The First Meet 2

April 25

Spending weeks planning the first meet, what to do and where to go, the atmosphere was electric, the nerves were higher than ever before. Coffee, chatting, exploring the local sights, chilled and much needed.

Countless teasing, toying, winding up and wishing had led to this day, nothing was to happen was the agreed rule. Or so I had thought.

Picking you up at 10am was the very first step, and at exactly 10am I knocked at your door 3 times, rushed, excited, looking forward to what was to come.

The door opened fully, you stood there with your arm up leaning against the frame. My jaw dropped. Eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Fully expecting you dressed and ready to go for our day however what I was met with was far far from that.

A red lingerie set, perfectly highlighting every curve, barely holding your tits up, lacy, racy, crotchless, you're stood there in all of your stunning glory. Curled hair, glasses shimmering in the light, seductively biting your lip ...

A moment passes that feels like an age, seconds felt like hours ... "I guess this counts as exploring a local sight" I chuckle, as I step inside with purpose, placing one hand around your throat, kicking the door closed with the back of my foot. Our mouths wrestling with each kiss, passionate, hungry, wanting to be touched.

Pressing you tight against a wall, I ravage your neck, biting, kissing, moving around your shoulders, cheeks, maintaining my hand around your throat. My other hand helping myself to your body, popping your tits out of the lace barely holding them up.

Immediately latching my mouth around your nipples I'm gently kissing, sucking, taking a cheeky nibble. Hearing your exhale a moan with every single touch, every single kiss. You push me back, take my hand and lead me into the bedroom, facing me, your entire outfit just falls from you body, like a feather falling to the floor.

Before you can even think I've pushed you straight onto your back, your body collapsing with excitement of what may come next. I drag your body to the end of the bed, drop to my knees and dive my mouth, my tongue, all over your now dripping wet pussy. Wrapping your thighs around my shoulders I devour my meal. Soaking my face, my beard glistening in your presence. Sucking at your clit hard, tongue flicking so fast and hard you don't even know to cope. It's far far too much for you, but in a good way. The build up of the last few weeks has made you desperate. A mess. The desire and urgency to just cum and again was coming true.

You just couldn't wait, your legs were already tingling, pussy twitching, hands gripping the sheets like never before. Your body all over the place, falling apart.

"Oh my God I'm gonna cum"

It was loud, very loud. Over and over, each moan was powerful, booming, convulsing body, pussy grinding across my face with each moan. You were lifeless, drained, but what you said next I couldn't resist.

"Fuck me now and fuck me hard, use my fucking body"

The bed, in the shower, on the sofa, against a wall, on the kitchen side, back to the bed.

We spent the entire day fucking. Filling you. Covering you. Treating you like a toy, a piece of meat, to rag around and do as I please with. You were the local sight. And I had the very best day exploring you. Same time next week?

Yes.