You have finally come to visit me, after months of chatting to each other online. You arrive at the house and knock on the door. I open it and there you are, finally. We just smile and you come in the house. I take your bag and show you to the spare room. I do not want any pressure to sleep with you. You just smile at me, a knowing smile. We chat about inane things - weather, your journey here. I suggest going for a walk for coffee, so we do. We are like teenagers, shy to touch each other, but our hands just find each other. We stroll down the town and sit outside with our drinks, talking as if we have known each other for years.
We slowly walk home, both beginning to feel some anticipation. I open the door of the house and we enter into the kitchen. I want to flirt with you, but there is no need. You just come close to me, cup my face in your hand and stroke my cheek with the flat of your thumb. I open my mouth a little in response. You dip your head towards mine and our lips meet. My hand goes to the back of your head to pull you closer. My mouth opens automatically for your tongue, which slips through my lips. Our tongues start to do their own little dance, exploring each others' mouths. My hand is flat on your chest, gently rubbing. Your hands move to my breasts and you can feel my smile. I take your hand and lead you to my bedroom. I stand there, watching you.
I slip my top off, showing you my bra- black lace, pushing my breasts upward. Your eyes are glazed. I rub the crotch of my jeans, just a little, trying to let you know that I want more, want this. I kick my shoes and socks off as you do the same. You quickly remove your shirt and unbutton the fly of your trousers. Then you walk toward me and unzip my trousers and pull them down, making sure that your hands rub my legs. I am now standing in my underwear.
"Take your trousers off", I whisper to you.
You nod and remove them. Your shorts are quickly gone, too, and I am on my knees, holding your cock, lovingly stroking it. I look up at you. You nod and I open my mouth and my lips engulf your throbbing cock.
"I want it all, fuck my mouth, please," I say quietly and you let me have my way for now.
I cup your balls as my mouth goes up and down on your cock. I lick the pre-cum as your hand goes onto my shoulders, holding me into your thighs, your crotch, your cock. Your cock feels incredible in my mouth - thick and hard. I use the flat of my tongue to lick your cock from the root to the tip. My hand is holding your cock out to me. I use the tip of my tongue to swirl round your cock head, side to side, teasing you.
Your hands are on my shoulders and I can feel you squeeze as I hit the right spots. I suck my cheeks together, to give your cock a tighter feeling. I pull away so your cock pops out of my mouth, making an obscene noise - POP. I quickly put you back in my mouth again and let my head bob up and down on your cock. I try to make you cum in my mouth, but you are having none of that. You always said that the first time we were together, we would both cum. Then you would lay claim to my ass..
You pull me up. You want my breasts. You do not take my bra off. Instead you put your hand inside the cup and take them out, caressing the nipples with your thumbs. Your head goes down and you start to suck at my nipples, pulling them with your teeth. It is sore, but not in a bad way. Your fingers gently rub the sensitive undersides of my breasts as your mouth sucks and kisses. I feel as if you are worshiping these orbs. I can feel my pussy getting heavy, my clit is throbbing with need. You do not stop. Your mouth stays on my nipples, your tongue circling each one as you tease me.
Your hand reaches for my belly and you caress me there. It then moves lower and lower. You lift the elastic of my panties and start to palm at my pussy. I am no longer bald. I have a smattering of hair. I am not going to have a full bush again, rather a landing strip or something trimmed.