Theirs was not the typical first meeting, but then there was nothing typical about either one of them. They were a man and a woman, strangers, yet lovers. They had never touched, never kissed, never stood together in the same room, but in their hearts and minds they were as bound together as a couple married throughout eternity. They knew that when they came together physically for the first time, it would be a momentous and unique occasion.....
He had received the call at noon. She was there. She had arrived and, as planned, got herself from the airport to the hotel and was there waiting for him.
"Come now." That was all she'd said.
During the ten minute cab ride to the hotel he had time to ponder just what it was they were doing, but he pondered nothing, thinking only "Finally...finally."
She'd left a room key at the concierge's desk as promised. He realized as he strode towards her room that he was terrified. His heart was slamming against his chest wall like a bird trying to escape through the glass of a closed window, his nerves thrumming like a livewires as he stood before her door and slipped the key into the lock. When he opened the door into the dimly lit room and saw her perched on the high bed his fear and nervousness vanished like nightmares do at break of day.
They stared at one another for a long, breathless moment. She had dressed up for him. Her short lace chemise was of some opaque black material, figured in roses, edged with delicate pale pink lace. Beneath it he could see a scant black bra cupping the sweet swell of her breasts. Another scrap of black lace served as panties, and cinched around her waist were black with-pink-lace-edged suspenders attached to sheer black stockings. Shiny black strappy sandals with impossibly high heels cradled her feet. A long lock of hair hung over one shoulder, curling down the whiteness of her arm like a stream of molten copper on moonlit snow. Even in the faint lamplight he could see the lambent turquoise of her eyes, set beneath delicately arched brows in a fine, intelligent, gentle face. As she gazed back at him her coral-kissed lips curved in a slow smile.
Soft piano music was playing somewhere in the room, and above it she said, quietly but clearly, "Take off your clothes."
She leaned back on the bed pillows as he complied, watching him with her cat's eyes as he hurried out of shoes, socks, jeans, shirt. He was already visibly excited, his hardened cock straining against his boxers. He hesitated with his hands slipped in the waistband of his shorts, looked at her questioningly, and she said, "Yes. Those too."
He tugged the boxers over his hard-on, and it slapped sharply against his belly. She held out her hand to him and in three steps he was beside the bed and she took hold of his cock, drawing him down onto the duvet beside her.
He folded her into his arms and his lips found hers as easily and naturally as if they'd kissed countless times before. He heard/felt something catch in her throat, a little gasp, and her lips parted beneath his own and he felt the tip of her tongue. Her fingertips were moving over him lightly, warm butterfly caresses on his cheeks, his neck, his chest. Searing excitement tore through him, a flash fire, and he feared he would cum, just feeling her silky, sinuous tongue twining around his. Seeming to sense his urgency, she made a purring sound and drew her mouth away. She moved out of his arms and, drawing him around to face her on the edge of the bed, she slipped down onto the floor on her knees, settling herself between his open thighs.
She smiled up at him fleetingly, then clasped her arms around his waist, laying her silken head against his belly. He groaned as he felt his cock nudging against her springy breasts, and shivered as her tongue flicked into his belly button. It lingered there a moment, testing, tasting, then swept down to the edge of his pubic hair. His cock was then pressed against her cheek, and she rubbed against it sensuously, the way a cat will arch itself against an affectionate hand. Cupping and caressing his balls in her hands, she ran her tongue along the length of his cock, base to tip, pausing when she reached the fold of foreskin which just covered the head. Tenderly she took his cock head between her lips, and tightening them around him just slightly, she tugged backwards, drawing his foreskin completely over the head. He groaned, wanting to thrust forward into that heated wetness, but she stayed him and held him just inside her lips. Using the tiniest bit of pressure, she held his foreskin in place and began to work her tongue inside the folds to swirl it around and over his heated glans. She swiped her tongue-tip over the slit, licking up the salty-sweet pre-cum that pearled forth. Electric shocks pulsed through his body and he groaned out, long and low, "Ohhhhhh, God......."