Meeting You
by Jonathan Quince
Friday, April 9, 2004 17:47:02
My cell phone snaps shut with a decisive click as I hang up. Standing outside the room where you have been awaiting my arrival, I have just confirmed your compliance with the arrangements I have dictated to you. I count slowly to thirty, giving you time to get into position; then without further hesitation, I open the door in one swift, quiet motion and step into the room where you have prepared for my arrival.
Upon entering the room, I am greeted a pleasant sight. Per my instructions, you are kneeling on the bed, legs slightly spread. Blindfolded, wearing only a baggy T-shirt, you silently await my touch.
Without a word, I walk over to you. Sliding my hands along the T-shirt beneath which your nakedness awaits me, I fondle your body, feel your curves, draw my fingers over your already-hardening nipples. I enjoy how you shiver at my touch; I know that you are shy, nervous, and your bashful modesty only increases my hunger to take you and make your acquaintance in the most wanton and incongruous way possible.
Letting the nervous tension torture you, I slowly raise the T-shirt over your head, taking care not to disturb your blindfold. Your breasts bounce free; the light plays off your skin as I drink in the sight of your nakedness. I hear the sharp intake of your breath as the sound of my zipper and belt buckle tell you what is to come.
Sliding carefully between your legs so you are now kneeling over me, I take you into my lap. We are now sitting face to face. My cock is hard from the anticipation, and a drop of precum glistens at its tip; taking it in my hand, I rub it up and down your slit, prolonging the agony for a few final moments before sliding it into you.
You have never seen me face-to-face. Though we have spent long hours talking on the Net and on the phone, the physical world considers us perfect strangers. Blindfolded as you are, even now you cannot see me. But my cock is inside of you, penetrating your most intimate depths. It is the handshake of deviants, lovers of the most carnal order. Your pussy responds in kind, grabbing me with its slick tightness, begging with its wetness and its heat for me to ravish it, divide it and fill it.
Running one hand around your ass, I pull your hips to mine, then rock you back and forth, slowly grinding into you. My other hand is exploring your body: Running up and down your soft curves, tweaking your nipples, tracing up and down your spine. My face is only inches from yours; I can feel your breath on my lips, coming forth in short, sharp gasps.
I run my hand behind the back of your head; gently massaging the back of your neck, I slowly but firmly pull your head towards mine. Our chests brush together, skin touching skin as my bare cock probes the depths of your bare cunt. My lips find yours, and your mouth opens submissively, yearningly. And at long last, we kiss.
It is a kiss of passion, a kiss of joy. It is a kiss that communicates the laughter and the tears of our long yearnings for each other. My tongue dances with yours, speaking without words a message too sacred to be voiced aloud. Joined now at the mouth as we are joined between our legs, with our chests pressed ardently together in a crushing embrace, our flesh melds as we unite in that carnal togetherness that reaches beyond the body and into the realm of the spirit.
I take a few minutes to enjoy the steady rhythm of the slow, grinding fuck; my enjoyment is magnified by prolonging the wait while reveling in the feel of you, letting the tension build as our sexual energy builds towards climax. Yet at long last, the teasing game is too much even for me. I need to see you, to look into the windows of your eyes.
Holding the side of your head, sliding my thumb up your cheek in a gentle caress, I slowly raise the blindfold and cast it aside. Your breath catches as suddenly, you are pulled forth from darkness to look into my steady gaze.
Finally, the wait is over.
“Pleased to meet you,” I say with mock seriousness. Your only response is a moan, a soft sound I cut short with a passionate kiss.
And suddenly, we lose all pretense at patience. Grabbing you bodily, I fuck you furiously, pounding you as if I would tear you to pieces and devour you. I feel your pussy spasm, gripping my cock, as my cock grows hard enough to burst and pumps streams of hot cum deep inside of you.
As I lie back with you, cradling you in my arms, we float together on the idyllic giddiness and heady peace of our mutual orgasm. Looking deep into your eyes, taking your mouth firmly with mine, we can begin to converse between kisses.