I stared at the chunks of nail I bit into nervously waiting for his arrival. The rest of the visitors walked through the door, yet I caught no sight of K. My heart drained to my feet, and the butterflies circled around my tummy causing all kinds of noises in my stomach. I plonked on a plastic chair in half a sexual daze. My right leg rested over my left knee, and my agitated leg almost flicked off my shoe. My over anxious mind wondered, What if he doesn’t like me. What if he’s not everything he expects me to be?
“Helen,” he shouted. “I’m so sorry,” and he walked toward me with open arms and two heavy bags in each arm. His welcoming arms made me want to sink into them almost immediately. After twelve months of talking over the internet and having amazing Skype sex, our first meet endured, and I smiled slightly, not curving my lips fully like normal. I liked what I saw. His caring eyes now stared at me, and I sunk into them before the agitation returned to my pussy and stole my juices drying my throat that tried to gulp hard.
Our first hug lasted long. “I can’t believe you’re really here,” I screamed hugging him tightly again enough for him to push me away slightly and stare into my cinnamon eyes for long seconds.
Are you ever going to kiss me, my yearning mind yelled over and over. Now I knew it. Our first kiss would send me out of control horny. My pumping heart drowned our ecstatic groans of joy in hugs. He caressed my cheek catching the tear of joy that dripped over my half quivering lips. My eyelids closed, yet I still felt no heat from his lips to cure their shivering passions.
My fingers ran into his hair and gripped it. My open eyes caught only a slight glimpse of him moving closer, and we embraced softly at first, his lips brushing mine enough to make me give a groan louder than my usual orgasms. Oh fuck. I’m already in orgasmic moan. His kiss is so amazing. I never thought it would feel this way.
“You taste so good, Helen.”
“And I can feel your hardness, sexy,” I broke away from our kiss to state with a twinkle in my eye.
“I think we have any audience or we’re going to be chucked out of here in a second,” his gorgeous American accent stated, slightly chuckling under his breath.
“My cars only seconds from here, give me a bag,” I protested.
Our hands clasped together like magnets. Why the hell did I beat myself up about our first meet or believe it would end in tears? My closed heart expected the worst, and no way would I let the fucker ruin this one.
He dropped the bags beside my small yellow car and reached into my hair pulling it exactly how I yearned for during our days of cybersex. I moaned during our longer kiss that grew harder, and his goatee tickled my chin leaving a rash that looked like rouge lipstick rubbed off a pair of ruby lips. His dick pressed against my skirt urging my juices to flow like a river. A sudden moan rolled off my tongue into his mouth and echoed through the windy air into his ears.
“Fuck me, Helen. There’s my first mini. Did you feel my shudder?”
“I think I’m learning to understand them because I’ve just had my first,” I joked through heavy breaths and desperation for him never to leave my side, and to give me more multi-orgasms. “Slip your finger up my skirt and finger me,” I begged during the time my right hand fumbled with the buckle of his belt, and my left toyed with his hardness that already secreted pre-cum into a damp patch on his jeans.
“I’m gonna make you cum so hard,” he said to me in a relaxed tone giving his trademark chuckle again before resisting the urge to pull up my skirt and trace my labia with urging fingers. “Right now though, I’m feeling the urge to caress your thigh while you drive, so start up the engine and I’ll give you a journey to remember.”
