A First Meeting- Response

I was anxious and yet excited about meeting so I spent time in a bath of bubbles washing myself all over.....and touching my nipples to create the hardness and crinkling of excitement that happens. Thinking about the meeting and wondering if it would truly hold that attraction that so often did not happen. No, it would be fine. Our conversations had led to a meeting of our minds and I felt a further wetness above and beyond the soapy bubbles that covered my body. I was restless and grabbed the towel rubbing it all over and feeling it soak the water from my skin but not from the secret flower within my body's garden.

And so I dressed carefully with silk and lace against my skin and felt my body mould to that which I put around it covering me, and being at one with me. Lunch. Does it really matter what time of the day minds meet and meld and look for more. More in the world of the physical, more in the world of touch and taste and sense and feel.
So I walked into the place of meeting and our eyes met, and connected and amazingly sizzled. What is a sizzle? - It’s when you’re afire and the heat moves from the eyes to the essence. I took a deep breath to steady the nerves which had suddenly appeared as they were wont to do, at times, because that is just the way it is. He smiled and sent a blanket of comfort to my being and I walked with confidence and grace towards the table. We sat, we talked, we were and it all fell together. The past the present and the future with no strings attached. He knew I was a free soul who could float into his world- stay, observe, connect and leave when what needed to be was. I have issues with commitment. No man gets to control me ever again – the luggage of life, we all have to varying degrees.

The lunch flew and as I decided to depart we discussed the possibility of yet another meeting tomorrow for dinner. I was tempted to flee.....but the calmness and serenity which surrounded him made me consider such an assignation. So I agreed, as my word is my bond. We exchanged numbers, such a world of technology, instant communication and I wanted to be seduced and wantonly pursued through the word weaving that can sometimes be. And it was throughout the night. Messages flew and ideas and fantasies were alluded to that created such heat that my body flew into volcanic eruptions and my sheets became wet as I came and came again. Liquid heat flowed and swirled and exploded around me. I almost could not stop or cease the response and I let it go as always when in the world of sensuality nothing needs to make sense.

Dinner, were there any expectations- no, but the intensity of the connection meant that there would be afters and not just limited to dessert. Seafood of all varieties delicious and luscious accompanied by discussions covering a myriad of topics – short and sweet, heavy and intense, light and airy- sucking the juices from my fingers as I gently attacked the lobster and prawns- dipping my fingers into the lemon bowl to clean them and sipping the rich red of the Cabernet where I could taste the simple and complex flavors of plums and blackcurrants and berries. A little like the flavors of passion filling my senses. Eyes meeting, dancing, quickly, slowly, entwining.

Walking the river bank, feeling the breeze surround me, cooling my body of the passions within me, but heightening their intensity and wanting the touching, the tasting, the tangle of bodies. We sat and moved into each other starting the kiss slowly lips forward and back, just a touch, then more, hands across his body feeling the strength of the beat, the heat of the skin. Too many barriers that I wanted to tear away but the awareness of the public nature of the rendezvous kept me at bay, just. Holding myself in check but wanting to growl and purr and take everything and more.

Agreement; back to the hotel. We walked languorously with intent, holding myself back just a little, but wanting what was to come. Feeling empty and looking to be fulfilled. The tension in the elevator was rife, glances as we stayed a distance in the physical but had already started the dance in the fantasy. Entering the hotel room, I moved to the balcony overlooking the lights, needing the cool. I heard and felt him behind me and as his arms slipped around my body I moved into him. Moulding myself to his form as he kissed my neck and sent shivers of expectation down my spine and the wet heat sensual, sexual scent started to curl around us. That scent that comes from the mists of time that ties us to the earth but also allows us to escape into another realm that has no boundaries, rules or obstacles, but what we might create. I held the rails and rubbed against the hardness I could feel in a dance of wanton pleasure.

Removing the layers piece by piece and exploring his body as he explored mine. Touching and stroking each other, moving in for the soft kiss, leading to the hard passions exploding and writhing against each other. Some times, rare moments in the universe, two fit together as one so the spaces become non-existent and the minds co-join in the seeking of pleasure. Shivers running in all directions, touches sending volcanic eruptions throughout every fibre of being. Nerves emitting waves and the pounding of passion against shores waiting for them, wanting them to arrive. Needing them so intensely.

Feeling his hands and mouth and body moving to my wet heat. Taking his cock in my fingers and stroking him gently from the base to the tips as his mouth and fingers and hands explore my wetness. Taking the very tip of him into my mouth and sucking as my tongue explores the rim. My fingers sliding up and down, slowly at first whilst I feel the total hardness instead the silken skin. Touching, tasting, pleasuring sounds emanating from my lips, losing control as I feel him touch me, making me cum…..and cum and cum over and over and over. Increasing my movements to a rhythm of lust, abandoning all levels of civilization and moving to a primordial level of plain need. Thrashing, moving, fucking so hard that sheens of sweat begin sliding along our bodies as he pumps and cums whilst I devour every drop and keep eating until nothing is left. Satiated satisfaction descends from the spiral of passion and we wrap each other in, on, about our bodies and rest- for just a while. The night continues to bring pleasure just because it can and why shouldn’t it.