Eating Out

Smiling wistfully, I lay down the cell phone. The night was here. After months of long distance teasing, erotic thoughts shared over the internet, and agonizingly sexy phone calls, we were to finally meet. I pull up in front of her house, crumple the printed map, and reach across to the passenger seat for the clutch of flowers I had brought. Exiting the car, I close the door softly so as not to give away my presence too soon. I stand in front of the car, still for a moment, the ticking of the cooling engine loud in the early evening air. Looking around, I soak in the brick facade of her home, exactly as I had envisioned it from the house plans she had sent me.

I smile wryly to myself. Soaking it all in? Or just summoning the courage to actually move to the door. Probably a little of both, but I've come too far to back away now. Laughing softly, I stride purposefully to the door and ring the door bell. I hear the click of heels on the floor, louder and louder until the door finally swings open and you finally stand before me in the flesh. I can't help the smile that comes to my face as I look you over, and I hear the same nervous giggle from our first telephone conversation as you watch my eyes move from head to toe. You're wearing one of the outfits you've described to me in the past. A light pink silk shirt that’s cut low in the front, but not too revealing. A multi-layered, cream colored, flippy little skirt that comes several inches above your knees in length. It’s the same soft silk as your shirt, and the pale colors deepen the color of your tanned skin. The sandals you've chosen are in the same shade of pink as your blouse, with tall thin heels that accentuate your long legs. Reaching out, you grab my free hand, and pull me gently across the threshold.

"Hey baby," I say, as I wrap my arm around your waist and pull you to me.

"Hey yourself, handsome." Your eyes twinkle, and I can tell that you are pleased by what you see as well. Your slender arms wrap around my neck, and you tilt your head to the side as my lips close over yours. Our tongues dance playfully, and teeth gently nibble and tease lips which have waited far too long to touch. You moan softly into my mouth, and I know it is but the first of many I hope to hear this evening.

But it's effect on me is electrifying. You already know how I love to hear you breathe. To hear you moan. To hear you push to orgasm, and cum hard in my ear. And that first simple moan is like a door opening to the rest of our weekend together. And I'm slightly embarrassed, but not, by the bulge starting to grow, and press against your firm stomach as we kiss and hold one another. Sparing me though, you pull back slowly, eyes twinkling, and reach out your arms.

"Awwwww, honey. For me?"

"Yes, Doe," I laugh. "All for you."

Smiling a decidedly wicked grin you take the flowers and turn around quickly . The short skirt flips back into place as you walk the bouquet to the kitchen. I follow, thinking the view from behind is just as good as you looked from the front. Long tanned legs accentuated by the heels, lead up to a gorgeous, perfect, round bottom.

Following down the hall, we come out into your kitchen, where you are bending over trying to get one of your vases from it's storage place in the lower cabinet.

"These are gorgeous, John. Don't want them wilting before we get back."

"Sweetheart, YOU are gorgeous."

You blush, but you are smiling as you fill the vase with water, and slide the long stems of the flowers gently into the slender opening. You turn and place the vase of flowers on the island, before turning to look at me again. You giggle nervously, but look me in the eyes as I close the small gap between us.

"It is so nice to be here," I say as I pull you close and kiss you once again, softly and briefly.

"It's nice to finally have you here, baby."

You smile and bat your flirty eyes at me. Wanting to stretch this moment a little longer, I take your waist in my hands and lift you to sit you on the kitchen island. Your arms wrap around my neck and you lean down slightly to kiss me, opening your warm mouth to me and kissing me deeply. I stand beside you, your legs both on my right side for several moments until our need begins to overcome both of us. I move slightly to press my body against yours, as your right knee slides across my stomach opening your legs to me. My arms wrap around your back and waist as we kiss and I can feel your firm breasts against my chest. I hear one of your shoes hit the floor and then feel the soft touch of your toes slipping up the back of my left leg. Up to my upper thigh they travel, as you open yourself to me, the hardness of your pubic bone pressing against the muscles of my stomach.

After kissing for several more minutes, I finally, reluctantly pull back. As I do, I see the flush in your cheeks and the look of lust in your eyes that I've dreamed of seeing for months.

"Ummm, Doe, I do have dinner reservations for us."