Trip, or Something More
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Size,
Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - She comes to visit an online friend, and things take a turn for the better!
He stood at the baggage claim, waiting, watching the crowd. His hands were shaking and he was sweating as he waited for her. He hadn't felt like this in a long time about a girl, check that, he had never been this nervous to meet anyone.
A group of people were coming down the elevator at LaGuardia Airport, they were tanned and underdressed for the cool spell we had been having, although, in the 60's it wasn't as bad as it had been. Then he saw her blonde hair, her eyes darting around, she looked just as nervous as he was. He laughed to himself and went running over to her, wrapping her in his arms and spinning her around in a big hug.
"Emms!" he chirped and she happily responded with "Zach!"
They had been planning this get together for over a month and the reality that it was finally upon them was overwhelming. Realizing he was still holding her up in the air he put her down.
"Ummm, so, how was your flight? Did you have a Window? Did you see the New York Skyline? Do we have to get your bags?" The questions nervously rolling off his tongue.
For her credit, Emma smiled and took his arm walking to the baggage claim conveyor belt. "Flight was good, had a window, saw the skyline it's beautiful and I have one bag, but it's BIG."
Nervously, they stand next to each other, not talking, not sure what to say. On the phone, on the computer, they could talk for hours, but the reality of standing together, the feelings that they have shared for each other, all the intimate details.
"There it is" Emma shouted, pointing at a HUGE black suitcase.
"I hope it has wheels. What did you do, bring one of your brothers to keep me in line." It seemed like the joke just eased everything, Zach grabbed the bag and wheeled it out of the terminal, taking his windbreaker off and draping it over her shoulders to protect her from the cool air. Their conversation began to flow smoothly.
The couple walked out to Zach's car, his purple Eclipse Spyder. Looking at the bag and then at his car, he had to laugh. "I gotta put the top down and stick this in the backseat. Besides, I am sure you wanted to go topless anyways."
Emma gave him a quick punch in the shoulder "Merv the Perv comes through again." Then she looked at him, seriously as she reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up slowly over her tanned midriff. Zach's eyes were focused on the ample amount of skin appearing until she reached the very bottom of her brassiere, and pushed her shirt back down. "As if Perv." Her laugh was electric as he put the top down and put the suitcase in the backseat.
Getting into the car, he pulls out of the spot, and towards the exit, paying the exorbitant parking fee and heading towards the city. "I figured we would take a little longer route up to Connecticut, via New York City. Let you see the sights. And then, I have a little surprise planned." He looks at her and gives her a wink. Rounding a corner on the BQE, the city looms in front of them, the skyline where the twin towers used to stand, and further North, the Empire State Building, the Citicorp and Chrysler Buildings.
They cross the Bridge into New York City, driving through Chinatown, little Italy, going up Broadway. Zach stops the car in front of Madison Square Garden. "This is Madison Square Garden, Emma. Even though I know you don't like hockey, I always dreamed of playing for the Rangers here. And, well, when I was 11 my dream did come true. I played a short ten-minute game in between periods of a Rangers game, against the 'Master's of Hockey.' It was an amazing experience for me."
Getting back in the car, it was a short trip up Broadway to reach Times Square. The lights, the billboards, it was all overwhelming for her. Unfortunately, you can't really stop the car and get out in Times Square, so he promised her another time, he would take her there, already having planned the front row seats for Grease when it opens on Broadway.
The next step was to get on the West Side Highway and head North, past where the Intrepid used to be docked and up the Hudson River. Passing over the East River into the Bronx, and then Westchester. Heading further and further North until they enter Connecticut. "Have you ever seen a covered Bridge?" he asks, as they go through a windy road leading to Bull's Bridge.
The bridge looks in front of them, a small, covered one-lane bridge, made of wood, but steel reinforced. Passing through the bridge, and making a left onto Route 7, following the Housatonic River. Zach points across the river. "That's where I went to high school." As he keeps on driving, telling her a story. "When I was three, I was at a football game there with my grandfather, my grandparents used to live a couple of miles from here. During the game, I ran out onto the field and stopped the game. It was the talk of the town for weeks." Driving through the small town of Kent, the falls a couple miles up ahead, he pulls into the lot, finding a parking spot.
"Gosh, it's beautiful!" Emma chimed in, getting out of the car. Another small covered bridge marked the path to the park, open grass, back dropped with a large, stepped waterfall. Zach popped open the trunk pulling out a picnic basket and a blanket.
"Surprise!" Zach smiled at her, taking her hand and walking into the park, setting up the blanket together, and laying out the contents of the picnic basket. Inside, he had brought a bottle of Caymus Conundrum, a spectacular white wine, a selection of cheeses, a baguette, and daringly a small block of pate. "I didn't know if this was something you would like or want to try."
Emma just smiled and wrinkled her nose at him when he offered the pate as she busied herself with getting glasses, napkins and the such set up. Zach opened the bottle of wine pouring it into the glasses, and raising his.
"A toast. To good things and waiting. I am so glad you are here Emma and I am happy that I waited for you. I feel as though I have known you for years even though a few hours ago I hadn't even touched you. To you and to fun, may I have both!"
Emma reached over and punched him playfully, raising her glass. "To merv, my favorite perv!" They clinked glasses and took a sip. They sat across from each other, talking freely, well, Zach was doing most of the talking, about the falls, and the town of Kent, and how it's been a part of his life for so long. About playing hockey in High school, and running and even being on the crew team for a short stint. They ate cheese and drank some wine and after what seemed like a few minutes over an hour had gone by.
"Would you like to hike up the falls? It's not too far, and there are recently updated stairs." Emma agreed, and they got up, putting the food and wine back in the basket and heading over to the pool at the bottom of the falls. "When I was young, there were no stairs, you had to climb up the waterfall." He took her hand, and together they took the hike up the falls, and then back down the other side, a slightly less traveled path. More then once, Zach looked at Emma, their eyes locking, but the kiss was not yet to happen. When they got back down to the park, it was starting to get a little late, and the mosquitoes were coming out. "I guess we should head back south. I assume you want to change before dinner?"
"Yes, and maybe wash up a bit. We can just stop at your house I guess, to get ready." They smiled at each other, gathering the picnic supplies and heading back to the car.
"Only if I can watch." Was Zach's response, which got him another punch in the shoulder. "Hey, I am Merv, I can't disappoint you."
The drive back to his house was quiet, they listened to the radio, and just watched the countryside go by as they traveled down historic Route 7. When they reached the four corners, the car turned left up Route 25, then in Historic Brookfield Center, at the 200 year old Congregational Church, he made another left up 133. It was a few more turns down a couple of windy roads, before they pulled down the short street, and into the cul de sac, down the driveway of his house. He opened the garage and pulled in. "Looks like Chris is out. I'm sure you'll get a chance to meet him sometime."
They went inside, and Zach showed her around. She was impressed with the house (I'll have to show you pictures at some point) and the tour ended in his bedroom. He pointed to the bathroom and told her she could get ready in there. It was a huge master bath, with a whirlpool tub, shower, and double sinks, marble floors, painted a soft lavender. She smiled, taking her bag inside the bathroom and closing the door in his face. He stood there hearing the lock engaging.
"I'll be downstairs if you need anything Emma."
"Where are we going for dinner?" She calls down to him. "So I know what to wear?"
He calls up, telling her about the restaurant, Ondine, voted the second most romantic restaurant in Fairfield County. "So, wear anything you want, I am sure you will look beautiful."
A short while later, Emma came out of the bathroom and down the stairs, her hair touched up, her makeup perfect, and wearing a little black dress with black heels. All Zach could do was stare and drool for a minute before remembering he had to change. "I ummm, I'll be right back, Wow." He exclaims running out of the kitchen and up the stairs, putting on black dress pants, a red button down shirt, and the perfect tie to tie the two together.
He ran back down the stairs, only to turn the corner and see her, bent partially over the island, her ass sticking out, molded under the thin black material. "Oh my!" Zach blurted out, startling her. She turned around to see him dressed, her eyes traveling down his body, past his waist, and then double taking as his pants were becoming slightly bulged.
Emma laughed and pointed "My perv!"
"So, are you ready for dinner, and you can't blame me for that, when you look that hot Emma." He offered her his arm and the headed out to the car to head to dinner, the protrusion in his pants disappearing as they drove to the restaurant. Pulling into the parking lot, the restaurant is an old house, slightly overrun with ivy, during the summer; the garden is fresh and inviting. A short walk up the stairs, and they were inside. The Maitre'd came over and ushered them to a private table near the fireplace. The embers burning even in the warm temperatures, sending a romantic glow across the room. It was only a couple of more seconds before the waitress was there handing us our menus and asking us if we would like a cocktail.
Declining Zach asked for the wine list. He looked through it smiling at Emma, and picking a wonderful Sauvignon Blanc. They ordered their meal, and Zach insisted they both get the soufflé for dessert, and Emma agreed. While they waited for the wine, something happened. As they sat there looking into each other's eyes, his hand lay down on the table. It just seemed natural for hers to be in it. The touch was like a spark to both of them, igniting a small fire that would only grow through the night. The waitress brought over the bottle of wine, opening it, and offering me a sample. After the wine was poured and the waitress departed, Zach took his hand back to make another toast.
"How many times have I dreamed of this day? Of sitting here with you, Emms, just the two of us, staring into your beautiful eyes, smelling your perfume, your hair, touching your skin. All my dreams have paled in comparison to the moment actually happening. I don't know if this night can get any better, but if it does, I may not survive. To you and me and to dreams coming true!"
The glasses clinked together, and he thought that he could see tears welling up in her eyes, but, he didn't want to embarrass her or point it out, so he took a sip, looking away, letting her clear her eyes. "That was, ummm, that was wow, Zach." She couldn't find the words, but her smile spoke volumes. Zach wished he could capture the moment and bottle it. That way he could carry it with him forever as a memory of the most perfect moment of his life. Little did he know at the time, but Emma felt the same way.
The meal was perfect, they took bites of each other's dishes, and Emma even tried a few things she never thought she would. They drank the bottle of wine, ate, and laughed about everything and nothing. Between every course, they held hands on the table, just talking, smiling and being themselves. When the soufflé came, Emma's eyes lit up. It was huge, with fresh whipped cream, save the redi whip for later, and it was amazing. After dinner, the two of them stuffed, he easily took her hand to walk to the car.
"You look too amazing Emms, would you like to go out, I figured we could go to a club and dance for a bit?"
Emma eagerly agreed, and they headed into downtown Danbury to one of the clubs in town. He parked at the Patriot Garage, showing her the outside of the hockey rink where he plays in the men's league. They walked down the street to the club; he paid the admission, chastising her for even suggesting that she pick up her half. "You paid for your airline ticket and hotel, the rest is on me."
She agreed and they went into the dimly lit club, the music blaring, and the air nice and clear as Connecticut bans smoking in bars and restaurants. Zach took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor, their bodies pressed together as they danced and danced, of course, her dancing that close had it's effect on him. She looked at him, smiling seductively "Oh Zach, you do like me."
They both laughed, although, he did turn a bit red at the moment, but it's not like it's the first time that's happened. So they danced, and when the song wasn't good, they talked and had a drink, and smiled, but most of all they laughed. They were having such a good time that when the lights came on at 1:30, they didn't even realize it. Zach smiled, and told her to follow him, leading her out a back exit and to the parking lot, explaining that there are always fights in front. They got into the car, and looked at each other, leaning in.
"Emms, would you like to, I mean, do you want to come back to my place?"
She smiled at him and took his hand in hers "I'd love to Zach, but I don't think it's such a good idea." Emma looked at the floor. "I think it would be best if I stayed at my hotel tonight."
Zach leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I knew you were going to say that, but a guy can hope can't he?" Starting the car and making the quick drive to the Inn where she would be staying. He helped her with her bag as she checked in and headed to her room. He put her bag inside the room, and then stood back at the door.
They were standing there for the longest time, just looking into each other's eyes, holding hands, smiling. Finally, to himself he just said, "Sometimes you gotta say what the fuck" and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. What started out as a good night kiss, quickly turned into something more. Their mouths opened together, tongues pressed together, before she knew it, they were both inside, the door closed, on the bed, their mouths never once parting. His hands were eagerly roaming her body, over her dress, feeling her breasts rise and fall with her breath. Moving down to the hem of her short black dress, teasing her thighs, their mouths finally parting as Emma exhaled a halfhearted "We shouldn't."
Zach was kissing down her neck, long lingering kisses, his breath warm, his hand sliding up her thigh, pressing against her black lace thong. Whispering into her ear, telling her how beautiful she is, how sexy. His kisses moving lower, his hand pushing the spaghetti strap of her dress off her shoulder, down her arm, his mouth following down her chest, until her breast was uncovered. She gasped as his mouth enveloped her nipple; sucking at it, tongue circling the engorged nub, his hand leaving her panties, moving up over her dress to her other breast. Freeing it from its confines. Her back arched to push her breasts to him, her hands going to his hair, holding his mouth to her breast, as she moaned out his name.
He had to get her out of the dress. He sat up, pulling the material down; she raised her body in all the right ways to let him strip her. Emma lay back on the bed, like a goddess, stretched out, wearing just the black lace thong. Her chest heaving in anticipation. Zach stood up, quickly pulling his shirt off, then a little slower, pulling off his pants and boxers, standing nude in front of her. She smiled at him and motioned him back onto the bed. Zach lay down next to her, reaching down and pulling the last vestige of modesty off of her, leaving them both naked in the moonlight coming through the curtains. His hands again began to explore her form, as their lips came together. They kissed, they touched, and she reached for his already hard cock, stroking it slowly in her warm beautiful hands. His hands explored her breasts, teasing her nipples to hardness, and then followed the curve of her stomach, to the short landing strip leading him to her sex.
His fingers found her, wet, hot, open to his touch. When he finally did touch her, she nearly exploded. His fingers found her clit, and she gasped into his mouth, her head tossed back, her nipples becoming impossibly harder. Her fingers gripped his cock, squeezing, making him moan with her. The kiss broke as he pushed first one, then a second finger inside her, his thumb pressing down on her clit. Again, he kissed down her neck, quicker this time, the urgency to get her nipple in his mouth driving him on. His fingers slowly moving in and out of her, curled deep inside her, brushing over her g-spot with every slow stroke. Then it happened, she let go of his cock, grasping the bed sheets.
"Oh Zach, don't stop, oh god yes." Emma started talking, letting him know her orgasm was fast approaching, although, he could tell, her walls clenching, her hips arching down, trying to trap his fingers within her, to contain this feeling as her orgasm grew and then hit. It wasn't a huge orgasm, but it was enough. "I need you, now Zach," She commanded.
She grabbed his cock, guiding it to her opening. She looked up at him, a small tear forming in her eye. He smiled back at her and whispered, "I love you." Her hand released him and he pushed inside her, slowly. Their eyes were locked the entire time as he worked himself inside her, finally, their pelvises were touching.
Zach held himself there for a minute, looking deep into Emma's eyes, in the most intimate position a couple can be in. After a minute she began to whimper "Make love to me Zach." He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, her heels wrapping around his back, pulling him in tighter to her. Their mouths closed in together, tongues dancing wildly in her mouth, as his cock pushed deep into her, filling her more than anything she could remember. Every long stroke had his shaft pressing against her clitoris, her moans filling the air. The first orgasm was just a prelude to what was happening to her body now, her hands, grabbing his broad shoulders, her moans truncating the kisses, her nails digging into his back as the speed of their lovemaking increases. Emma's hips rising up to his thrusts. Zach's hips slamming down, his breathing becoming labored as the tension builds within him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
His kisses moving to her neck, to her ear, back to her neck, sucking gently, biting softly. "Oh god Emms, I'm gonna cum, cum with me."
"Zach, oh god, me too, just hold on a minute, wait for me!" As she says me, she launches off into her orgasm, bringing Zach with her. His hips slamming down, harder then ever, his thick cock expanding even more inside her as the cum shoots out of his cock, her walls spasming around his shaft. The combination of their orgasms, making each one more intense than normal. Finally, he feels her legs loosen; her fingernails pulled from his skin and he half collapses on her, showering little kisses all over her face. He was still hard inside her and rolled over, so she was on top of him. Their bodies were still wrapped together. His hands moving down to her ass, gripping it, pulling her slowly up and down his shaft.
The kiss broke and Emma sat up. Zach's entire eight and a half inches inside her. She began to rock her hips forward and back, the thick head hitting unknown places as her hands dug into his chest "Zach, you weren't joking, you are amazing" She blurted out, smiling down at him. "And you haven't even had your tongue in my pussy yet!" Emma turned bright red at this comment, an abnormal break from her sweet innocent self, but she couldn't help it. She planted herself up on her feet and began bobbing her body up and down on Zach's cock. "Oh God Zach, it's so big, I love your cock. I love you!" As she sent herself off into another orgasm. Her body was rocking up and down, back and forth, spasming like crazy. Her hands on her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she basically masturbated herself through her orgasm using his cock. As her body began to come down, he laid her gently on the bed, her eyes only half open.
"I think you need a little recovery time, just sit back and enjoy." Zach lay down next to her, his fingertips trailing little circles, curves and other designs over her body, raining light kisses on her. His hands would go across her chest, his kisses following, stopping to suck on a nipple or to circle her navel. He'd move his fingers down her legs, massaging her foot, kissing her toes, her body totally relaxed, his fingers would cross over her face, and his kisses would follow, lingering on her mouth, sucking her lip in slightly, then moving on. He was between her legs when his fingers passed over her sex, his kisses followed and stopped there, his tongue parting her lips, a long lick from the bottom of her slit up, stopping just short of her clit.
She looked down at him, her eyes begging to be licked, begging for his tongue to go that extra half an inch. Their eyes locked and she manages a whisper. "Please eat me Zach, please." That was all that needed to be said. His tongue darted across her clitoris, her hips bucked up to his mouth with the pressure. Then back down, putting her legs over his shoulders, pushing a finger slowly inside, then a second, slowly pumping in and out, curled, brushing over her g-spot with each slow stroke. He smiled up at her, then lowered his mouth, his lips encircling her clit, sucking it gently in as his tongue flashed over and over the tip, a slight hum going through his lips vibrating the pulsing nub. Her body relaxed and over stimulated, it wasn't long before she launched into another orgasm, this one the biggest yet, as Zach licked her clit, fingered her g-spot and hummed. Her pussy clenching his fingers, trying to pull them deeper, her thighs clamped around his head, hands grasping the bed sheets, pulling them tight, as her body arched into orgasm.
As she began to come down, he quickly pulled away, mounting her again, and driving his cock into her spasming pussy. Her orgasm arched again, his cock pushing deep and fast, her voice calling out to him "Fuck me Zach, make me cum again, Oh god!" He pounded his cock into her hard and fast, this vision of beauty below him, his dreams coming true again, he couldn't last, his cock exploded inside her again. It wasn't until after he started cumming that he was able to speak, calling out her name over and over "Oh EMMA, oh god Emma. Oh my god, so good, I love you."
After their orgasms subside, they lay down next to each other, kissing softly, their eyes growing heavy as the night deepens, the moon passing out of sight, reducing the light in the room. Emma rolled over, pressing herself against him, he curled up behind her, wrapping his arm around her, their bodies spooned perfectly together. "Good night Emma" "Good night Zach" She turned her head, shared one last kiss and she drifted off to sleep, safe and secure in his strong arms. He lay awake for a bit, smelling her hair, looking at her peaceful sleeping face in the waning moonlight, before he too fell asleep.