Their eyes met and held across the darkened hotel room. The flickering candlelight framed her face and the soft, auburn curls that encircled it. They had waited for this moment forever, it seemed, but it was actually barely six months.
They first met on the internet when he responded to a story she wrote, under an alias, on an erotic writing sight. He read it and was moved to write and tell her how much he had enjoyed it, as well as the other stories she had written over the past few months.
She was flattered by his words and liked his manner of speaking, so she invited him onto her e-mail list, and they started a friendship. It was established from the first day they met in a chat room that he was 26 and she old enough to be his mother, at the age of 46. She soon began to understand his need for affection and longed to quench that need, in hopes of satisfying her own.
She was recently divorced and he a virgin -- not by choice, but merely through circumstance. His family had moved around frequently from the time he was a toddler, so friendships were fleeting. He felt he had never come to know a girl as well as one should, before intimacy, so had held off in anticipation of the day it would be "perfect". In the last two years, he had begun to wonder if perfection even existed, or if he should just stop being so picky and plunge in. Then he met her.
He confided his "secret" almost immediately, and her heart went out to him. She tried to make him see how important it was to hold onto his high ideals and assured him that the time would come when it was right for him.
They spoke about their lives openly, leaving nothing out, not even intimate thoughts and feelings. Slowly, the friendship developed into something much more. She found herself responding to him as a woman, and he found himself aroused by her sensual manner.
His words ignited a burning desire within her that no man had been able to quench. If he wrote the way he made love, then he could be the one to fulfill her yearnings. She found herself drawn by him more and more until she could stand it no longer. She wanted to meet him, wanted to show him what love was about. Wanted to teach him how to please a woman. He was willing, and the date was set. Now here they stood, face to face.
She felt suddenly shy and awkward. He was so young. His body was slim and firm, hers soft and yielding. She felt dizzy at the thought of touching him and faltered a little. He hurried to her side, slipping the small overnight case from her hand and placing it on the floor.
As he slowly rose back to his full height, their eyes met yet again, and they touched lips for the first time. His were firm and cool, hers soft and warm. She soon warmed him, and their tongues explored freely, deeply, without hesitation, as if they had done this a million times. They blended together and fit neatly against each other's body, like the last two stray pieces of an important jigsaw puzzle.
She knew he would make her feel the completeness she had lacked all her life, and he knew she would show him the ways of passion and desire like no one else could. She moaned softly as his mouth grew more and more demanding, and he slid his hands up to cup her breasts. He paused for a few seconds to look deep into her eyes and saw the passion building within her.
He shivered a little, and her hands rose to his chest, rubbing him gently. She found his nipple, beneath the fabric of his shirt and nuzzled against it with her brightly colored lips. He could feel her hot breath penetrate the shirt and responded by taking her auburn curls in his hands, guiding her mouth to the area where his sensitive flesh awaited her touch.
She began to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing his chest behind each unfastened button. She moved slowly and with the expertise of a woman who is familiar with the male form. She bathed his chest in kisses and licked his slightly salty skin with the tip of her tongue. He let his mind wander, imagining her tongue on his more sensitive parts. He groaned and leaned back against the desk, drawing her close to his heart. She slipped quickly to her knees and unbuckled his belt, sliding her fingers under his waistband and releasing the clasp. His zipper followed; then a long, audible gasp, escaped from his lips.
"Mmmmm," she moaned softly. "You�re so hard." Her tongue reached out and glanced across his tip, causing it to throb and pulsate. He leaned his body back and let the sensations envelope him. Her mouth closed around him, and he felt the gentle pressure of her tongue compressing him firmly against the roof of her mouth. She began to suck gently at first, varying the pressure slightly here and there, then drew him deeper and increased the pressure until he felt his balls tighten and a warmth flow up through his groin.
His hips undulated gently with the motions of her mouth on him, and he felt tingles run up his spine, raising the hairs on the back of his neck. A powerful orgasm shook him to his very core, and he felt his knees go weak. He caressed her silky locks and let the waves flow through him. This was better than he had ever dreamed.
He felt a flood of emotion well up in his throat, and a tear slid down his cheek as he drew her upwards and kissed her mouth hungrily. She responded in kind, and the passion overwhelmed them both. He wanted to show her his love and began to touch her gently, brushing his lips across hers and letting his tongue taste the pink flesh down her neck and across the exposed part of her warm breasts as he pushed her gently back onto the bed.
He knelt in front of her and began to unbutton her light summer blouse, slipping it gently from her shoulders. He savoured the sight of her soft, round globes. She wore a white lace bra, which was low cut and pushed her bosom upward slightly. He lowered his face into her softness and breathed deeply as his fingers released her from her confines. He was intoxicated with desire for her.
His mouth began to explore, and the more he tasted her, the more he craved the sweetness that lay between her thighs. His hands moved quickly, to the button at the top of her slacks, releasing it urgently. Then without hesitation, he slid her zipper down, opening it's teeth wide and exposing a mixture of creamy, pale pink flesh and rosy red, lace panties. He removed them with a swift, sweeping stroke of his masculine hands, and she lay fully exposed before him.
His mouth pulled her in, gently tugging here and there, suckling her firm skin, nuzzling against her softness. He took his time, making her feel each sensation, each step on his journey ever downward, until he arrived at his destination.
He leaned his cheek against the creamy whiteness of her thigh and looked at her. Her labia were soft and yielding, waiting for his tender probings. He held back, making her squirm about the bed, raising her urgency, heightening her desire, until she could take no more. "Make love to me," she purred softly. "I need to feel you inside me," she said in a soft, pleading voice. "Please, oh please."
He raised his head and smiled at her. He reached out with his tongue and lowered it teasingly towards her smooth, naked mound. She arched up sharply on the bed for a moment, moaning deeply, then relaxed. He tasted her then -- gently, slowly, savouring the taste and smell of her.
A smile slowly crossed his mouth, and he slid his tongue deep into her, causing a long, low cry to escape her lips. He stroked her quickly with his tongue, building the sensations within her body until she reached a peak, a point of no return, and she called his name out into the semi-darkness. Her breaths came in great heaving sighs, and she felt very light-headed, as multiple orgasms rocked her body over and over again.
He watched her face and her body react to his manipulations, and his body ached for hers. He stood over her, between her thighs, and slid his fingers into her moist sex, massaging gently, drawing her quickly to the peak once more. She reached out for him, and he moved his hips closer, sliding her legs upward until they draped over his forearms. Then he entered her powerfully, filling her with his firm, young cock.
She moaned and grabbed his hands, pulling hard, so her bottom stayed tight against his thighs as he rhythmically pulsed in and out of her. She moved her hips in a circular motion, catching his rhythm, and they soon cried out together, as he filled her with his hot cream and the tiny muscles inside her pulsated in orgasmic ecstasy.
When it was over, he crawled up beside her and laid his head on her shoulder, stroking her nipples lazily, caressing her warm flesh with his caring hands. She closed her eyes and said a silent "Thank you" that they had come together with so much love and so much passion, the first time.
