Our first moments... as I remember them (Jen)

We take you back in time .. to Sept. 4^th… (told you I was a twilight zone geek)

More than a month after our first email exchange and our first face to face meeting (July 30^th, a story for another time) and many lunch time meetings on a blanket in a nearby park…

The day had arrived when we were finally going to have a chance to be alone and enjoy each other fully, completely.. play out those carnal desires that we had been talking and writing each other about for weeks. All those things we wanted to do to and for each other .. in hopes that the chemistry we felt outside the bedroom would still be there when we finally had the opportunity to carry them out.

We met in a busy parking lot, where I climbed into his car. Why was I so nervous? I have had sex before.. one or two times at least … OK.. I’ve lost track of how many times but, I knew the basics… No need to be so scared.

He leaned over to kiss me as I settled into the passenger seat, I realized that although this was wrong on so many levels, that one kiss reminded me how when I was with him, everything felt so right.

We got to our room… I had candles, so I lit them and then walked to him. Once our lips found each other there wasn’t a bit of apprehension left. Little by little, clothes found the floor. We moved to the bed where my main thought was to get my mouth on that cock of his, taste him.. encourage him… make him feel like no one could ever pleasure him again after I had been there.

He was already hard and the gasp that I heard as my tongue reached his shaft gave me all the encouragement I needed. I started by kissing him through his boxers. I know the warmth of my breath as I kissed it from top to bottom certainly got the reaction I was hoping for.. the moans and words coming from him just made me wetter

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I slid those boxers to the floor and admired his manhood for the first time. The anticipation of finally being able to have him to myself forced me to look up at him and smile before I began my “attack”. I love to start at the top, light ‘ barely there’ flicks of my tongue and warm breath circling the head… my fingertips lightly running along the insides of his thighs. My tongue becoming more aggressive as it makes its way down the length of his shaft then back up again… over and over. Still not ready to take him into my mouth. I look up at him as I worship his cock, the agony and ecstasy on his face, the devious grin on mine as enjoy the control I have for the moment.

Slipping under to pay homage to his balls, licking and softly suckling one, then the other. The noises coming from my lover encourage this even more as my fingers close around his wet cock and begin to stroke as I play more with “the boys”.. I am ready… I move up to the top of his cock and with a soft gentle blow to the head I move my lips over him. Taking him into my warm mouth.. moving deeper on him with each thrust of his hips.. taking him all the way to the back of my throat.. causing my gag reflex to kick in.

Ohhhh so wonderful that moan coming from the top of the bed as I hold him there. After minutes of my mouth and tongue driving him crazy.. I hear him beg me to let him fuck me.

Who am I to say no?

So much more to come… (hehe)