We have been email friends for over two years. You finally ask me out for a drink, but I need to go to you. You live and work in NYC and you know that I have always wanted to meet you face to face. You tell me what bar to meet you at and give me directions to get there.
After a two-hour train ride, and two hours of nothing but thinking about meeting you, I step through the door. You already told me where you would be sitting, so I knew right where to look for you.
I’m nervous to finally meet you, but I don’t want you to see it on my face. I hold my head high and walk straight to you. You turn your head and smile as you see me. You get up off the chair and step close to me. I extend my hand to you and we finally meet. Your grip is firm and solid and your hand holds mine a little longer than I expected.
You offer to finally buy me that drink that we have been talking about for so long.
For the first hour, we sit at the bar, sipping our drinks and talking. You are very, very good looking. Very handsome. The moment you shook my hand, I felt a connection. A fire.
I know that we are both aware of the electricity in the air as our legs bump and as our arms brush against each other. We drink slowly and allow the alcohol to mellow, but not enough to dull the senses. During a silence, you gaze into my eyes. You lean in to kiss me you but stop, teasing me and instead hold my eyes. Your one knee is between mine, slowly pushing against my thigh, making my legs open a bit as I sit on the high stool.
You smile as you continue to tease me and your hand goes around my upper waist, pulling me closer to you. Your fingers slightly brush the side of my breast. That simple touch sends my senses reeling.
You lean in and breathe into my ear, ” I know are getting wetter. I am going to take your panties home with me tonight.”
My breath catches in my throat and I let out a small sigh.
After a minute or so, you break the moment and take my hand and lead me to the pool tables in the back. We shoot pool and order two more drinks. You enjoy watching my breasts and legs as I lean over the table and you make certain that I know that you do. When it is your turn, you pass me and mention that you are not the only one enjoying the show. I smile and bend over to pick up the cue chalk off of the floor.
After another hour, the music starts up and I notice the bar has become very crowded. We move to the dance floor and you put your hands on my hips and pull me into you. I can feel your hard cock pressing into me.
You whisper, “I can feel the heat from your cunt.”
Another electric current goes through me as your lips brush the nape of my neck.
After dancing, we go to a booth instead of the bar and sit close to one other. After another drink, you lean over and brush the hair from my eyes. You finally lean into me and kiss me. Deep. Tongues probing. The kind of kiss that you feel everywhere. You put your hand on my knee. Your kiss is nothing like anything I have ever tasted. So sweet. So hot. So needy.
You take your lips from mine. You look right into my eyes and say, “Touch me. Stroke me until I cum hard here in this booth. Until I cum in your hand.”
I moan as my hand gropes at your pants. Your hand moves up my inner thigh as I begin to tremble…
You kiss me again and when my fingers wrap around your bulge, you bite down hard on my lower lip. I squeeze your cock through your thin pants and your hand grabs the inside of my thigh, digging your nails into my flesh.
“Yessss,” you hiss in my ear and thrust your hips upwards to meet my hand.
You pull back a little bit so you can look directly into my eyes as I rub your cock.
I feel you swell beneath me. I squeeze your shaft. I grab your balls and massage them. I press my fingers and my palm into your hard cock.
I watch you as I please you. I see the strain in your face as you try to keep yourself from cumming.
I move my hand from your cock and reach for both of your hands. I pull you up and lead you to the rear of the bar.
I step into the small bathroom and pull you into the room with me. I lock the door and quickly devour your mouth with mine, biting your lips running my hands up your back, under your shirt clawing your skin with my nails. You push me back and look at me with this smirk on your face.
I push you up against the door and unbutton your shirt.
I kiss your neck, nip your skin with my teeth and trail my tongue down your stomach to the belt on your pants.
I get on my knees in front of you.
I look up at you as you put your hands on the top of my head and weave your fingers through my hair. I unbuckle your belt and unbutton your pants. I unzip you and pull your pants down to your ankles.
Your cock is so hard and swollen. The tip is very purple and glossy. I look up at you as I lick my lips.
You are watching me. Waiting.
I shake as I look into your eyes and I slowly take every inch of you deep into my mouth. You groan out loud as I begin to feverishly suck your hard cock as if you were my last meal. You begin to move, pushing yourself deeper into my throat, fucking my mouth. I can feel your cock throbbing. I move my tongue up and down your veiny shaft and swirl the tip of my tongue around your swollen, purple head. I feel your body relax and your grip tighten on my head. I pull my mouth from you and lick the first drops of cum from your cockhead.
I look right up at you as I lick the cum from my lips. I rise to my feet and you pull your pants back up and situate yourself. I can feel the very wet spot between my legs. I unlock to door and tell you to meet me back at the table in a few minutes.
I lean up against the door after you leave. I take a few deep breaths and get myself together. I look at myself in the mirror and notice the pink flush in my cheeks. I splash a little cold water on my face.
I walk back to the table and sit back down. You move close to me and say, “You better have those panties for me.”
I look right at you and say, “I’m not wearing any.”
You smile and whisper, “You tease. Now…it’s your turn.”
You put your hand on my knee and look deep into my eyes as your fingers slowly slide up my thigh. You lean into me and breathe into my ear. You don’t say anything. You just breathe. You hand moves towards the insides of my trembling thighs. You hold your hand there and continue to breathe. You tease me with your needy, raspy breath. Your hand moves up even further to the crease in my thigh so close to my hot cunt. I start to shake.
I am now aware of my own labored breathing.
You finally speak. “You don’t like being teased, do you?”
My mouth is dry. My breath is coming in short, ragged gasps. My entire body is shaking. I need to have your hand on my hot cunt. I need to have your fingers in me. I need you to feel how dripping wet you have made me.
You ask, “How bad do you want to be touched?”
All I can do is let out a moan.
“How bad do you need to cum?” you ask.
I groan out loud.
I gasp as your hand cups my cunt and presses against my wetness.
“Mmmmm” you say. “You really have made a mess of yourself, haven’t you?”
I am visibly shaking as you take your hand from my aching cunt.
You smile at me and sit back in your chair and sip your drink. You continue to watch me as I try to get myself under control.
You let me stew for a few minutes then lean into me to kiss me. I can almost taste how bad you want me on your tongue. You pull away from me, look at your watch and say, “It’s almost 2. Let’s get you home.”
I just smile at you and let you help me with my coat.
We walk the few blocks to the train station in silence.
There is an undeniable sexual tension in the air.
I still need you to touch me, to take me, to fuck me.
You wait with me and kiss me as my train comes into the station. You turn and walk away as I climb the steps and settle into my seat.
The train begins to move and after I hand my ticket to the conductor, I remove my coat and place it over my lap.
I put my hand down the front of my pants and within minutes, I explode and gasp out load. Loud enough for the man in the seat in front of me to turn around and look at me. I smile at him as I finally close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
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