Our First Real Encounter

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I texted you as I approached your address. Jeez, what am I doing here? This is this is crazy.

This is what I was thinking to myself. But before I could even finish that thought process. You return that text.

Doors unlocked, just let yourself in. What? Oh my god.

I don't know if I should be creeped out. I don't know if I should feel like a creep. I don't know if I'm in some kind of a mystery movie.

Or maybe this is some kind of joke. Here's what I do know. Although we've never met.

We've already met. We've spent countless, countless hours on the phone. Talking about things that we like.

You told me how much you enjoyed my stories. And we shared many. Intimately.

And over the past few months, I learned a lot about you. I learned what a beautiful person you are. I learned what a good person you are.

I also learned the things that turned you on. The things that got you off. How you like to use your favorite toy.

I learned how you prefer to orgasm. I learned about all the sexual acts and how you like them. But one thing, one thing we had never really discussed was this idea of this spontaneity.

Which was the situation that I seem to find myself in right now. But what wasn't surprising was our love of food. You enjoyed eating good food and I enjoyed cooking.

It's almost a strange turn on to me, but I love cooking for people. Maybe I'm a pleaser, I don't know. In any case, I rolled up to the complex.

Found a parking spot, turned off my car. Hesitantly approached the building. And walked up to your unit.

I remember swallowing and waiting. Should I text you back just to make sure? I don't know, something about just walking into a stranger's.

.. apartment just seems. ..

I don't know, maybe I should knock my hand. .. inches from the door.

I contemplated. Fucking Jeremy. I found myself placing my hand slowly on the door handle.

Pushing it forward and open. Hello? No, no, I needed to announce myself immediately even before I looked around.

Thank goodness. Thank goodness you responded quickly. I'm right over here! I took two steps forward.

Listening to the door close behind me with a creak, a snap. I was anything but relaxed. And in front of me.

.. the back. ..

of a beautiful woman. Seemingly sitting on the couch. From my vantage point, all I could see was that pretty hair.

I'd seen it before and. .. still just as pretty.

I could see your shoulders. I couldn't tell exactly what you were wearing but it looked like some. ..

type of a robe perhaps. I don't know. I stopped and paused.

Well, hello there! I'm Jeremy. I fully expected you to turn around and look at me.

Something. I'm feeling a bit nervous now. I was so horny earlier.

In fact, I'll admit I. .. I thoroughly, thoroughly considered.

.. jerking off. Before I even.

.. came over. But I didn't.

I didn't. Relax, you said. Come on over.

Oh boy. It took. ..

seven steps. Slowly. ..

making my way round. .. to the front of your couch.

Where you sat. You were shrunken in. ..

to the couch cushions. And as I. ..

peered somewhat in front of you. .. I watched you sit up.

Crossing your legs. I listened to my own footsteps which. ..

reminded me of a soft type of staccato. You saw me watching you. Looking at you sitting on the couch.

Perhaps nervously. You smiled at me. Such an inviting smile.

All I could do. .. was return that.

I thought I should start thinking about. .. what the next steps would be.

But. .. at this point.

.. I just let fate. ..

have its way. I moved towards you. My hand.

.. moving. ..

to your face. That pretty face I'd seen so many. ..

so many pictures of. I bent down. ..

naturally to kiss you. Moments later. ..

our tongues tangled up. I manipulated myself. Sitting right down on that couch.

My lips still pressed against yours. Bringing you closer to me. You could feel.

.. my right arm. ..

moving around your back. My left hand. ..

brushing aside. .. a thin.

.. silky. ..

pretty robe. Sliding that hand. ..

down. .. to cup your breasts.

You immediately. .. responded.

This was amazing. What am I doing here? I could feel your nipple.

.. tightening. ..

between my fingers as I felt. .. the pinch.

I could do this. .. just this all day.

And then. .. and then you broke our kiss.

You broke our kiss. .. and I felt you moving.

Slithering. .. almost off that couch.

Slowly. .. making it.

.. down. ..

off and onto the floor. And there you are. ..

on your knees. .. before me.

We had talked about this before. Yes, we had. But before I could even.

.. finish processing that memory. ..

I watched that robe. .. slipping off of you.

I watched. .. another pig smile.

.. followed by. ..

your teeth. .. biting the corner of your lip.

I swallowed without words. I was. ..

unbelievably turned on. I could have walked out right now. ..

gone down to my car. .. and just stroked my fucking cock.

.. thinking about just what had happened. ..

and been good with that. I watched. I watched.

.. you slide a hand. ..

right. .. between your legs.

Before I could even see where that hand. .. was going to end up.

.. I watched the other. ..

moving up your belly. .. towards that breast.

.. that I had just been toying with. I leaned back.

.. trying desperately. ..

to remain comfortable. I like to watch you play with yourself. You knew this.

We had talked about that. We had talked about it. ..

many times. It was hard. ..

to tell. .. from the shadow.

.. between your legs. ..

but it would appear. .. based on the sounds.

.. that you seemed a little wet. And I watched as your fingers.

.. moved around. ..

as if they were spreading. .. that wetness.

.. up and around your clit. I watched as your other hand.

.. continued. ..

tweaking and pulling that nipple. And I listened. ..

to your small moans. At the same time. ..

feeling my right hand. .. between my own legs.

Feeling. .. my cock.

.. rock hard. ..

in my jeans. I moaned right back. You moaned again.

Your head. .. tilted.

And then I watched. .. as you moved your hand.

.. to your other breasts. ..

and repeated those same. .. ministrations.

Right there. .. you.

.. like some kind of a. ..

porn ballerina. .. move.

.. backward. ..

laying down. .. your legs slowly.

.. opening. ..

and then. .. I see.

.. you sliding. ..

your little nub of a clit. .. using your middle.

.. and index fingers. You must have heard all the rustling.

.. from where I was. You must.

.. have noticed. ..

my eyes glued. .. to you.

I watched. .. like.

.. your hand. ..

moving. .. from your breasts.

.. to your other breasts. ..

slowly down. .. finding their way.

.. between your legs. ..

and I watched. .. as you.

.. used your fingers. ..

to spread. .. those lips.

.. exposing yourself. I considered.

.. unzipping these jeans. ..

right now. .. pulling out my cock.

.. and just standing over you. ..

and jerking off. .. until I came all over that pretty face of yours.

But I remained patient. .. with your other hand.

.. I watched. ..

you take a finger. .. circling your little opening.

.. slowly. ..

and I watched. .. as a single digit slipped.

.. inside of you. I could see.

.. your finger curling up. ..

like a hook. .. moving in and out.

.. and I watched. ..

I watched. .. as you lifted those hips.

.. in time. ..

meeting your own thrusts. .. as your eyes.

.. closed. ..

and a smile. .. big on your face.

I stood up. .. but you.

.. you didn't even bother to look. ..

because it seemed like you were so. .. focused on that sweet feeling.

.. of fucking yourself. The next thing that you felt.

.. were my hands. ..

pulling them away. You slowly opened. ..

your eyes. .. I had kneeled.

.. right there. ..

between your legs. .. while you were not paying attention.

I. .. unsnapped my jeans.

.. stood up momentarily. ..

wiggling out of them. .. my t-shirt still on.

.. kicking my shoes aside. ..

my cock. .. springing.

.. out of my underwear. Fuck.

.. I'm gonna do it. ..

I'm gonna just jerk off. .. all over you.

.. I thought to myself. ..

but then. .. I remembered.

.. some things we had talked about before. Instead.

.. I hooked both my arms. ..

underneath your knees. .. spreading your legs wider.

.. positioning you. ..

so that your. .. pretty ass.

.. was now resting. ..

on my. .. bent thighs.

I felt you trying. .. to wriggle.

.. but I wasn't going to let you. ..

escape my grasp. No. ..

You. .. whimpering.

.. causing my cock. ..

to twitch. I moved my hips. ..

sliding. .. myself.

.. right along. ..

that pretty. .. sensitized pussy of yours.

.. feeling you. ..

already wetting. .. my cock.

I. .. did this.

.. as much as I could. ..

up to the point. .. where I knew.

.. I could not take that. ..

any fucking. .. more.

You had said. .. something in some.

.. begging like voice. ..

but I. .. couldn't focus on that right now.

My cock. .. went.

.. went with your pussy. ..

me. .. between your legs.

I don't know what it was you said. .. but it sounded like something.

.. about need. ..

fill. .. and me.

I'm not even listening. I pulled back. ..

my death grip. .. seemingly.

.. inescapable. My right hand.

.. on my fucking cock. ..

now nudging. .. your opening.

.. with the tip. I bent over to your ear.

.. tell me what you want. I felt like a porn star.

.. teasing your little. ..

pussy with my cock. .. I whispered in your ear.

.. you met my challenge. ..

leaning against my face. .. biting my ear.

.. fuck me. ..

you whispered to me. .. as you tried to move your hips forward.

I leaned in again. .. I'm sorry.

.. I didn't hear what you had to say. Fuck me.

.. I heard you. You can do better than that.

We played this game. .. back and forth.

.. me teasing. ..

slipping the tip of my cock. .. just around your opening.

.. until you finally screamed. ..

fuck me. .. and after.

.. seemingly endless moments. ..

I moved. .. you sat up on your elbows.

.. watching. ..

as I slowly slipped my cock. .. inside of you.

.. seating myself. ..

deep, deep, deep. .. against and in you.

.. with one quick. ..

drive. .. I felt you shiver.

.. that. ..

that almost made me cum. .. and I had to put my hand.

.. against your belly. ..

no, no. .. I want this to last.

.. I waited. ..

I let that moment pass. .. before I began to move.

.. watching you. ..

sitting on your elbows. .. as I pulled.

.. almost all the way out. ..

moving my eyes. .. connecting with yours.

.. before pushing my cock again. ..

deep inside. .. of you.

.. fuck you. ..

so fucking tight. .. oh god.

.. and then. ..

without any kind of preamble. .. I felt my body.

.. naturally picking up the pace. ..

I felt myself. .. beginning to move.

.. more vigorously. ..

and I could feel you. .. trying to match my thrusts.

.. but. ..

I held you in my vice of a grip. .. I could hear your breath.

.. becoming short. ..

the only way I could describe. .. what I was doing.

.. is pounding into you. ..

enjoying. .. watching your breasts shake.

.. as I. ..

brutally forced myself. .. against the walls.

.. of your pussy. ..

and they rewarded my cock. .. by clenching and contracting.

.. against my fucking dick. ..