lonely_niceboy
Wanting connections
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This post is dedicated to Saaay_38 who believes I have a budding writer in me and requested that I write and post fantasy/story on the board. I hope you like the story! This story is 100% a fantasy product of my mind.
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It was like something straight out of one of those cheap, quick-buy romance novels on the Hudson News newsstand in the Port Authority Bus Terminal as you are hurrying, trying to catch the 9:15 pm bus back home to NJ after a day spent in NYC at work. Yes that is exactly how it felt. No, the relationship didn't feel cheap or trashy, but it did feel like being caught up in a whirlwind. Most people would think hurried would be be a bad thing, but he was learning that in life not everything is black and white and things are often nuanced. No, not bad at all--sometimes you need to hurry in order to catch that bus---the bus that you know will take you where you want to go--home.
He had met her 2 years ago--and she had changed his life. He was the consummate professional. Well liked at work, competent at his responsibilities, a good public speaker. His friends and family would never have guessed that inside he felt lonely. One day as he was busy working on papers at home he received an e-mail. She was intrigued by his posts and wanted to know more about him. It would be the beginning of something beautiful. They would chat almost every day and he slowly got to know her. It was strange yet beautiful how open the internet allowed two people to be with each other. He was sure that if he had met her in real life he would never have been able to get close to her—he might have been simply another guy looking at this incredible woman. And man—was she something else.
She had the ability to make him feel at ease, like no one else did. Right from the first day of contact—the initial pm contact on lit instead of being awkward was comfortable and joyful. That first night, even though they had just met, it felt as if they had known each other all their lives. They spent a wonderful 3 hours chatting on instant messenger. He was happy whenever he spoke to her. After 2 years of chatting and sharing with her, he felt in his heart that she was the girl who understood him—the ray of sunshine in his corner of the world. He would never forget the first night they decided to progress from chatting to talking on the phone and then eventually to skyping. With every step it seemed to him she was more and more beautiful. Not only because of her physical beauty but because of the mind and character he was discovering as he interacted with her. Someone who was so much like him yet different enough to pose a mystery—one he never got tired of trying to figure out and one she was determined to never let him solve so he could be hers forever. She knew she was not perfect, but she also knew she was perfect for him— in all their flawed humanity they were perfect for each other and that knowledge made her do everything to hold onto what she had with him. There was no way she would ever let him go willingly and no way she would ever allow another woman to take away what she knew to be hers. A woman didn’t always need to to have a man tell her that his heart belonged to her (although it was always nice, and he had told her a while back), rather as a woman she had an innate sense about these things and she knew long before he had ever confessed his feelings to her that he was hers, and that she had reeled in a good man—one that she would not let escape as some others had in previous romantic disappointments.
Like any relationship, as they became closer emotionally, they started to feel the need to connect physically as well. Their sex life though virtual had been tremendously gratifying. She enjoyed turning him on, and by now she knew exactly what buttons to press to drive him crazy with passion. He always found it amazing how she had this effect on him. It seemed no matter how many times they had shared erotic conversation, her spell on him never wore off. He had lost count of how many times he had stroked his cock reading her erotic words of teasing. She always loved it when he told her what he was doing and she would often type encouragement wanting him to cum. They were true cyber lovers in the full sense of the word—they both loved cyber and they were committed virtual lovers. Their cyber sessions never had the aura of creepiness around them because it was a true relationship—he had not cheated on her. For you see, to him she was more than just words on a screen, she was a person who had reached out to him, a woman who he could genuinely feel despite the distance. It was as if her hand reached out of the computer screen to fondle and stroke his raging cock and to touch his body all over. There were times when she liked to direct him and tell him exactly what to do and there were times when she was the one who enjoyed reading and getting off to an elaborate fantasy he would construct for the both of them. It was above all the power of two minds meeting and connecting.
The day they both decided to move from words on a screen to skype was a momentous occasion. Because he had gotten to know her first, he was sure he would be turned on by her no matter what she looked like, but he had never imagined she would turn out to be as beautiful as she was. Smooth, copper colored skin that contrasted in the most eye-pleasing way with his white skin, breasts that were full and nipples made for fondling and sucking, a tiny cute pooch belly that was the type he had always dreamed of kissing, an ample butt that made him get a raging hard-on every time she shook it deliciously on screen for him. A sweet, gentle face and a beautiful smile. An innocent face that could nevertheless find itself making the naughtiest of expressions in the heat of the moment, expressions reserved exclusively for their cyber lovemaking. She had beautiful eyes—the type that could look into your soul and make you melt with one look. Beautiful dark eyes with long lashes that communicated a lot with just one glance. She had long silky hair that he longed to caress and a full and meaty pussy that would often drip in the most needy way on webcam when she was aroused by him—a pussy that was just begging to be licked till the waves of satisfaction coursed all the way through her body. He loved watching her love juice slowly and gently drip down her pussy as they masturbated online with each other and for each other. During their virtual lovemaking sessions he often thought that it was a shame that the computer was unable to convey the sense of smell, for his love was so meticulously feminine that he was sure that if the sense of smell could have been transmitted virtually she would have smelled of the enchanting lotus blossoms of her native land mixed with a soft and seductive undernote of the tiny, bell-like lily of the valley, for she was the type to always wear fragrance. No, he had never imagined she would be so beautiful—he felt genuinely fortunate to be her lover. He had won the lottery. It didn’t matter that they had never touched each other. She was real enough to him and he wanted to be with her for a long time.
On the 2nd year anniversary of their meeting they met online and chatted for a long time. They remembered the good times they had spent together online sharing their souls with each other, laughing together, comforting each other when life had been cruel, and satisfying their sexual needs together. In short, they celebrated being in each other’s lives and taking care of each other as human beings. It was during this anniversary chat that she surprised him with a request---she wanted to—no she felt the need to—meet with him in real life. It was a heavy step to take. If they met in real life perhaps the magic bubble of their online relationship would burst? What if she didn’t like him? Would the whole dynamic of the relationship change? So many questions—so many fears and uncertainties. But one thing he knew—above all else he wanted to make her happy and he wanted to be with her. So against his generally shy nature he said yes—although only goodness knew where things would go from there..
They set a date for the next Sunday morning. They would meet at a restaurant both of them knew because they had both passed by it many times as they walked the streets of mid-town Manhattan—but curiously it was a restaurant they had both not dined in previously. Perhaps if things worked out this restaurant would become their spot?
It seemed as if the weekend would never come, but after a bruising week at work, Sunday morning had come faster than he would have thought possible. He was nervous—but he tried to push those feelings away and concentrate on shaving. Shaving-- that consummate male ritual, shaving correctly would make him start his morning feeling more confident and ready to conquer the world. He looked at the medicine cabinet in his bathroom---no, for today’s date no stupid drug store disposable razor would be enough. No, he needed his face to be super smooth. Today he would do it the way he had observed his father do it so many times when he was a child growing up. The old fashioned way, the time honored classic way—with a straight razor like the ones they used at the barber shop and with shaving cream he could whip up with his brush. He concentrated on the angle of approach of his straight razor to his face and smoothly glided the razor across his face. The sound that it made as it cut whiskers while sailing on waves of shaving cream reminded him that he was doing a good job. He finished the shave, rinsed his face and completed the ritual by splashing on lime scented after-shave on his face. He put on a semi casual shirt, a blazer and some dark jeans. They were meeting for Sunday brunch—so no need in going heavy with the male cologne. He settled on a soft aquatic scent suitable for the morning when one doesn’t want to be so inundated with an overpowering scent. He applied it around his neck area and went out the door ready to meet the woman who would be his destiny.
He arrived a few minutes early at the restaurant, as any man should. The restaurant was well lit but there were seats in the booths by the side that offered enough privacy for a Sunday morning date. The place had the comforting smells of breakfast—mostly toast, orange juice, chocolate coffee, blueberry muffins, he could smell eggs and he could hear the tinkling of glasses and plates as the wait staff contentedly yet hurriedly did their best to serve the first wave of Sunday morning breakfast goers. He looked at his watch. He hoped that if by chance she had changed her mind that she would send him a text letting him know. He went up to the entrance of the restaurant and put a coin in the newspaper vending machine. He lifted the lid of the machine and pulled out the Sunday NY Times. He took the first section, neatly folded it, so it wouldn’t take up too much space at the table and started to read the headlines in the front page. He put the rest of the paper was next to him on the seat. Although the newspaper was excellent, he found that he just couldn’t concentrate on the stories. Despite himself, he kept on looking up every few minutes to see if he could see his beloved. Every tinkle of the small entrance bell above the restaurant door made his heart jump—was that her? Was she entering the restaurant? I looked down at my watch to check the time and when I looked up she was smiling at me. How long had I been lost in thought?
We sat down and smiled at each other. We started to talk—mainly small talk to break the ice and then she reached out and touched my hand and said—don’t be nervous—we’ve known each other a long time. We started to speak of past experiences we had shared together as well as the latest on what had been going in our lives that week. She had an easy going manner about her and before long I had forgotten all about my initial nervousness and we were talking and laughing together the way long time friends would—which is exactly the way it should have been. The waiter came—I ordered some orange juice, a stack of buttermilk pancakes with a small side order of oatmeal, some fruit, and a lemon-poppy muffin. She also ordered some orange juice but was in the mood for an omelet with a side order of grits and some toast with jelly along with some yogurt and a blueberry muffin to finish up. Breakfast was not bad—it wasn’t the greatest I had ever had either. But what made it special was the fact that we were there face to face in person—sharing breakfast together.
As I was eating suddenly she surprised me. I looked up at her and her eyes twinkled mischievously. The table at the side booth had a table cloth on it. One of those plain white ones that was made out of thick cloth. She had reached out under the table with her foot and had massaged my leg—running her foot up and down my calf. She didn’t do it just once, she kept on doing it. Her degree of self -control was remarkable as it didn’t seem to an ordinary observer that she was doing anything untoward. I, on the other hand, was barely keeping it together with this teasing game of footsie. I think a part of her enjoyed watching me struggle a bit. I felt hot and I don’t know if my face was flushed or not. It was nerve wracking knowing we could get caught any minute, but a part of me also found it terribly exciting. One daring time she actually rubbed very near my crotch as I was sitting down. I noticed through the constant rubbing underneath the table that she had on a pair of smooth nylon tights. I wasn’t about to look underneath the table to find out what type they were, but knowing my sweetheart, it was probably the type that were black with beautiful but complex designs on them—very feminine. I could feel her silky smooth and sheen nylon stockinged foot glide effortlessly back and forth across my calf and thigh. When she was close to my crotch she would curl and uncurl her toes so as to tickle me in my most intimate region. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep this up--a gasp was about to escape from my mouth when she suddenly stopped and lowered her foot and slipped it back into her shoe under the table. We had both finished breakfast and therefore the unrelenting little game of footsie came to an end. She couldn’t help having a good natured laugh as she watched the relief etched on my face. She gave me a sly, mischievous smile, gave me a small kiss and then excused herself to go to the restroom for a minute. I used the temporary respite in activities to catch my breath and to pay for the meal during her absence. As she came back I gave her a kiss back and she put her arm in mine and said “walk me home”. I felt like a gentleman escorting her-- having her hold onto my arm as we exited the diner together.
Of course since this was the first time meeting outside of a computer chat, I actually didn’t know where to take her, but I was quite content to walk the streets with her by my side, to talk with her as we walked, to laugh and smile and look at her eyes. We walked for about 15 minutes from the restaurant but it seemed like only 5 minutes had passed because she was by my side. She led me gently until we reached the outside of what must have been the building she lived in. It was a typical manhattan high-rise. Not the type where the rich people and high society lived, but one where middle class people who had worked hard could afford to live if they had saved for a few years. The doorman greeted us politely and she told him—“I want you to meet my beau—you’ll be seeing him a lot of him from this point forward.” I was flattered and quite happy—that statement sure answered whether the dynamic between us would change. It was not except for the better. We took the elevator up to the 5th floor and her apartment where she promptly prepared some herbal tea for us both. It was the type of herbal tea that had tiny flowers floating in the tea and it was quite fragrant. It did not taste bad at all, but it was hard to describe it as tasting good because quite frankly it was very subtle and soft in its taste. You had to work hard to detect its flavor but once you found it, it was nice in its own understated way. I concluded that it was more aromatic than anything else, and I felt very sophisticated drinking this tea and talking with my sweetheart. Her face was absolutely beautiful and I was having a tough time focusing on what we were talking about, not because I was being rude but rather because I couldn’t believe how pretty she was. I felt lucky.
We played the couples version of the Ungame for a good hour and a half and had a great and interesting time doing it. We didn’t care about the game itself, we just had a wonderful time using the questions as jumping off points for further conversation. Afterwards we watched several Netflix movies and held hands or snuggled. It was a wonderful first date and at about 4 pm I felt it was time to be a true gentleman and excuse myself—after all I figured my sweet heart must have other things to do today and I didn’t want to push the envelope or appear impolite on a first date. As I was about to kiss her goodbye she turned it into a passionate kiss and told me—“Don’t go please, I want to make love to you today. Don’t you want me?”
“Well of course I do”, I replied,” it’s just that this is the first date and I thought that…”
She laughed in a gentle manner and gave a me a kiss “you know you really are silly—you know how many times you and I have made love to each other? I know your body and you know mine” I blushed a little at this, remembering how often I had stroked my cock for her—letting her watch and she had returned the favor by rubbing her pussy for me. “Yes it’s true” I replied, it’s just I thought that that had all happened online and now…” She interrupted me “let me stop you right there…even though our interaction was online—was it real or not?” “Of course it was real” I replied. “Then stop being dumb my love—we’ve already given our hearts to each other for the past 2 years and we’ve touched each other’s minds as well. All I want to do today is complete the circle” I was flabbergasted—I did believe we had just had our first in person argument!! LOL
We proceeded to the couch where we had been watching Netflix for most of the early afternoon and we proceeded to kiss each other passionately. They were kisses that were very hungry and full of fire. It was as if the dam had been given permission to burst. I kissed her neck, gently nibbled her ear, kissed her throat, her cheeks, her chin, her eyelids, the tip of her nose. She returned the passion and kissed my neck, from kissing my neck she transitioned to giving me a hickey—I could feel the erotic, pleasing, tingly feeling of the suction and I moaned a little. I held her close to me and slid my hand on her breast as I started to very softly massage and knead her breast. Now she was the one who gently moaned. She leaned back into the sofa so as to make it easier for me to massage her voluptuous breasts back and forth. They felt soft to the touch—inviting more play. I flicked her beautiful dark nipples rapidly yet gently with my little finger and then with my tongue. She held me close to her putting her hands on my neck and head pulling me to her breasts--while I sucked her breast. I could hear from her breathing that she was liking it very much. I wondered if she might like a hickey on her nipple. She let me suction it hard but it started to get uncomfortable for her—I could tell by her body language—and I eased off. She locked eyes with me and smiled. The she said “wait here and close your eyes.”
I waited in the sofa with my eyes closed, after a minute she was back and said “you can open your eyes now” I opened my eyes and there was my sweetheart with that same sexy smile on her face holding up a pair of black satin panties to my face. They were wet and heavily marked with her cum. “I want you to see how wet you made me at the restaurant.” She said in a low lusty whisper. “When I excused myself to go to the bathroom, I took these off in the ladies room and put them in a plastic sandwich bag I had in my purse. I knew I was going to tease you with these today.” She laughed playfully and then continued—she got close to me and whispered in my ear, “You know that means that when we were walking together to my home I was walking with you with my bare pussy exposed.” As usual she knew what buttons to push to get me going crazy… I reached with my hand and put 2 fingers in her pussy. It was warm and wet and gladly took my fingers in. I felt her pussy greedily suction those fingers once I had them in—refusing to let them back out of her completely. As I slowly fingered her she leaned over to be in front of me and held the panties up to me “smell these—I want you to sniff my womanly scent—smell how hot you made me” I got close to the panties she was holding up and took a deep breath. The panties smelled of her womanly essence—musky—somewhat spicy and extremely erotic. Their smell made my head swim from the tease and the sexual high. The female pheromones and copulins in the wet cum stains she had left in the panties for me entered my brain via my sense of smell and activated my brain. Before long my cock was raging hard—a throbbing erection. “My, my” she said “what an effect I seem to be having you….I love that you’re so naughty my love” she said. I told her I wanted to lick her pussy—“before you do that sweetie—give my cum one lick on this panty—I made them wet just for you—taste my cum on this panty just once as a preview of diving down on the real thing” She didn’t need to tell me twice. I reached out with my tongue to give her panty a lick right where the cum was—the cum she had left for me—but at the last minute she pulled it away playfully and laughed. She gave me a kiss and said “You make me so happy…” I kissed her back and then proceeded to lick her pussy.
Her pussy was warm, moist, and a pleasure to lick up and down softly. I made my tongue flat and wide and gently licked her outer lips up and down and then made my way inside to her inner. I gently licked her clitty. I told her “my love, caress my head and start to hum p my face if it starts to feel good” I started to tongue her and lick her in different patterns so she wouldn’t know what was coming next. Her moaning as I licked her made me crazy and only made me want to lick her pussy even more. I made my tongue pointy and gently penetrated her pussy with it. After a while my love started to slowly pump her hips—she was riding her pussy up and down my tongue as I was licking her—humping my face. I could feel her hold on to my head—gently caressing my hair with her hands. I loved her smell, her taste, being so close to her, it was not only incredibly hot, it was also incredibly intimate. A private sacred moment between me and her. As she started to pump her hips and ride my face faster, suddenly she shivered and I hurried to hold her in my arms as she rode the wave of her orgasm. I kissed her and told her she was my true love. She put her arms around my neck and I held her as she enjoyed the floaty feeling of her orgasm for a while. After a few minutes she said “reach into my purse.”
I bent down and reached into her purse –she said “look for a small black box in there.” I took out the black box and opened it. I could not believe what I was seeing and she must have seen the expression on my face and smiled. Inside the box was completely velvet—it reminded what the inside of musical instrument cases look like. Inside in pre-formed cavities were two stainless steel butt plugs. “One for me and one for you my love” she said playfully. They were silver, shiny, and had a very simple pointed design with a flared base. There was a faux jewel on the outside of the buttplug handle—a pink one for her and a blue one for mine. I said “baby this is nice but you know…Isnt this gay?” She rolled her eyes “how silly you are…let me ask you do you fantasize about being with men?” No I replied. “Have you ever looked at a man and desired him?” No baby, “Have you ever had an erotic dream and it was a man?” “no.” “Then youre not gay—you wearing a butt plug with me only means that you want to please me and that we will explore sex together as a couple.” Against my better judgment I agreed.
First she opened her legs and I lubed up the plug and her cute tiny ass. I felt I should prepare her butt by inserting my finger and I gently rubbed the outside of her ass in a circle, until it opened up by itself and took in my finger. After a while I felt that she might be ready for the plug and I started to insert it in her. She moaned, and for amonent I thought maybe I had hurt her inserting it, but she said “no my dear, I am ok—please continue.” Applying more lube I continued to push the plug in slowly until only the cap of the base with the jewel on it was visible form the outside. She then proceeded to lube me up and follow much the same procedure as she slowly inserted me. It felt a little strange—full—but not altogether unpleasant. After it was all the way in, with my blue faux jewel showing out of my ass (lol)—she kissed me passionately. “Thank you for doing this---it means a lot to me.” I kissed herbakc and nodded my head. She proceeded to masturbate me. “You made me cum honey, now I want you to cum for me” she said. Her touch was not like when I storked my cock when I felt alone. The grip was different—more delicate. The stroke was different too—but it was precious to me because it was my sweetheart who was jerking me off. “I want you to give me your sperm honey” The slow teasing feel was different from the gun grip and fast stroke I liked—but the slow jerk built up in a powerful way that the fast jerk I used when alone didn’t. Before I knew it I was pumping my hips involuntarily—thrusting my cock into her grip and moaning. Every time the tip of my cock would peek out above the tip of her grip she would give it a quick lick with the tip of her tongue. She was driving me crazy. Just when I wasn’t expecting it—she started to pump me faster and harder. “Shoot your sperm for me my love” she whispered lustily into my ear. If she kept this up I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. When she started to tickle my balls with her other hand as well as continue to pump me I lost it completely. “Oh honey—I feel it’s going to cum!!” “Yes my baby, do it—do it—cum for me!!” The tingle of electricity shot through my body in waves and my sperm ejaculated violently from the tip of my throbbing red penis. Certainly with a lot more force than it did when I masturbated alone. My cum was thicker as well. It shot out in a big arc and landed near my belly button. She kissed me. “Youre such a good boyfriend at having cum for me honey” she said. Then she took my cum and rubbed it all over her tits and then turned around and gave me a sexy booty dance as I lay on the couch.
She laughed and then lay right next to me. I put my arm around her and held her close. “You know, you have more cum to give me. It’s not nice to hold out on your girlfriend honey” she said. “What?? I just came for you my luv—I don’t have any left” I replied. “You are truly silly” she said “When I start to masturbate your ass with the butt plug you will see just how much cum you held out on me. It will start to just drip out of you. I know your body better than you know yourself my love. And I look forward to the anal orgasms you will give me in return when you fuck my ass. But all that will come later honey-- for now just hold me my love.” I kissed her passionately but with tenderness as well and held her to me. As I was slowly coming down from my orgasm I couldn’t believe I was holding this wonderful girl in my arms, and that fate had managed to bring us together. Although I had never closed my heart to her, I now felt that my heart was open a hundredfold to her—and I told her so. She smiled—“that makes me so happy my love. That is exactly why I knew that it would be safe for us to make love today—because you are honest about your feelings and don’t try to deny them. I precisely wanted us to bond closer emotionally today.” I looked at her eyes—“baby—we’re going to be together for a long time aren’t we?” She kissed me and said “yes, my love—yes we are—a long time. You better get used to the idea of talking out any problems we may have as a couple because I am not letting you go anywhere. I know enough about love to know that when you finally find something good—you don’t let it go.” I caressed her hair. I made a request—“baby, please give me a whole body hug.” She smiled—“you’re so cute my love” and gave me a kiss as she hugged me with her legs as well as putting an arm around me. With her head on my chest I put my arm around her and in this human pretzel I slowly started to drift off to sleep. This was the girl I had looked so long for, and I could feel my heart full of love. Yes this one was the one.
Just as I was about to close my eyes she whispered “rest well honey—because when we wake up we’re going for round 2!” I laughed, kissed her and then went to sleep.
It was the beginning of the rest of our lives…
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It was like something straight out of one of those cheap, quick-buy romance novels on the Hudson News newsstand in the Port Authority Bus Terminal as you are hurrying, trying to catch the 9:15 pm bus back home to NJ after a day spent in NYC at work. Yes that is exactly how it felt. No, the relationship didn't feel cheap or trashy, but it did feel like being caught up in a whirlwind. Most people would think hurried would be be a bad thing, but he was learning that in life not everything is black and white and things are often nuanced. No, not bad at all--sometimes you need to hurry in order to catch that bus---the bus that you know will take you where you want to go--home.
He had met her 2 years ago--and she had changed his life. He was the consummate professional. Well liked at work, competent at his responsibilities, a good public speaker. His friends and family would never have guessed that inside he felt lonely. One day as he was busy working on papers at home he received an e-mail. She was intrigued by his posts and wanted to know more about him. It would be the beginning of something beautiful. They would chat almost every day and he slowly got to know her. It was strange yet beautiful how open the internet allowed two people to be with each other. He was sure that if he had met her in real life he would never have been able to get close to her—he might have been simply another guy looking at this incredible woman. And man—was she something else.
She had the ability to make him feel at ease, like no one else did. Right from the first day of contact—the initial pm contact on lit instead of being awkward was comfortable and joyful. That first night, even though they had just met, it felt as if they had known each other all their lives. They spent a wonderful 3 hours chatting on instant messenger. He was happy whenever he spoke to her. After 2 years of chatting and sharing with her, he felt in his heart that she was the girl who understood him—the ray of sunshine in his corner of the world. He would never forget the first night they decided to progress from chatting to talking on the phone and then eventually to skyping. With every step it seemed to him she was more and more beautiful. Not only because of her physical beauty but because of the mind and character he was discovering as he interacted with her. Someone who was so much like him yet different enough to pose a mystery—one he never got tired of trying to figure out and one she was determined to never let him solve so he could be hers forever. She knew she was not perfect, but she also knew she was perfect for him— in all their flawed humanity they were perfect for each other and that knowledge made her do everything to hold onto what she had with him. There was no way she would ever let him go willingly and no way she would ever allow another woman to take away what she knew to be hers. A woman didn’t always need to to have a man tell her that his heart belonged to her (although it was always nice, and he had told her a while back), rather as a woman she had an innate sense about these things and she knew long before he had ever confessed his feelings to her that he was hers, and that she had reeled in a good man—one that she would not let escape as some others had in previous romantic disappointments.
Like any relationship, as they became closer emotionally, they started to feel the need to connect physically as well. Their sex life though virtual had been tremendously gratifying. She enjoyed turning him on, and by now she knew exactly what buttons to press to drive him crazy with passion. He always found it amazing how she had this effect on him. It seemed no matter how many times they had shared erotic conversation, her spell on him never wore off. He had lost count of how many times he had stroked his cock reading her erotic words of teasing. She always loved it when he told her what he was doing and she would often type encouragement wanting him to cum. They were true cyber lovers in the full sense of the word—they both loved cyber and they were committed virtual lovers. Their cyber sessions never had the aura of creepiness around them because it was a true relationship—he had not cheated on her. For you see, to him she was more than just words on a screen, she was a person who had reached out to him, a woman who he could genuinely feel despite the distance. It was as if her hand reached out of the computer screen to fondle and stroke his raging cock and to touch his body all over. There were times when she liked to direct him and tell him exactly what to do and there were times when she was the one who enjoyed reading and getting off to an elaborate fantasy he would construct for the both of them. It was above all the power of two minds meeting and connecting.
The day they both decided to move from words on a screen to skype was a momentous occasion. Because he had gotten to know her first, he was sure he would be turned on by her no matter what she looked like, but he had never imagined she would turn out to be as beautiful as she was. Smooth, copper colored skin that contrasted in the most eye-pleasing way with his white skin, breasts that were full and nipples made for fondling and sucking, a tiny cute pooch belly that was the type he had always dreamed of kissing, an ample butt that made him get a raging hard-on every time she shook it deliciously on screen for him. A sweet, gentle face and a beautiful smile. An innocent face that could nevertheless find itself making the naughtiest of expressions in the heat of the moment, expressions reserved exclusively for their cyber lovemaking. She had beautiful eyes—the type that could look into your soul and make you melt with one look. Beautiful dark eyes with long lashes that communicated a lot with just one glance. She had long silky hair that he longed to caress and a full and meaty pussy that would often drip in the most needy way on webcam when she was aroused by him—a pussy that was just begging to be licked till the waves of satisfaction coursed all the way through her body. He loved watching her love juice slowly and gently drip down her pussy as they masturbated online with each other and for each other. During their virtual lovemaking sessions he often thought that it was a shame that the computer was unable to convey the sense of smell, for his love was so meticulously feminine that he was sure that if the sense of smell could have been transmitted virtually she would have smelled of the enchanting lotus blossoms of her native land mixed with a soft and seductive undernote of the tiny, bell-like lily of the valley, for she was the type to always wear fragrance. No, he had never imagined she would be so beautiful—he felt genuinely fortunate to be her lover. He had won the lottery. It didn’t matter that they had never touched each other. She was real enough to him and he wanted to be with her for a long time.
On the 2nd year anniversary of their meeting they met online and chatted for a long time. They remembered the good times they had spent together online sharing their souls with each other, laughing together, comforting each other when life had been cruel, and satisfying their sexual needs together. In short, they celebrated being in each other’s lives and taking care of each other as human beings. It was during this anniversary chat that she surprised him with a request---she wanted to—no she felt the need to—meet with him in real life. It was a heavy step to take. If they met in real life perhaps the magic bubble of their online relationship would burst? What if she didn’t like him? Would the whole dynamic of the relationship change? So many questions—so many fears and uncertainties. But one thing he knew—above all else he wanted to make her happy and he wanted to be with her. So against his generally shy nature he said yes—although only goodness knew where things would go from there..
They set a date for the next Sunday morning. They would meet at a restaurant both of them knew because they had both passed by it many times as they walked the streets of mid-town Manhattan—but curiously it was a restaurant they had both not dined in previously. Perhaps if things worked out this restaurant would become their spot?
It seemed as if the weekend would never come, but after a bruising week at work, Sunday morning had come faster than he would have thought possible. He was nervous—but he tried to push those feelings away and concentrate on shaving. Shaving-- that consummate male ritual, shaving correctly would make him start his morning feeling more confident and ready to conquer the world. He looked at the medicine cabinet in his bathroom---no, for today’s date no stupid drug store disposable razor would be enough. No, he needed his face to be super smooth. Today he would do it the way he had observed his father do it so many times when he was a child growing up. The old fashioned way, the time honored classic way—with a straight razor like the ones they used at the barber shop and with shaving cream he could whip up with his brush. He concentrated on the angle of approach of his straight razor to his face and smoothly glided the razor across his face. The sound that it made as it cut whiskers while sailing on waves of shaving cream reminded him that he was doing a good job. He finished the shave, rinsed his face and completed the ritual by splashing on lime scented after-shave on his face. He put on a semi casual shirt, a blazer and some dark jeans. They were meeting for Sunday brunch—so no need in going heavy with the male cologne. He settled on a soft aquatic scent suitable for the morning when one doesn’t want to be so inundated with an overpowering scent. He applied it around his neck area and went out the door ready to meet the woman who would be his destiny.
He arrived a few minutes early at the restaurant, as any man should. The restaurant was well lit but there were seats in the booths by the side that offered enough privacy for a Sunday morning date. The place had the comforting smells of breakfast—mostly toast, orange juice, chocolate coffee, blueberry muffins, he could smell eggs and he could hear the tinkling of glasses and plates as the wait staff contentedly yet hurriedly did their best to serve the first wave of Sunday morning breakfast goers. He looked at his watch. He hoped that if by chance she had changed her mind that she would send him a text letting him know. He went up to the entrance of the restaurant and put a coin in the newspaper vending machine. He lifted the lid of the machine and pulled out the Sunday NY Times. He took the first section, neatly folded it, so it wouldn’t take up too much space at the table and started to read the headlines in the front page. He put the rest of the paper was next to him on the seat. Although the newspaper was excellent, he found that he just couldn’t concentrate on the stories. Despite himself, he kept on looking up every few minutes to see if he could see his beloved. Every tinkle of the small entrance bell above the restaurant door made his heart jump—was that her? Was she entering the restaurant? I looked down at my watch to check the time and when I looked up she was smiling at me. How long had I been lost in thought?
We sat down and smiled at each other. We started to talk—mainly small talk to break the ice and then she reached out and touched my hand and said—don’t be nervous—we’ve known each other a long time. We started to speak of past experiences we had shared together as well as the latest on what had been going in our lives that week. She had an easy going manner about her and before long I had forgotten all about my initial nervousness and we were talking and laughing together the way long time friends would—which is exactly the way it should have been. The waiter came—I ordered some orange juice, a stack of buttermilk pancakes with a small side order of oatmeal, some fruit, and a lemon-poppy muffin. She also ordered some orange juice but was in the mood for an omelet with a side order of grits and some toast with jelly along with some yogurt and a blueberry muffin to finish up. Breakfast was not bad—it wasn’t the greatest I had ever had either. But what made it special was the fact that we were there face to face in person—sharing breakfast together.
As I was eating suddenly she surprised me. I looked up at her and her eyes twinkled mischievously. The table at the side booth had a table cloth on it. One of those plain white ones that was made out of thick cloth. She had reached out under the table with her foot and had massaged my leg—running her foot up and down my calf. She didn’t do it just once, she kept on doing it. Her degree of self -control was remarkable as it didn’t seem to an ordinary observer that she was doing anything untoward. I, on the other hand, was barely keeping it together with this teasing game of footsie. I think a part of her enjoyed watching me struggle a bit. I felt hot and I don’t know if my face was flushed or not. It was nerve wracking knowing we could get caught any minute, but a part of me also found it terribly exciting. One daring time she actually rubbed very near my crotch as I was sitting down. I noticed through the constant rubbing underneath the table that she had on a pair of smooth nylon tights. I wasn’t about to look underneath the table to find out what type they were, but knowing my sweetheart, it was probably the type that were black with beautiful but complex designs on them—very feminine. I could feel her silky smooth and sheen nylon stockinged foot glide effortlessly back and forth across my calf and thigh. When she was close to my crotch she would curl and uncurl her toes so as to tickle me in my most intimate region. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep this up--a gasp was about to escape from my mouth when she suddenly stopped and lowered her foot and slipped it back into her shoe under the table. We had both finished breakfast and therefore the unrelenting little game of footsie came to an end. She couldn’t help having a good natured laugh as she watched the relief etched on my face. She gave me a sly, mischievous smile, gave me a small kiss and then excused herself to go to the restroom for a minute. I used the temporary respite in activities to catch my breath and to pay for the meal during her absence. As she came back I gave her a kiss back and she put her arm in mine and said “walk me home”. I felt like a gentleman escorting her-- having her hold onto my arm as we exited the diner together.
Of course since this was the first time meeting outside of a computer chat, I actually didn’t know where to take her, but I was quite content to walk the streets with her by my side, to talk with her as we walked, to laugh and smile and look at her eyes. We walked for about 15 minutes from the restaurant but it seemed like only 5 minutes had passed because she was by my side. She led me gently until we reached the outside of what must have been the building she lived in. It was a typical manhattan high-rise. Not the type where the rich people and high society lived, but one where middle class people who had worked hard could afford to live if they had saved for a few years. The doorman greeted us politely and she told him—“I want you to meet my beau—you’ll be seeing him a lot of him from this point forward.” I was flattered and quite happy—that statement sure answered whether the dynamic between us would change. It was not except for the better. We took the elevator up to the 5th floor and her apartment where she promptly prepared some herbal tea for us both. It was the type of herbal tea that had tiny flowers floating in the tea and it was quite fragrant. It did not taste bad at all, but it was hard to describe it as tasting good because quite frankly it was very subtle and soft in its taste. You had to work hard to detect its flavor but once you found it, it was nice in its own understated way. I concluded that it was more aromatic than anything else, and I felt very sophisticated drinking this tea and talking with my sweetheart. Her face was absolutely beautiful and I was having a tough time focusing on what we were talking about, not because I was being rude but rather because I couldn’t believe how pretty she was. I felt lucky.
We played the couples version of the Ungame for a good hour and a half and had a great and interesting time doing it. We didn’t care about the game itself, we just had a wonderful time using the questions as jumping off points for further conversation. Afterwards we watched several Netflix movies and held hands or snuggled. It was a wonderful first date and at about 4 pm I felt it was time to be a true gentleman and excuse myself—after all I figured my sweet heart must have other things to do today and I didn’t want to push the envelope or appear impolite on a first date. As I was about to kiss her goodbye she turned it into a passionate kiss and told me—“Don’t go please, I want to make love to you today. Don’t you want me?”
“Well of course I do”, I replied,” it’s just that this is the first date and I thought that…”
She laughed in a gentle manner and gave a me a kiss “you know you really are silly—you know how many times you and I have made love to each other? I know your body and you know mine” I blushed a little at this, remembering how often I had stroked my cock for her—letting her watch and she had returned the favor by rubbing her pussy for me. “Yes it’s true” I replied, it’s just I thought that that had all happened online and now…” She interrupted me “let me stop you right there…even though our interaction was online—was it real or not?” “Of course it was real” I replied. “Then stop being dumb my love—we’ve already given our hearts to each other for the past 2 years and we’ve touched each other’s minds as well. All I want to do today is complete the circle” I was flabbergasted—I did believe we had just had our first in person argument!! LOL
We proceeded to the couch where we had been watching Netflix for most of the early afternoon and we proceeded to kiss each other passionately. They were kisses that were very hungry and full of fire. It was as if the dam had been given permission to burst. I kissed her neck, gently nibbled her ear, kissed her throat, her cheeks, her chin, her eyelids, the tip of her nose. She returned the passion and kissed my neck, from kissing my neck she transitioned to giving me a hickey—I could feel the erotic, pleasing, tingly feeling of the suction and I moaned a little. I held her close to me and slid my hand on her breast as I started to very softly massage and knead her breast. Now she was the one who gently moaned. She leaned back into the sofa so as to make it easier for me to massage her voluptuous breasts back and forth. They felt soft to the touch—inviting more play. I flicked her beautiful dark nipples rapidly yet gently with my little finger and then with my tongue. She held me close to her putting her hands on my neck and head pulling me to her breasts--while I sucked her breast. I could hear from her breathing that she was liking it very much. I wondered if she might like a hickey on her nipple. She let me suction it hard but it started to get uncomfortable for her—I could tell by her body language—and I eased off. She locked eyes with me and smiled. The she said “wait here and close your eyes.”
I waited in the sofa with my eyes closed, after a minute she was back and said “you can open your eyes now” I opened my eyes and there was my sweetheart with that same sexy smile on her face holding up a pair of black satin panties to my face. They were wet and heavily marked with her cum. “I want you to see how wet you made me at the restaurant.” She said in a low lusty whisper. “When I excused myself to go to the bathroom, I took these off in the ladies room and put them in a plastic sandwich bag I had in my purse. I knew I was going to tease you with these today.” She laughed playfully and then continued—she got close to me and whispered in my ear, “You know that means that when we were walking together to my home I was walking with you with my bare pussy exposed.” As usual she knew what buttons to push to get me going crazy… I reached with my hand and put 2 fingers in her pussy. It was warm and wet and gladly took my fingers in. I felt her pussy greedily suction those fingers once I had them in—refusing to let them back out of her completely. As I slowly fingered her she leaned over to be in front of me and held the panties up to me “smell these—I want you to sniff my womanly scent—smell how hot you made me” I got close to the panties she was holding up and took a deep breath. The panties smelled of her womanly essence—musky—somewhat spicy and extremely erotic. Their smell made my head swim from the tease and the sexual high. The female pheromones and copulins in the wet cum stains she had left in the panties for me entered my brain via my sense of smell and activated my brain. Before long my cock was raging hard—a throbbing erection. “My, my” she said “what an effect I seem to be having you….I love that you’re so naughty my love” she said. I told her I wanted to lick her pussy—“before you do that sweetie—give my cum one lick on this panty—I made them wet just for you—taste my cum on this panty just once as a preview of diving down on the real thing” She didn’t need to tell me twice. I reached out with my tongue to give her panty a lick right where the cum was—the cum she had left for me—but at the last minute she pulled it away playfully and laughed. She gave me a kiss and said “You make me so happy…” I kissed her back and then proceeded to lick her pussy.
Her pussy was warm, moist, and a pleasure to lick up and down softly. I made my tongue flat and wide and gently licked her outer lips up and down and then made my way inside to her inner. I gently licked her clitty. I told her “my love, caress my head and start to hum p my face if it starts to feel good” I started to tongue her and lick her in different patterns so she wouldn’t know what was coming next. Her moaning as I licked her made me crazy and only made me want to lick her pussy even more. I made my tongue pointy and gently penetrated her pussy with it. After a while my love started to slowly pump her hips—she was riding her pussy up and down my tongue as I was licking her—humping my face. I could feel her hold on to my head—gently caressing my hair with her hands. I loved her smell, her taste, being so close to her, it was not only incredibly hot, it was also incredibly intimate. A private sacred moment between me and her. As she started to pump her hips and ride my face faster, suddenly she shivered and I hurried to hold her in my arms as she rode the wave of her orgasm. I kissed her and told her she was my true love. She put her arms around my neck and I held her as she enjoyed the floaty feeling of her orgasm for a while. After a few minutes she said “reach into my purse.”
I bent down and reached into her purse –she said “look for a small black box in there.” I took out the black box and opened it. I could not believe what I was seeing and she must have seen the expression on my face and smiled. Inside the box was completely velvet—it reminded what the inside of musical instrument cases look like. Inside in pre-formed cavities were two stainless steel butt plugs. “One for me and one for you my love” she said playfully. They were silver, shiny, and had a very simple pointed design with a flared base. There was a faux jewel on the outside of the buttplug handle—a pink one for her and a blue one for mine. I said “baby this is nice but you know…Isnt this gay?” She rolled her eyes “how silly you are…let me ask you do you fantasize about being with men?” No I replied. “Have you ever looked at a man and desired him?” No baby, “Have you ever had an erotic dream and it was a man?” “no.” “Then youre not gay—you wearing a butt plug with me only means that you want to please me and that we will explore sex together as a couple.” Against my better judgment I agreed.
First she opened her legs and I lubed up the plug and her cute tiny ass. I felt I should prepare her butt by inserting my finger and I gently rubbed the outside of her ass in a circle, until it opened up by itself and took in my finger. After a while I felt that she might be ready for the plug and I started to insert it in her. She moaned, and for amonent I thought maybe I had hurt her inserting it, but she said “no my dear, I am ok—please continue.” Applying more lube I continued to push the plug in slowly until only the cap of the base with the jewel on it was visible form the outside. She then proceeded to lube me up and follow much the same procedure as she slowly inserted me. It felt a little strange—full—but not altogether unpleasant. After it was all the way in, with my blue faux jewel showing out of my ass (lol)—she kissed me passionately. “Thank you for doing this---it means a lot to me.” I kissed herbakc and nodded my head. She proceeded to masturbate me. “You made me cum honey, now I want you to cum for me” she said. Her touch was not like when I storked my cock when I felt alone. The grip was different—more delicate. The stroke was different too—but it was precious to me because it was my sweetheart who was jerking me off. “I want you to give me your sperm honey” The slow teasing feel was different from the gun grip and fast stroke I liked—but the slow jerk built up in a powerful way that the fast jerk I used when alone didn’t. Before I knew it I was pumping my hips involuntarily—thrusting my cock into her grip and moaning. Every time the tip of my cock would peek out above the tip of her grip she would give it a quick lick with the tip of her tongue. She was driving me crazy. Just when I wasn’t expecting it—she started to pump me faster and harder. “Shoot your sperm for me my love” she whispered lustily into my ear. If she kept this up I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. When she started to tickle my balls with her other hand as well as continue to pump me I lost it completely. “Oh honey—I feel it’s going to cum!!” “Yes my baby, do it—do it—cum for me!!” The tingle of electricity shot through my body in waves and my sperm ejaculated violently from the tip of my throbbing red penis. Certainly with a lot more force than it did when I masturbated alone. My cum was thicker as well. It shot out in a big arc and landed near my belly button. She kissed me. “Youre such a good boyfriend at having cum for me honey” she said. Then she took my cum and rubbed it all over her tits and then turned around and gave me a sexy booty dance as I lay on the couch.
She laughed and then lay right next to me. I put my arm around her and held her close. “You know, you have more cum to give me. It’s not nice to hold out on your girlfriend honey” she said. “What?? I just came for you my luv—I don’t have any left” I replied. “You are truly silly” she said “When I start to masturbate your ass with the butt plug you will see just how much cum you held out on me. It will start to just drip out of you. I know your body better than you know yourself my love. And I look forward to the anal orgasms you will give me in return when you fuck my ass. But all that will come later honey-- for now just hold me my love.” I kissed her passionately but with tenderness as well and held her to me. As I was slowly coming down from my orgasm I couldn’t believe I was holding this wonderful girl in my arms, and that fate had managed to bring us together. Although I had never closed my heart to her, I now felt that my heart was open a hundredfold to her—and I told her so. She smiled—“that makes me so happy my love. That is exactly why I knew that it would be safe for us to make love today—because you are honest about your feelings and don’t try to deny them. I precisely wanted us to bond closer emotionally today.” I looked at her eyes—“baby—we’re going to be together for a long time aren’t we?” She kissed me and said “yes, my love—yes we are—a long time. You better get used to the idea of talking out any problems we may have as a couple because I am not letting you go anywhere. I know enough about love to know that when you finally find something good—you don’t let it go.” I caressed her hair. I made a request—“baby, please give me a whole body hug.” She smiled—“you’re so cute my love” and gave me a kiss as she hugged me with her legs as well as putting an arm around me. With her head on my chest I put my arm around her and in this human pretzel I slowly started to drift off to sleep. This was the girl I had looked so long for, and I could feel my heart full of love. Yes this one was the one.
Just as I was about to close my eyes she whispered “rest well honey—because when we wake up we’re going for round 2!” I laughed, kissed her and then went to sleep.
It was the beginning of the rest of our lives…
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