Note: The person-tense changes in this story, a device I have done of a purpose__(author)
I was nervous, tense. I don't know exactly why as I have spent many hours talking with Janet on the net. I feel I know her well though we have not met in person. After a month of exchanging notes and sometimes long letters, we have 'connected' in a way that makes me feel very comfortable with this woman. But tonight will be different as she is in Austin and will be coming to my hotel room any moment. We have set up this meeting over the last two weeks and feel it will be an exciting, rewarding night. Last Tuesday we talked on the phone for the first time. I called her and we spent some time getting used to each other's voice then, when I asked what she was wearing, she told me 'nothing' and that she was in her bedroom, on her bed, the lights off except for a glow coming from a crack through the bathroom door. I moved to my bed and got comfortable. We began talking about each other's bodies, our voices becoming lower and sexier. In the next hour, I talked her to two great orgasms using first her vibrator then her fingers. Her breathing became deep and fast, her fingers moved faster over her hard clit. I listened with growing hardness touching my own sex, stroking it as she followed my leads. Janet put her phone next to her sopping pussy as she inserted two fingers. I could hear the wonderful sounds of a well-wet woman's pussy being fucked as she moved her fingers in and out at an increasing speed. Her palm encountered her throbbing clit with each downward stroke until she moaned into the phone that she was cumming. That's the level of intimacy we have shared so far. She used her vibrator about 10 minutes later to climax again while I listened in awe to this erotic woman's sounds of pleasure.
But now, we are to meet for real. As I step out of the shower my cock is semi-hard in anticipation and I shave gently wanting my face to be smooth and soft yet afraid to press hard with the razor for fear I will cut myself as my hand shakes some. Not too much cologne now, just a hint of cleanness. I want her to smell my desire for her. What to wear? Jesus, I feel like a high school kid. Just slacks and a nice shirt, open at the neck. She knows my mind, I hers. She's not here to inspect my costume but to meet the face in front of the mind that has talked such sweet things to her. Relax.
Dressed, I check the room again. Lights are down but it isn't dark, wine in a bucket on the table with two, fresh, glasses next to the card I so carefully picked out today at the hotel's gift shop. It's message is one of friendship and caring; I so hope she knows she is safe with me; she must if she consented to come here to my room. I have to make her know I wouldn't hurt her for anything - she has to know that, she has to. A single, white rose is on her bed pillow. Should I have put it there? Perhaps that's too presumptuous. I'll move it to the table next to the wine. No. She knows what I want. She knows I have dreamed of holding her, touching her, loving her. The rose will stay on the pillow. It makes a pretty contrast on the pale blue bedspread. I won't turn down the bed, no, that's taking it too far. The flower will draw her attention; she will know that is her pillow if she wants the bed. She must take the rose without my drawing her attention to it. She and I will know that her picking it up and holding it to capture it's aroma will be our signal that she accepts the evening that I have planned.
A knock! My God, she's here. My feet are frozen...move! I open the door to see a woman more beautiful than I had even imagined. Her smile at once makes me feel at ease yet I see in her eyes that she has been nervous also. I say, "Hello Janet, at last we meet. Please come in." Jesus, very original but what could I say? Come in, strip, let me get my hands on those magnificent breasts? Hardly, but I fear my eyes are saying exactly that. She steps into the room trailing a scent that is at once feminine yet musky, something like an orange grove in rich, organic soil. This is an earth mother I think, a woman made for love, designed to be yielding yet demanding at the same time; a woman who knows instinctively how to spur a man to perform beyond his normal ability. She will create in me the desire to please her completely even at the expense of my own pleasure.
Walking gracefully to the little table, I see her take in the room in a quick motion. She trusts that I have provided security and quickly notes the location of the bathroom and sees the wine bottle and card on the table. I catch up to her mouthing some meaningless drivel about finding the place and parking, etc. My hands tremble with the need to put them on her waist, just to touch this treasure, anywhere! I note how she coyly spots the rose on the pillow but only in passing, too wise to comment at this time. She must judge me, decide whether I am worthy of her favor. She knows the symbolism of the flower; there is no hurry.
I come around in front and ask if I may pour. "Yes, please," she says in a breathy voice. She reads my card. I know what she looks like under her clothes, I've said to her and she has said to me the most erotic words in our language. She has loved herself knowing I could hear her and wanting me to. So, why do we need to play this dance of words. I want her to take her wine and look into my eyes and say, "Nice flower." I will say, "It's yours if you want it." Will she walk over and take the rose? Janet steps closer to me and kisses my cheek with a pair of the warmest lips I've ever felt on my skin; I am glad I have just shaved. She takes another sip of the wine, her fingers delicately curved around the glass. She returns it to the table and moves close to me encircling my waist with her arms. She lays her head on my chest. As I take in the scent of her hair she says, "I'm happy to be here Jim, with you." I am trying to control my breathing to hide my pounding heart but how can I with her ear pressed to my chest? I put my arms around her and hold her close. She doesn't draw her hips back but allows them to press into me. I can feel her lower belly against mine, our breathing the only sound in the room. Thus, we spend a long several minutes lost in our own contemplation, just enjoying the moment of closeness. We each reflect, silently, on those things we have learned about one another needing this time to adjust, to learn the other's rhythm.
I loosen my arms, a signal for her to look into my eyes. We stare deeply probing the other's thoughts and find acceptance. My hands move up then down gently across her back feeling the rise of her bra, the strength and youth of her muscles. I press my lips to hers in a gentle, light kiss of her full lips. She is yielding and my tongue just barely, lightly, strokes her lower lip. Hers meets mine almost as a phantom; did she really touch my tongue ? I back away for a second again wanting to look in her eyes for acceptance. Hers are closed and she offers her mouth again. Again, I press mine to hers this time longer, with just a little more pressure. She parts her lips and I feel her tongue probing for entrance between my lips. My tongue meets hers but she is the more insistent and gains entry exploring me. I suck on her tongue for it is like a wet penis seeking sanctuary from an internal storm. She withdraws her tongue pulling mine with her to allow my own exploration. Our breath becomes hot as our arms pull the other closer, our bodies wanting to become one. Finally, we break, our eyes telling the other what we each want to hear.
Janet breaks away, gently sliding her hand down my arm to take my fingers. Her hand is warm and dry, I hope mine does not feel clammy reflecting my excitement. I must not move fast with this beauty, control Jim, control. She leads me to the bed, to the side of the rose. Picking it up, she holds it to her nose taking in its scent. "Thank you for the flower and the card Jim, it was very thoughtful". She turns toward the bed and is still. I put my arms around her from behind and move close feeling her beautiful ass fit into my crotch so comfortably. I know she can feel my hardness and, with a forceful but slight movement, she presses back into me. Now comes the truth. I must ask. She has sent the proper signals but she must agree verbally. I lean forward, my nose in her hair, my lips at her ear.
[My tongue darts out, the tip tasting the curve of her ear. "Put your hands on top of mine Janet," I ask. Your hands come up to rest on the backs of mine as I bring them in to cover your breasts. Pressing you, I whisper, "I want to make love to you Janet, slow and gentle for you are so beautiful and I want you. Do you accept?" I hear you say a definite "Yes" as you press my hands harder to your breasts. Moving down, across your belly and down to your upper thighs, I move my mouth to your other ear. There, I kiss its edge again and whisper "I want to fuck you Janet, hard and fast for you are so hot and I want you. Do you accept?" Your answer is a strong yes that is mixed with passion and forcefulness. "Yes Jim, please!" Your hands move mine to your mound forcing me to make circling moves. Your ass cheeks press into my cock as though trying to rub our clothes away.
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