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For Rick...Who I Never Met
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For Rick...Who I Never Met I could hear the pounding thump in my chest. It sounded as though I'd been sprinting on the treadmill. This time it was just due to pure adrenaline. Anticipation mixed with fear. What would the next couple of hours be like? I thought you wanted to meet briefly, but you invited me over, and something in me said "yes". What was I doing? And how did I ever get to this place. Crossing the street I ascended the 2 small steps ahead of your front door. Hoping no one in passing cars saw me, I looked one last time over my shoulder. Standing close to the door and not daring to turn around again, I pushed the doorbell. There was an uncomfortable silence for what probably was a minute. It felt like forever. Briefly, I considered whether I should take this last chance to turn and run. The sounds of you approaching and the noisy latch quickly refocused my attention. Even so, my racing thoughts completely blocked out the noise of the street. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, in an almost dream-like, surreal state. The sequence of events in the next few seconds would normally be of no significance, but the unfamiliarity, mixed with my intense anticipation, gave them a whole new life: the sounds of someone approaching a door, the small pause as I saw a shadow cross the privacy window. You checked who would be there, knowing that I might have been photoshopped, but instantly you relaxed. Before I arrived, you tossed the whole uncomfortable idea of having a girl from the internet walk into your house. You felt as if you already knew me, because of all the notes I'd sent. The door opens. A bright shaft of light widened as the door's rusty hinge squealed. It revealed me nervously standing. You smiled, "Hi, and welcome". "May I come in? It's cold", I chattered. You said with a deviant grin, "of course, I've been waiting for the first kiss". I wasn't expecting that just yet. I was sure you'd mix a drink, check me over, "decide" if there was chemistry. I was entirely wrong. "Can I shut the door first though?". "Of course" I said...my voice a bit shaky. I turned slightly, spotting my car parked in front of your house. That sensible voice in my head said, "the door is still open, you either stay or go, but you have exactly 2 seconds to decide". My eyes met yours. Something seemed regular and gentle about you. You had never speculated or said gamey things to me. "Come on, it's cold" and you reached across, lightly brushing me, and pulled the door shut...a gust of cold air hit my legs and blew up my skirt. Follow me, lets go in here. I walked behind you... Following single file behind you, we passed some stairs. I inhaled deeply, trying to focus on your scent. I tried to gracefully lower myself on your leather couch when you said "I'll be back, I have your drink ready in the kitchen". Jesus Christ, Ms. Never Nervous was SO nervous. I looked to the top of some stairs, I could see a hallway and wondered what your bed was like. Were your sheets clean? Did they smell like your woodsy cologne? What a dumb thing to wonder at a time like this---I thought to myself, clean sheets geesh. I'm here for a drink...maybe a movie. "He might not like me"...still played in my head. . When you returned with the lemon martini, I was a bit flattered. You remember my drink. Sheepishly, you got on your knees right in front of me and said, let's do one of those wrap around sips like I did at one of my weddings. I laughed. You were pretty cute personality-wise too---I was very attracted to you physically just like I was when first seeing your picture. We'd gone from the door to wrapping arms in 4 minutes. Taking another gulp of martini, I consciously forced myself to relax. I have no idea what we talked about for the next 30 minutes. It’s all still a blur. I do recall wondering why you weren't sitting next to me...you were more sprawled on the floor...talking up to me as I sat on the couch. "Why am I in a skirt", that<b> mantra </font></b>played in my head. I was very conscious of your view up it, I was pretty sure you didn't have any...so I kept my legs together and tilted my body to the right. Your being so far below me felt a little bit strange. I finally said "you can sit next to me, I won't bite". Oh god, what a dumb thing to say. You said right away, "I like sitting and laying on the floor, sorry I can sit there if you want". "oh you're fine, I like the floor too", ughh, that sounded so dorky and strained. Why couldn't I talk? I'm Ms. Talk-a-Thon. You flashed me your italian/hispanic smile...whatever the hell you were--- you had darker skin than me. Why didn't I know that, I must have forgotten to ask. Right then, the glaring smile made me nearly slide off the couch into your lap. I'm not sure what led to the next question. "Can I kiss you?". I paused as if processing the question before I responded "How about letting me kiss you". I could tell you weren't expecting that response, yet you raised your eyebrows with a bit of a twinkle, "Of course, but I thought it took two...can't I kiss you back?". "Lets see, how about I get to lead?". It was about to start, and I was comfortably ready. You remembered my telling you that I loved kissing. At some point, maybe because of the martini, I settled down entirely. Reaching over I touched your face. My fingers dancing across your face. I kissed you over and over, and traced the outline of your lips with my finger. Taking your head into both my hands, my fingers began to travel through your hair. You were looking up at me still, one arm leaning near me on the couch, a straight glimpse at my cleavage as I leaned towards you. Briefly my face brushed just close enough, not allowing my lips near your mouth, but intentionally away from it. I moved my hands through your hair and clutched the back of your head as I began to suck your top and bottom lip. Each separately, then sucking them together. You feel my teeth play along...not really a nip or bite, just enhancing the resistance. I released it, starting over. Your lips part and open, but I backtrack to your cheeks, your eyes, your ears, your forehead, back to the lips again--- finally tasting your spit on my tongue. My lips wander ever so slowly. Feeling well grazed, you stare at me. You are quiet and patient as I thoroughly transfer your image through my mouth and lips. Your likeness is mimeographed in my mind so that when I leave, I can remember the slope of your cheek, your nose, the unshaven route where the stubble of your beard helped form your silhouette, the neck I would nestle into, the taste of you. My kisses grew hungrier. My tongue delicately spins around yours. For a quick moment it is awkward-until we find the rhythm. I'm not rushing; you are keenly aware of my determination to arouse you. Withdrawing slightly, the suction between our mouths gets stronger, the slurping noises my mouth is making grow louder---again I suck your lips with mine, kissing you so thoroughly that you feel your hardness. For a second you touch yourself, more rearranging, wanting the clothes to be off. There is enthusiasm in my kissing, it separates me from the others---nothing gloats 'casual romp' here. Abruptly I pause, looking through you...seeing the lust sparkle in your eyes. Good, your first wandering kiss...I did well, I loved kissing you, time for me to move on. Now on the floor, I am loose in your arms. You want to guide me, and pull me in. You know I'm different than the other girls. You wonder for a fleeting second about my age. Oh they all claim that a woman a little older is 'seasoned', but by golly---this one has you smitten. The kiss is a dance with me. Reluctantly, you allow me to lead. I jerked--- distracted, as you cupped the back of my neck. My eyes abruptly flash you a warning. In your face I see hesitation. "What was that about" you wondered. You want the control back; and reluctantly you try guiding me---ever so slightly. Again my eyes flash your direction, and following the path--you finally stop yourself. You have agreed to let me have what I want from you---I was doing the kissing, you reminded yourself. It's a struggle resisting the urge to pull me in hard against you. I curl my lips slightly and smile---I'm so close to your mouth that I breathe your air. So to remember the scent, I inhale again, and you hear the depth of my exhale. I haven't spoken much, but hearing that exhale, stirs you. That slight sound from me, drove you nuts. You longed to hear more from me, but you stay still, letting me enjoy this. I heard your silent thoughts racing, and they aroused me. I feel my own wetness, not with my hand---between my legs, I just know when I’m warm and slippery. It’s an aching sensation. Your cologne lingers in the air, and for a brief second I'm confused where I want to go next. I'd like to find the spots where you rubbed the cologne, so I can taste its sweet bitterness with my tongue. I taste some saltiness on you, and I remind myself that I’ll get every inch, eventually. You breathe deeper yourself, wanting to lead from here. You wonder how much it takes to get me wet. I haven't felt your hardness yet, but I guess it is there, and I hope you ache to touch me. Our minds seem to mingle briefly as we both wonder about the dancing sensations of my tongue meeting your cock. I reach for your hand, the kissing is still so slow. Gingerly I kiss each fingertip. When I'm done you stroke my lips with your whole hand, fingers parted. I reach both of my hands to yours and begin to knead your palms now. I take my time, wrapping each finger and squeeze each firmly from your palm to your fingertip. Finally, I place your hand on my breasts over my top. You want to feel my bare skin, yet your thumb feels the obvious pucker of my nipple. You know I have a mission so you leave your hands resting where I placed them. I begin to unbutton your shirt. My hand sweeps across your nipple; my unbuttoning moves downward, close to your hardness. I'm playing a bit with you now, and you smile at me, mostly humored by the sexy in me. I leave your shirt partially on while I roll and gently pinch each of your nipples. As you start to wonder about this sensation my mouth briefly sucks one. Then the other. Lifting my head, I finally pull off your shirt, leaving you there still in the jeans. Through your pants I touch you. I stroke your cock with one hand, and fumble with the button, finally getting it. You hear the zipper and feel my warm hand wrap around you cock. I'm kissing down the center of you. You hear me say, "you can tell me how you like this if you want". You're not sure how to respond as I stroke you. Finally you utter "you're doing fine". I 'm more than ready to go down on you...working my tongue, mouth and lips around your thickness. I suck and stroke your shaft. My tongue bathes your balls in warmth and wetness. You watch me. I like that you're watching me so intently. Occasionally I stop, which drives you nuts. I just want to hold it off a bit longer, I like the control. The first time is usually quick, but you're sure you can get hard again. No question. You try very hard to control yourself . I feel you're very ready so I guide both of your hands to my head so you can guide me to thrust deeper. I gagged a few times, but it didn't interrupt my rhythm. You resist pushing down on my head until you feel yourself ready to peak. You hear me gagging again...and you plunge one last time, blowing a load of cum deep in the back of my throat. You're not sure it was a nice thing to do because of the gagging, but when you see my expression you got the message, ‘girl likes giving head’. You knew I swallowed, and you saw me lapping at your head, anxiously wanting the last delicious drops. Your body went limp, needing a moment to recover, but definitely ready to taste me .......You roll on your side, stroking my face and mouth, fingering my breasts, anxious to take off my clothes and relish me back.... the end wanderingkiss In All My Galore... |
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Ummmm WOW!!!
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Very hot and sensual, the work of a woman who knows how to explore the full extent of passions, and how to enjoy the journey as well as the destination.
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5/8/2008 10:12 pm |
You should be a writer. I felt that I was there!
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5/9/2008 10:11 pm |
Splendid piece of writing. Very erotic and arousing without being stupidly pornographic.
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You are multi dimensional and never stop amazing me.
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YOUSSERS!!!!!!!!!! need i say more!!!
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8/21/2008 4:11 pm |
All I can say is WOW!! Ready for part 2. And I am so mad at my mother for not naming me Rick! LOL..
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11/27/2008 12:36 am |
  
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2/14/2009 10:33 pm |
wow youre mastery of the English language is refreshing and youre ability to tell a sexy story is unique.Keep up the good work!!
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5/3/2009 7:03 am |
Your story is written in such an articulate way, that it portrays a vivid picture w/ the mastery of van Gogh, Picasso, Degas, and the other greats. You should keep a collection of your work (if you haven't already), and publish them as a series of shorts, or linked together as a novella in one of those paperback romance books.
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5/19/2009 5:14 pm |
Great story! The anticipation of an encounter is well captured and the power of a kiss, well portrayed!
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Wonderful story! Are you into role playing? Maybe we can expand the script! If we do, you will have to bite....LOL Do you have more? As always polite comment, rants and musings are appreciated....all others take a hike  RD
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thank you. I thought alot about that guy. Silly I guess. *shrug* wanderingkiss In All My Galore...
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