We had played this scenario out many times, and when she kissed my neck from behind I wanted to lean my head back to allow her more access to my skin, but instead I lowered my head towards my shoulder not ready to commit just yet.
Her hands slide around my waist, gently but firm enough to pull my dress up my legs causing goosebumps to cover my body. Her hands travel across my flat stomach, the one area on my body I feel confident in. That moment of ease helps, but only for a moment as her hands reach for my breasts, or the area of my chest where a real woman's breasts would be. Her chest is pressed to my back, and she has the soft pillows I had been jealous of since my friends had started getting them along with all of the boy's glances.
It still feels good. Her hands are calmer and slower than those of the guys I had been with, more confident that there was time to enjoy this part without it being at the expense of the main event. She finds my nipples and slowly rolls them between her fingers. This draws the first moan from my lips. She cups the modest flesh around my nipples that all the men I had been with always ignored. Her mouth finds its place back on my neck, and now I am ready. I lean my head back and run my hands through her shoulder length hair. She reaches between my legs but I stop her, I need to do my part first. I stand up and face her. I'm almost half a foot taller than she is, but I still feel like the child in the room.
I pull the dress over my head exposing myself to her, hoping not to be rejected. Her eyes run up and down my body, and the relief I feel as she bites her lower lip is overwhelming. We stumble to the couch in the living room and I try to undo the buttons on her shirt but my fingers are shaking too much. She cups my hands in hers, and begins removing her shirt. My mouth falls onto her breasts greedily sucking and eager to please. I know I'm moving too fast but I have never gone down on a woman before and after all this build up I want to perform well. I can feel the tiny piece of string ride up into my ass. I glance up at her as I kiss my way down her body. She is looking over my head. I glance back and see the mirror that proudly displays my rear.
I slide her pink cotton panties off of her, and wish I had the sense to wear something similar. The simplicity of them exudes a confidence that cannot be faked. My tacky thong reeks of inexperience and trying too hard.
She has a small strip of pubic hair leading to her clit. I look up into her hazel eyes, and she looks back into my blue ones. She gives me a kind smile and I lean in between her legs. I am tentative at first but her hands on my head encourage me to be more enthusiastic. It's so different then giving a blow job. The way a cock invades your mouth makes it part performance, part figuring out how to breathe and part establishing a rhythm.
She tastes like nothing I have experienced before. She moans as I find her clit with my tongue, but I know I'm not working as smoothly as her other lovers. The details she has shared with me make it impossible to lie to myself about how I am doing. She moans, but I am afraid it is only for my benefit.
She cups my chin in her hands and raises my eyes to hers.
"Thank you" and with that she ends my flailing. I feel a drop of her juices drip down my face as she leans in and kisses me. I feel like a fool.
I know what comes next. I'm going to cum onto her mouth. I didn't want her to make me cum after I had failed so miserably at trying to please her. Her lips were so soft as kissed me, the way her hands ran through my hair sent shivers down my body. She took her time working her way down me, it made me realize I had acted like all those selfish guys I had slept with who just rushed from my tits to my pussy. She kissed just below my ribs on both the left and right sides causing me to squirm, her hands just barely grazing the outside of my thighs.
The first full-fledged moan escaped my lips before she even touched my clit, just her breath on me made me light headed. Her fingers began exploring the folds of my vagina and my breath became short.
