You may have read Bob’s version of our first time together (“Love in the Time of Coronavirus”). Here is mine.

He left out a lot of the things that are really important to me: how we met; what attracted me to him; how we came to feel that the connection between us was meaningful.

I met Bob on a dating site for people looking for an affair. Although I’m divorced, I’ve found that the men on more conventional dating sites are not the kinds of guys I like. For one thing, I’m polyamorous, and have no interest in dealing with jealousy or possessiveness. Guys on conventional dating sites definitely don’t get me. Of course, most of the guys on the site I like don’t get me either – they typically want to fool around with multiple women, but don’t want their girlfriends to have multiple lovers. It’s actually pretty hard to find guys who are truly are polyamorous – or even who understand the concept.

Bob is one of those guys who really gets that I’m able to care about multiple people, to enjoy having intimate, long-term relationships with multiple people. More important, he is as lacking in jealousy and possessiveness as I am. He is the rare lover I can talk with about my other lovers. I’m a little in awe of him, as he has lived a polyamorous lifestyle for decades. I have a greater number of intimate relationships right now than he does. But the length and variety of his experiences dwarf mine. At one point in our messages back and forth, I became concerned that my sexual preferences are too “vanilla” for him. But, happily, he was able to reassure me on that point.

Because of coronavirus lockdowns and other circumstances, we were unable to meet for months after we had decided that we wanted to be lovers. We had realized early on that we were highly compatible emotionally and psychologically, and had both written a lot about the kind of relationship we wanted to have. Knowing from the beginning that he was polyamorous as well made me feel that we might be kindred spirits in many ways. A couple of my other lovers, while knowing that I’m polyamorous, actually display a fair amount of jealousy because of my feelings for other men. So I’ve learned to be very guarded about what I say to the men that I enjoy and care for so much. With Bob, it was different. He was curious about my other lovers, but did not push me to talk about them. And when I did say something that provided a glimpse of my appreciation of one of them, Bob was pleased for me, happy for me. That is rare – and it helped me to develop a sense of intimacy with him that went far beyond anything I’d ever developed with most of the men I’ve taken as lovers – and this all happened before we’d ever been physically together.

So it was that the strength of our connection grew and grew over time, in spite of the fact that circumstances kept us from meeting. While it was frustrating in some ways, we had gotten to know and understand each other with a depth that still seems extraordinary.

Bob’s preference was that we meet for the first time over dinner or drinks. But after the long buildup to our meeting, I was so certain we were a good fit that I felt it would be a waste of time to have a getting-to-know-you session. I knew with certainty that we would be great together – and I didn’t want to wait for one minute longer than I had to.

So when the day finally arrived, Bob agreed the best plan was for me to visit him in his hotel room. In the event, he answered my knock at his hotel-room door almost instantly, as if he had been waiting by the door for me to arrive. His smile told me that he was pleased with how I looked. I was pleased with him too. In fact, he looked better than his pictures – more distinguished and quite elegant, with a natural and engaging smile.

It seemed the most natural thing in the world that we were quickly in each other’s arms. That first embrace, and that first quiet, affectionate kiss, felt so perfectly right. We were like lovers who had been together for years, who had been apart for only a brief interval, who took our mutual affection and desire for granted. But after Bob closed and locked the door, we fell into each other’s arms again – and our open mouths found each other. The wellsprings of our desire burst through the restraints of decorum and modesty. We began touching each other in intimate places without any further preliminaries. Bob’s fingers were soon inside of my sopping-wet pussy – and my hand was soon grasping his rock-hard cock.

I sat down on the bed, pulled Bob’s cock out of his underwear and immediately engulfed it with my mouth. I cupped his balls lightly with one hand and grasped the lower part of his cock with the other, then began pumping his beautiful tool of pleasure! We had shared intimate pictures; so there were few mysteries about his cock other than how it would taste and how it would feel when he was inside of me. It was clean-shaven, which made it more enticingly erotic to me, and is nicely shaped and proportioned, large without being too big for comfort. I enjoy sucking the cocks of my lovers – the textures of their skin, the taste, the way that a large cock fills my mouth, the feel of a cock thickening and hardening in my mouth when my lover gets excited about what I’m doing to him ... I can get lost in the rhythm of pumping my mouth up and down on the cock of a man I care about. And all that happened to me with Bob.

I was in that moment, getting pleasure and enjoying giving it, taking Bob’s cock deep into my throat, consumed by the rhythm of it, when Bob put his hands on both sides of my head, caressingly but firmly, and made me stop. I had felt his cock swell in my mouth, and knew that he was close to cumming. It excited me; I wanted to feel his cum gushing into my mouth; I wanted to drink it down, to absorb it into my body, to make it mine. I would have treasured the ultimate intimacy of that moment.

It was for that very reason that Bob made me stop. I now know that he thought it would be too much too soon, that his own rhythm would be interrupted if he had a huge orgasm this early on. Though it was hard to stop when we were both surging forward to a desired moment, even then I could sense what he felt about it. So, with only a little reluctance, I pulled my mouth off of his cock and squeezed the base of it with both hands, to help him suppress the shuddering urge to blast his cum down my throat.

He pulled his cock beyond my reach by kneeling down before me. Sliding his hands beneath my skirt, he grabbed the elastic band on my panties and pulled my panties down over my hips and along the length of my thighs and calves. I helped him complete the process of removing my panties by lifting my feet higher, and was a little surprised when he took my feet into his hands and gave lingering kisses with tongue and lips to both insteps. He went on to kiss both ankles, the fronts and outsides of both of my calves, and the insides of my calves, which led me to spread my legs invitingly. I felt an urgency in my pussy, and wanted him to kiss his way quickly along the insides of my legs and get to the critical place. But he lingered over the tops of my thighs, then lifted my legs, pushing me back onto the bed, and kissed the undersides of my thighs, from behind my knees, which tickled just a bit, all the way to the juncture of my thighs with my ass. I was still eager for him to get to my pussy, but was enjoying the sensations he was giving me so much that I could not feel impatient. It helped that I could sense the delight he was getting from experiencing my legs this way. I enjoyed the sensation that my thighs were being appreciated and admired in a way that was entirely new to me.

While he was kissing the backs of my thighs, not far from my pussy, his hands released my legs and began moving toward my tummy and then my breasts. I took advantage of the moment to spread and lower my legs, so that his lips and tongue were on the insides of my thighs, right next to my waiting pussy. I offered my body to him with no hesitation, for him to take me when and as he wanted.

He caressed my tummy with one hand, while reaching the other under my back to unclasp my bra. While his lips and tongue continued caressing and exploring the shaved areas above and beside my labia, his hands cupped and fondled my breasts and occasionally tweaked one or both of my nipples.

When – finally! – he touched the tip of his tongue lightly against my clit, he made me moan out loud and quiver all over. He began to press his tongue repeatedly against my clit while continuing to fondle my breasts and my nipples. At intervals he sucked my clit between his lips and squeezed it. The sensations were extraordinary, mind-blowing! I began to rotate my hips, trying to press my clit against his mouth. With astonishing suddenness, I found myself elevated to a high state of arousal, on the verge of cumming. The fondling of my breasts and the erotic dance of his lips and tongue on my clit were magical! I grabbed his head and pressed his lips harder against my clit while continuing to rotate my hips. Soon I was cumming, and cumming hard! The intensity of my orgasm and the short time it took to get to this point had my head spinning. I was both amazed and gratified.

What surprised me even more was that he didn’t stop kissing and licking my clit, though he did slow the pace considerably. He also never stopped caressing and fondling my breasts and nipples. I was so relaxed I felt like I was sinking into the bed.

Relaxed though I was, I soon began to feel my passion rising again. His hands slid down to cup my ass cheeks and to lift them. I lifted my own hands from the bed, where they had fallen, and began twirling my fingers in his hair. At that moment, he thrust two fingers easily into my relaxed, wet pussy, and began rubbing my g-spot. I lost all sense of time passing – in fact, I believe I lost all consciousness of anything other than his tongue pressing on my clit and his fingers pressing my g-spot. But I know it wasn’t long before I could feel myself rising toward an extraordinary orgasm. My body spasmed, my head lifted from the bed, my back tightened and arched, my thigh muscles quivered as I spread and lifted my legs. I was gasping and crying out with joy and pleasure! Ah, it had been so long since I had come like this! It was thrilling, joyful, sensational! And I kept on cumming and cumming. Bob never stopped kissing my clit and rubbing my g-spot, but gradually reduced the pressure and speed as my orgasm gradually eased off, descending from spectacular heights to an aftermath of sensual contentment. At that point, Bob was merely touching my clit and g-spot with his lips and fingers. He remained in that intimate contact with me until all of my shuddering, light aftershocks had faded away.

I was in a sort of never-neverland, both gratified and amazed at what had happened. Two powerful, long-lasting orgasms within minutes of arriving in Bob’s hotel room! I had been sure that we would be good together, that the eroticism and the passion we had shared in words would be equally compelling in the flesh. But he had exceeded my high expectations of how intensely he would please me.

When I had finally come down from the aftershock phase, Bob untangled himself from my legs and we both finished undressing. We got under the covers and I reached for his now semi-erect cock, eager to return the favors he had so generously bestowed on me. But Bob had other ideas, holding me closely and keeping my mouth occupied with kissing his lips instead of sucking on his big cock. I admitted to myself that it was good to lie quietly together for a while. This was really our first opportunity to talk to each other face-to-face. I knew that he wasn’t finished making love with me yet; so it was with a sense of anticipating more fleshly joys to come that I rested my head on his chest and we began to talk.

I have no specific memories of what we talked about, only a general sense that we caught each other up on the things that were going on in our lives, especially since our last, newsy email messages. We were relaxed, and we were happy.

Our conversation drifted into companionable, wordless communication. With my head on his chest, I could hear his heart beating slowly, steadily. He had one arm around me and was ceaselessly caressing me all over with the other hand – my ass and the one breast that wasn’t pressed against his chest came in for special attention. I lay there unmoving, with one leg resting on both of his, just enjoying the closeness. The flesh-on-flesh contact with Bob from my toes to my forehead felt like an unceasing sensual indulgence.

After lying quietly for a while, I lifted my head and kissed him lightly on the corner of his mouth. He turned his head slightly so that we were face-to-face, looking into each other’s eyes from inches apart. His gaze was soft and loving, yet also revealed the intensity of his desire. He was ready for more. We suddenly, as one, pressed our open mouths together passionately. I reached for his cock and found that it was already rock-hard, swollen and throbbing lightly in time to his pulse!

My desire for his cock was overwhelming – but it was his desire for me that fueled our next moments. He pulled my hand off his cock so that he could quickly roll on a condom. He grabbed me and rolled me onto my back, pulling me into a crouched position over his cock. I don’t remember grabbing his cock, but do remember holding it with its tip pressed against my pussy lips, pausing to enjoy its thickness and its rock-hard strength. And I remember the sensations as I slid my pussy slowly down its long length. This is the moment that shines most powerfully in my memory of that delicious time we had together that day. My pussy was tingling as it was filled, inch by beautiful inch. I remember that his eyes were shut tight as he savored the tight grip of my pussy. His cock felt immense as I pushed myself down and around it – I could feel the walls of my pussy being extended as I engulfed his big, beautiful instrument of pleasure! I remember sighing with released joy and pleasure as I sank down on my knees and pressed my clit against his body, feeling him at that moment so deep inside of me, filling me so pleasurably!

I rose up on my knees, so that just the very tip of his cock was barely penetrating my inner labia, then sank slowly down again, savoring the feeling of his hardness pushing against the walls of my pussy. I closed my eyes as I continued riding slowly up and down on his stiff pole. At the bottom of each down stroke, I paused momentarily, savoring the feeling of being filled to the very depths with delectable, living cock!

On one particularly long pause at the maximum extension of his cock inside of me, I felt very close to cumming, and leaned over and kissed him to savor this moment, right on the edge. He tilted his face up and pressed his lips against mine as fiercely as I was pressing my loins against his. He then suddenly sat up and lifted and pulled my legs around him so that my feet were now behind his ass, and all my weight suddenly seemed to be resting on two contact points – my clit against his tummy, and the deepest part of my pussy, my cervix, on the tip of his long, thick, hard tool! He grabbed my ass with both hands and began pulling me hard onto his cock so that it felt like my pussy was being stretched even more, then began rocking my ass back and forth, ramming his cock into me over and over again.

I put my arms around his neck and leaned my head back, my mind and my body suffused with the pleasure, the ecstasy of the moment. It was so intensely exciting to feel so much pressure through the entire depth of my pussy, as well as against my clit and my labia. Our bodies were moving in total harmony with each other. It was dance! It was music! It was art! Everything beautiful was gathered into these moments of intense yet seemingly effortless movement! I was blissfully happy, enthralled by the sensations from all over my body that were overwhelming my mind. My passion was building and building to a point of almost-unbearable ecstasy. I knew I was going to cum, and cum gloriously!

And then it happened. My body spasmed and my mind was flooded with thrilling sensations. I pulled Bob’s chest fiercely against my breast while my legs clenched around his waist. Bob’s hands were gripping my ass tightly, holding me so that his cock was penetrating further up into my throbbing pussy. I felt distended by the mass of him inside of me. My mind held an image of my body being filled to the bursting point with a man-meat pole of immense length and thickness! We were a knot of love and passion, as my pussy pulsed in sync with the throbbing of his cock.

So we remained, locked in a passionate embrace, with him thrusting upward into me rhythmically while I ground my pussy down onto his cock,. We were thoroughly, completely as one in that moment; our minds and hearts were pressing together and merging, just as our bodies were. We were joined in every dimension, in tune with one another, experiencing each other’s tumultuous joy as if it were our own. Oh, it was sexual – deeply, satisfyingly, mind-blowingly sexual – but it was so much more than that. Our pleasures and our joys were merged just as our minds, hearts and bodies were. In that moment, it would have been impossible to separate us physically, and it would have been equally impossible even to define the borders between our emotional and mental selves.

After a few minutes when we were in continuous motion, a single writhing mass of passion, the aftershocks of my orgasm came to an end and we were both still. We had been kissing each other hungrily but intermittently throughout the time his cock was buried in my pussy. Now we settled into a kiss that was more like a caress – soft, lingering, quiet, gentle. Somehow we reached in that kiss a new kind of intimacy, not as intense as when we were both cumming, but somehow equally satisfying. We were each pouring our emotions into each other, taking nothing, yet getting everything. No longer were we searching for each other, striving for oneness; we were joined totally, we were merged.

Such moments are meant for lingering, and for serenity. But they are not meant to last indefinitely. His cock remained fully engorged within me, a bulky presence that made me feel satisfyingly full to the uttermost limits of comfort and satisfaction. It was a part of me, like my heart and my lungs, not an intruding object. This mutual consciousness of enjoying our own bodies spread from our loins to other parts. Because of the connection of our minds, we were experiencing so many sensations together. We both felt the sensations of my nipples and breasts pressed against his chest. We both felt the areas where the insides of my legs gripped his chest and sides, the contact points where my arms were around his neck, his hands cupped my ass, making me feel the supple curves as if I were caressing them, our lips and tongues searching and caressing.

As that consciousness grew, our bodies began to stir and move again. Bob grabbed a pillow, held it against my ass, and rolled over on top of me, so that my ass was lifted, resting on the pillow. That changed the angle of his cock in my pussy so that it suddenly was even deeper inside of me!

My thighs were still gripping his upper body, just as they had been when I was on top of him, only now his cock was plumbing the depths of my pussy instead of rising high up into me. My calves had moved a bit, though, and were now resting on his ass, which was rotating as he ground his thrilling, big cock into my pussy and his body against my clit. My arms, instead of being around his neck, were now under his arms and around his back, holding him to me lightly. I was struck by a visual image of how beautifully and gracefully our bodies were bound together by these multiple areas of contact. We were both sighing with pleasure, sounds that were sweet music.