Our First Meeting

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This is just a flash story. My second attempt at erotica. I did not use an editor. I hope that any errors that remain do not distract from the story. Any comments or constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. If you choose to just make mean comments, you are free to try your own hand at this. I hope you enjoy. Don’t forget to vote at the end.


My flight just landed and I cannot wait to see you. We have never met, just texting, talking on the phone, and sending the occasional sexy photo over the last 3 months. Now we will meet face to face. I hope that the buildup for this meeting does not leave me disappointed.

We agree to meet at a bar about 10 minutes from my hotel. I check in, shower, and get ready for our first face to face meeting. My cab got stuck in traffic so you are waiting for me when I arrive. I see you standing at the crowded bar. Some guy is trying to talk to you, but you are giving him the cold shoulder. I know it is you from your picture, but the picture does not do you justice.

I walk up behind you and kiss your neck and the guy moves on. You know it’s me. As I wrap my arms around your waist, I press my growing cock into your plump, full, round ass. I can tell by the look on your face that you can definitely feel my erection. I continue to lean into your back side as I order a drink from the bartender.

We move over to a booth and sit side by side. The conversation flows. We are hitting it off. You are even laughing at my jokes. You place your hand on my knee as you laugh. I lean towards you as I reach for the wine list and place my hand on your thigh. You do not protest. You are wearing a dress that falls just above your knees. It has ridden up a little as you sat down. I feel the smoothness of your silk encased legs. My hand moves higher.

Suddenly, I feel soft skin. You are wearing stockings, not pantyhose. How did you know? It just drives me wild. I caress your leg and move higher as we continue to talk about everything and anadolu yakası escort nothing at all. I reach the hem of your boy shorts as the waiter comes to take our order. You assume I will stop since someone is here, but I order for the both of us as my hand continues its journey. I reach your center and you are soaking wet. I caress your slit through the fabric of your panties as I look directly at the waiter as I order. You are biting your lip. I tease you by asking you if you want to add to our order. As you open your mouth to speak, I slip my finger under the elastic and slide it easily up your slit. Your words catch in your throat. You can only shake your head.

I turn back to the waiter and order another bottle of wine as I plunge my finger deep into your pussy. You grab my cock as you bite back a moan. I slowly withdraw my finger, brushing against your clit, and reach for the bread the waiter just placed on the table. I breathe in your scent as a take a bite of the bread.

You slowly return to earth as I continue the conversation as though nothing happened. We laugh through dinner. We both want to leave, but we don’t want to break the spell. We order a dessert to share, molten chocolate cake. I feed you a forkful. As I pull it slowly out of your mouth and lower my hand, the back of my hand brushes against your left nipple. It visibly hardens.

It’s time to go. I pay the bill and have the Matre’d call us a cab. We get in the cab and you sit very close to me. I can smell your perfume. I can smell your excitement. I lean forward to give the cabbie instructions to the hotel I have reserved. While leaning over the seat, my right hand again slides up your thigh and I feel your heat, her wetness. I rub her clit through your soaking wet panties while I make small talk with the cabbie. He has no clue, but you are having trouble breathing. By the time we reach the hotel, you have come down from your silent climax.

We head into the ataşehir escort hotel and go right for the elevator. It is late. There are very few people around. The elevator car arrives and we get in. We are alone and I press the button for the 35th floor. You drop to your knees. You can’t wait. You try to pull my dick out through my zipper, but it is too hard to bend, so you just open my pants and free my monster. I try to tell you that we might get caught if someone wants to go up, but that only makes you try harder. You take hold of my dick, stare up into my eyes and swallow me whole. I lose my breath and my knees get weak.

You are working my cock like I have never experienced before. Right as we pass the 32nd floor, I am coating your mouth and throat with my seed, and you swallow it all without spilling a drop. You stand just as the door opens and you walk out without looking back. I hustle to get myself back together and follow you out the door.

I am still flustered as I try to get my key out of my pocket and in the door. You drop to your knees again and look up into my eyes and say, “you are not the only one that can tease in public,” and proceed to remove my cock once more. I try to stop you and warn you that someone could come down the hall at any time. it does not discourage you. In fact, you increase your effort. I struggle to get the door open. I can’t concentrate with what you are doing. Finally, I get the key in, open the door, and we both fall through.

You land on top of me. You waste no time. You pull your dress over your head and straddle me. You are a vision in black silk and lace. With my dick standing tall through my zipper, you pull the lace boy shorts to the side. I hold my cock upright and you begin to slowly impale yourself. I am in agony at your slow pace. I just want to grab your shoulders and push you down hard!

As I look up at you, I realize the door is still open! I stretch my foot and try to close it. But before I ümraniye escort can reach it, a couple in their late fifties walk by. The man just stops and stares. The lady gets a huge grin on her face as she leans into the room and says “let me get that door for you young man. And if you need help with what you have in your hand, I am just next door.” She smiles, turns and leaves. Just as the door is closing, I see that the man’s jaw has hit the floor. We both start laughing.

You return to your efforts and slowly continue to impale yourself. You are so tight. You sit there for a minute just feeling it. Then you begin to rock back and forth painfully slow. I try to grab your hips, but you will have none of that. You are in control. I place my hands behind my head and just enjoy. You close your eyes and concentrate on the fact that my pelvis is rubbing oh so sweetly against your clit. Your pace increases until you are rocking like there is no tomorrow. No up and down, just rocking. Rubbing your clit. You are a screamer. You are so load; I half expect the old lady to return. When you are done, you fall forward on me, exhausted. But I am hard as a rock and in need of release.

But first things first. I roll you over onto your back and look down into your eyes. You spread your legs, anticipating my return to your depths. but I lower my head between your legs and suck your engorged lips into my mouth. Covering my teeth with my lips, I gentle chew on them, pull them, suck them, and part them. You have your hands on the back of my head and grabs my ears (not enough hair to grab onto) and pulls me into your pussy.

You are so wet. You are grinding against my face. I have my arms wrapped around your thighs and use my hand to part your nether lips. I see your clit, swollen, protruding, begging to be sucked. I oblige and you lose it. I hold on for dear life as you squeeze my head between your thighs. I can’t breathe, but I can’t stop either. It seems to go on forever. I don’t let you down easy. When you think it is over, I place one, then two fingers into your slit and begin to pump. You are over the edge again. I should have taken a deep breath before I did this. My head is again trapped between your thighs, my ears are being pulled, and my face is being ground into the sweetest tasting pussy ever. . .

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