With my tongue, I began to explore Tracey’s pussy and her thighs. I felt I knew what to do, what she would like. We had been online friends for a while now and our steamy highly erotic chats via Lush Stories had given us both a release.
It was as if my tongue knew where to go. I began with long slow licks along the length of Tracey’s pussy. When I felt her respond I stepped up the action. I parted her outer lips with my fingers and drove my tongue into her pink flesh. With the flat part of my thumb, I located her clit and began pushing it firmly. Tracey began to mew like a kitten. It was time to make her cum for real.
I changed position slightly and began to kiss and nibble her clit with my tongue and very gently my teeth. At the same time, I slid first, one finger and then two into her pussy. I began to thrust them in and out. Tracey was writhing all over the bed and I knew her climax was not far off.
When she came she came spectacularly, with a loud grunt, and at the same time, her body went limp.
I got up from the bed, took my clothes off and lay beside Tracey. I kissed her neck, her face and her lips.
The first time with a new lover can be awkward as you try to work out what each other likes and whether there are any boundaries. Because Tracey and I have been online lovers for a while, I felt none of that. I was going to put into practice what we had both long fantasised about.
I lay Tracey flat on her back, got her to raise her legs so that her knees were level with her chest. In this position, she was wide open and I could simply mount her. She was wet and I slid in easily.
We had often talked about how we would fuck like this and now we were doing it for real. I built up a pace and was able to get very deeply into Tracey. It was immensely satisfying for us both.
Another advantage of using this position was that we were able to look into each other's eyes. Both of us were ablaze with pure lust.
I felt my balls tighten and knew I was not far off. Tracey realised what was going to happen and wrapped her legs around me, drawing me closer. I came in three sharp judders and collapsed on top of Tracey, both of us panting.
We lay like that for a while, until I realised that Tracey was about to fall into a good deep sleep. I kissed her and said I would be in touch tomorrow after her presentation. I wanted to show her another part of London, away from the conference centre.
As I dressed and before I let myself out, I pulled the duvet over the sleeping Tracey.
I rode my bike home across London feeling elated. In the flesh, Tracey was everything she had been online, And she was in London for another three days.
I got home, tidied my flat and caught up with some admin. About 4 pm Tracey called to say that she had slept very well and was preparing her presentation for the morning.
“I think that injection you gave me did the trick, I feel great.” Her voice was soft and suggestive.
“I would like to come back over, strip you naked and fuck you from behind. Imagine me pounding into you as you look out of the window.”
“I’d like that too and you are making me wet just thinking about it, but I have to meet the other delegates and prepare for tomorrow. Believe me, it is not what I want to be doing.”
“I want your pussy now, I want to be in you.” My voice was almost begging
“Stand up, pull your jeans down and get your cock out, do it now.” Tracey’s voice was an instruction.
“Start jerking yourself off, get hard. Imagine yourself in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. Come on, harder than that. My panties are wet, I’m going to have to change them.” Tracey was firm but I could tell she was getting excited.
“Put two fingers in your pussy and when they are nice and wet, I want you to lick the juice off them.” My final words before I shot a load that landed on the floor.
Tracey also sounded breathless, “I will talk to you tomorrow after I’m done.”
We bade each other goodnight and I let Tracey get on with her preparations.
Monday dragged for me. I was tempted to try and go to the conference to see Tracey give her presentation but the cost of a ticket was astronomical. It made me feel proud of Tracey that she was well respected in her field that she had been chosen to give the keynote speech.
I knew she would be busy all day, so I pushed myself at the gym, had a good swim and a walk afterwards. I felt great afterwards, and I also had a warm feeling of expectation about what this evening held.
Tracey called me just after 4 pm. She sounded elated. Her talk had been well received by an audience that asked lots of detailed follow-up questions. She had aced them as well.
“The great thing is that one of the company vice presidents was in the audience and she saw me, that can only be good? And I just out-performed my boss, who is an asshole. He’s very good, a showman, but he gives the same speech every time, there is never anything new in what he has to say.” Tracey’s voice just exuded pride in what she had done.
“How about meeting up away from there, get away from the bubble?” I asked
Tracey was up for that so we agreed to meet at Tottenham Court Road, tube station. I told her which entrance I would meet her at.
Just over an hour later, I saw Tracey emerging through the barrier. She was dressed in a black trouser suit and just exuded confidence. I kissed her and complimented her on how good she looked. We kissed and hugged and made way for the busy commuters eager to start their journeys home.
“Where to then?” Tracey asked me
“I’m going to introduce you to my favourite whisky bar,” I said
“I don’t like whisky,” Tracey replied
“Wait until you try some of these,” I said, “these are Scottish malts, not the bourbon or ryes you are used to, I promise you. Give them a go, if you don’t like them, then we can move on.”