A First Meet Daydream
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Posted:Jan 14, 2019 6:16 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2019 2:39 pm
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It was a grey day, much like this one. We met in a cafe, not very busy, people here and there; servers bustling around. It was our first face to face and though I was on time, you were already seated at a wrap-around corner table in the back of the restaurant. You recognized me and waved.
As I got closer you smiled, approvingly and I sat, smiling back. We were splitting the corner of the table on the bench seat; we chatted a while; eyeing each other, flirtatiously. I asked, "How do you know when someone might be a good lover for you?" and without hesitation you replied, "Kiss me".
Our bodies drew closer, my fingers pushed through your hair, clearing it from your face. Our lips met, tenderly, warm and soft. My hand caressing your cheek.
I felt your tongue tease my lips with a subtle slip. As our kiss deepend your head rolled back into my hand at the nape of your neck. We melted into each other, our breathing quickened.
Your arm wrapping around the side of my chest, pulling me closer to you. Taking your back with my arms, the passion of our embrace grew. A quiet moan formed at your throat as my hand traced the side of your ribs, pausing at your waist.
"Can I get you anything, Sir?" The waitress, standing at our table asked. Our kiss subsided. "I'm good, thank you" I replied. And she walked away, mumbling under her breath, "I can see that." We both chuckled quietly.
With our eyes locked onto one another's I asked, "So?" And a slightly sinister grin came across your lips.
Your one hand pulled along my thigh, instigating me closer to the edge of the seat, the other fell down my back to join the effort. My eyes widened, understanding your desire, your intention. They asked of yours, "really?, Here?!" And you answered with a stronger pushing.
Following your instigation, I slid beneath the table cloth, coming to rest on the floor between your feet, as they separated. The wantant heat emanating from your thighs filled my lungs with your sultry fragrance. My mouth watered.
As my hands wrapped the sides of your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the seat, your back slid down the rest as your skirt, caught on the leathery bench, pulled upward, exposing your sex.
Trailing gentle kisses along the length of your thigh, from the side of your knee, slowly advancing, your ass inched closer still. The bredth of my shoulders parting your legs, again I inhaled, breathing deep your scent. I felt the strength of your fingers push themselves into my hair; gripping with anticipation.
As my kisses arrived at the fold of your hip I felt your legs relax, parting completely. My tongue traced the seam of your thigh; from the base of your ass, upward. Alongside your lips, my kiss slithered, glazing them slightly; I felt your thigh trembling against my cheek, the grip of your fingers intensified.
Wrapping my mouth around your increasingly moist femininity, I drew you into me with gentle suction, softly caressing you with my tongue; parting, pushing, sliding, circling, feeling your nectar trickle down my throat, swallowing your every drop. Your trembles grew stronger.
Releasing my hold on your sex, continuing to encircle, my fingertips pressed the well of your sweetness. I felt it contract, then relax against them, welcoming me to explore you inside. With a subtle pressure downward, you opened for me, beckoning for more and I obliged.
Sliding into you, turning upward, calling you to me, your hips press down, sending me deeper. As the warmth of my tongue circles around your swelling mound of pleasure, my fingers push up, at their deepest reach; tempo increasing. As I felt your pulsations against my tongue I knew I had you.
Holding still, pressing in silence, your contractions applauded with passionate joy. "Can I get you anything else, Hun?", the waitress breaking the tension your body was holding. "Everything's great", your voice shuddered, "Just the check, please.", you said with a giggle.
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