Miles seperated us for too long. Too many phone conversations, too many reasons not to meet each other. But not the fear of meeting. This is what drove us to continue in the hope that this day would finally come. I've done this too many times in my thoughts and dreams. Every bump in the road seems like an old friend. I wonder what you're feeling as the seperation of miles shortens by the minute. Are you anticipating me as much as I am you?
"Silly questions for a grown man to ask!" I say to myself.
I should pick up the cell phone and check in with you to see how far you are from our meeting spot and then calculate how long it will be before we are entwined in a long awaited embrace. How will you feel next to me when I hold you close. How will your lips taste when I kiss them. The feel of our tongues entangling into each other. Slow passionatle movements. So many hours talking about the very moment we touch. Our senses taking everything in and our minds registering each new movement together for posterity.
I've wondered for months , how, why, did we find each other, and where would it go. All those answer s are minutes from being answered as I race through the early morning, honing in on you. The mile marker says that I'm 10 miles from where I need to be. I begin to wonder what you will think when you see me? We've exchanged pictures and the conversations continued. I spent hours looking at you on my monitor. But it's nothing like seeing, touching, kissing, and feeling you for real. I haven't felt like this since I was a kid. There's a twitter in the pit of stomach.
"Jesus, you need to calm down! What are you, twelve?"
I exit the interstate and can see the hotel from the bottom of the ramp. I turn the rented car into the drive way and pull up to the lobby to register. I see you standing off to the right. You seem to sense me rather than see me. I pull up to the front of the lobby and get out. You seem to be staring past me, towards the road I just left. Your head turns slightly toward me, and our eyes lock. We stare at each other for seconds, although it seems like hours. You slowly start to smile as you realize that, yes, it is me! Finally, it is me! I'm staring at you, more beautiful and exciting than any picture you sent me, I can't get my feet to move
"Get her, stupid! Go get her, it's her! Move! Asshole, don't let her think you're a retard! Not now! Smile, move, and go get her! " my brain screams.
You know it's me and your smile assures me you're not about to turn and run. You open your arms and move toward me. I finally get my feet unglued from the cobblestones and I move around the car to meet you. I reach for you and pull you towards me. I hug you like I've known you my whole life. My nose is buried in your hair and I get my first smell of you. You return the hug, but what I feel from you is the completion of the circuit. We've never touched each other and yet, you tell me with your body, I'm here for us, finally. I'm safe with you. I know you.
We break the embrace and I reach to move the hair from around your face. The breeze is trying to prevent me from looking into your eyes and seeing an old friend and future lover. Your face is beaming! I cup your cheeks in my hands and bend my neck down to kiss you. You meet me half way and our lips slowly touch each other. Our kiss deepens and I feel your teeth nibble on my lower lip. I push my tongue into your mouth, slowly but forcefully,and you accept it, just like you've always accepted me for what I was. I hold you closer as our kiss deepens. I almost forget where I am for a second. Your holding on to me as if we've made love hundreds of times.
We break the embrace and I look at you again.
"I have to check in, do you want to come in with me?"
"Yes." You reply.
We walk into the lobby and get that process started and finshed. The clerk gives my keys and wishes me a good day. He has no idea how good the next two days are going to be. I ask you to wait in the lobby as I go park the car and get my bag. You say that you'll go with me so I can park next to you and you can get your bag too. I hold open the passenger door open for you and then walk around to the driver's side to get in. I close the door and start to move the stick into drive, you lean over and kiss me, so slightly, on my cheek.
"I'm so glad you're here! I've waited a long time for this." You whisper in my ear.
I pull the car down the driveway and you show me where you've parked and I pull up next to your car. I throw my bag on my shoulder and I pull your bag on it's wheels. We go back through the lobby and into the elevator. "Twelve." I say. You push the floor and kind of lean against me as the floor lights dance across the top of the door.
The door opens and we walk down the hall to the room. I'm getting that flutter in my stomach again. You seem to sense it and reach into my pocket to retrieve the room cardkey. You open the door for me and we end up in middle of the room, alone, finally , at last.
We grab for each other again, this time in earnest. I smell your scent again, it was worth the wait, I hear myself think. I back you up to the foot of the king sized bed and tilt you onto it. I lay next to you and touch your face with my fingers. You do the same to me.
"Why did this take so long?" you ask me.
"I guess we had other things to take care of first." I say back to you.
My hand moves from your face to your neck and then to your shoulder, pushing aside your pretty blue blouse that you probably spent an hour pressing for me. I open the second button and then the third. The collar is now over your shoulder. I kiss and nip the exposed part of your skin. Form your shoulder to your neck and ear. My hand is moving down to your breasts and I begin to fondle them through your very sexy lace bra. I hear your first moan, and it acts like a green light for me to continue further. I feel your hand move down my side and find my belt. You follow my belt to it's buckle and you yank on it. I'm impressed with the "one tug and open" move. Not to be undone I open the last two buttons on your blouse and I let my hand slide up and around your silky skin to the clasp that holds your beautiful breast encased in lace. I find the target and in one swift and practiced move I unhook the back of you bra and slide the strap and sleeve over your arm until they're both off. I gently cup your one breast in my hand and, ever slowly run my index finger over your nipple, which responds instantly. Another moan escapes your mouth. Our eyes are locked onto each other's. I kiss your nipple gently and then a slight little nibble to let you know I'm here. You have my zipper open and your hand is probing the growing lump in my groin area. I come back up to your face and kiss you again. It's a long, soft kiss. Our tongues are now old friends. They dance together in a practiced movement.
"How many times have I done this to you in my thoughts and dreams" I ask you.
"Not as many times as I've done this to you in mine." You answer.
I finish taking your blouse and bra off and then unbutton your jeans and pull them down over your legs. Your panties are stunningly pretty, against your skin. I move to the foot of the bed and pull you down with me. I stand up and rest your feet on my chest and I pull them up over your feet. I kneel down and put your knees over my shoulders. I begin to very lightly run my nose and lips over your sculptured pubic mound. Again, you smell devastatingly sexy. The musk of your pussy is tantalizing. I slowly lower my head until I feel your pussy lips touch mine. I explore you with my tongue, lightly touching everything it comes into contact with. You begin to move and undulate under the assault. I hear you moan and talk to me.
"Oh!" "Yes sweety, right there!" I hear you beg.
Long moans interspersed with begging to linger in a certain spot continue for minutes. I've waited too long for this to be anything but sensual torture for you. I've spent the last few moments just hovering over your clit, barely touching it, blowing warm breath on it, and then I move on. I sense your frustration as I move on to another part of your now soaking pussy. Your angry moans tell me I'm taking you exactly where you wanted me too from the beginning. I finally, earnestly, begin to assault your clit. Moving my tongue up and down around and to the sides. Never losing contact with your clit but distributing the pressure of my tongue around the area of it. Your moans are now continuous, and so is your begging for me to make you cum. I'm thinking to myself, "A few more minutes". I circle your clit with my tongue, clockwise and then counter. Up and down. Each pass with just a slight increase in pressure. Faster and faster. I feel the tension in your body as it prepares to cum. I stop licking you and pull back. Your hips follow me as if magnetized to my tongue. Without a warning I dive back in and feel your body, which had now started to relax, tense up again. I do this several times, bringing you to the verge and then back off the edge of the cliff. After an eterninty of teasing/torturing you, you reach for my head and grab a handful of hair in both hands and pull me down onto your clit.
"Lick me you fuck!" you say through clenched teeth. "Lick me until I cum!"
I do what I'm told and in a matter of seconds I look up and see your head flailing from side to side. I feel the warmness of your juices and taste a slight change in flavor. You call my name as your body locks up in the final spasm before you let loose your orgasm. Your moan is the sexiest sound I've heard live and in color. You thrash about on the bed. Every chance I get, and when it's within reach, I touch your clit with my tongue. Each time a jolt of electricity shoots through your body. I stop for a few seconds and then I go in again. At first you tell me, "No, I can't, you have to stop now." But I don't, I never do. Not in my dreams and not now. I'm very gentle at first, but soon, the attack on your clit resumes and your body gives notice that a second orgasm is now forming over the field and coming in for a landing. Once again you lock up and your orgasm takes control of you. Not as strong as the first one but longer in duration. I wait for you to calm down and start in again. And , once again, you tell me,
"No please, I can't....i ..." and my tongue touches you once again, " Oh God! Jesus, it feels so good, yes please, yes, make me cum again." And again, I do as I'm told. I lost track, was it three, four, or five times? As Dirty Harry once said, "In all the excitement I kinda lost track myself. So you have to ask yourself.....". I laugh at myself for using that movie quote. I kneel up and watch you gather your wits. I lay down next to you and you touch my face. Your green eyes lock onto mine once again and you tell me.
"Now, dear man, it's my turn" I cringe at the thought of being paid back.
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