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From: matahhari@aol.com (MataHhari)
Subject: For Real <MF, romance>
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FOR REAL
I sat in the car, not able to believe this was happening. Afraid to
go in, more afraid not to, I stepped out of the car, and headed for the
door.
Ray and I had been talking online for almost a year. During that
time, we talked about anything and everything, from sex to love, to God,
to kids. We'd exchanged pictures, and talked on the phone, sometimes
bringing each other to orgasms that left me, at least, in tears from the
overwhelming power of them. We were completely honest with each other,
revealing things that we had never told anyone before. I mean, it's safe,
right? You'll never meet this person, what's the risk to open yourself up
completely? Only now we were going to meet, and I was terrified.
I put my hand on the door, my mind full of questions and fear, but
anticipation and excitement as well. I turned the knob, and slipped into
the bar.
Ray is a musician, and I had decided to surprise him by showing up at
the bar where he played. I wandered through the back of the bar, my eyes
growing accoustomed to the dim lights, trying to see him on stage. I
wanted to watch him for a while, see his passion as he played, see that
smile that captured my heart. I didn't want to let him know of my
presence yet.
He's really good, I thought to myself. I found myself relaxing,
getting into the music, kind of a R&B, country rock thing. Watching his
fingers as they played over the strings, seeing in his face how much fun
he was having. The combination of excitement in meeting him, and of
seeing his fingers flicker over his guitar was having its effect on my
body; I could feel my nipples hardening as arousal flushed through my
body, the wetness begin between my thighs.
I watched until the band broke. I had brought a long stemmed red
rose, tied with a few strands of my hair, and I asked the waitress if she
would give it to Ray for me. I couldn't watch as she did; I turned around
and ordered a drink at the bar, which I promptly forgot to drink. My
heart was hammering in my chest; would he know who it was from? Would he
run out on me? Would he even like me in person?
I gasped suddenly as I felt lips on my neck. I spun around to see
the laughter in his eyes, and we hugged each other tightly. I felt tongue
tied; could barely stutter out a weak "Hi." It was so good to finally
wrap my arms around this man, be held by his arms, as I had so often
dreamed. I stroked his back, his hair; was he truly real?
I needn't have worried. He made me feel so comfortable, relaxed. We
were soon laughing and chatting comfortably at a table. I was mesmerized
by his eyes, by his mouth as he talked to me. I had a sudden urge to
taste his lips, and without thinking, I did. His lips were so soft on
mine; he tasted softly of beer and smoke but mostly of himself, and it was
so good. I sat back at the table and smiled, happier than I'd felt in a
very long time.
Eventually, the band was done for the night, and we were left
together. Alone. Feeling somewhat awkward and shy. To break the
tension, we decided to go for a walk. Holding hands, we talked quietly
about the things that were important to us; our lives, our kids, how we
felt about each other. Sometimes just walked in silence. He put his arm
around me, my head snuggled into his shoulder. We watched the stars
together, and then he kissed me. Softly, so very softly, knowing of my
fears, he brushed his lips over mine as his arms held me gently against
him. I felt his fingers on my face, tracing the contours of my cheeks. I
parted my lips, my tongue outlining his mouth, my fingers entwined in his
long hair. He returned to my mouth, kissing me deeply this time, and all
the feelings I'd been holding in flooded out in that kiss, becoming fierce
and hungry. I pulled him even closer to me, feeling his heart beat,
feeling him grow hard against my mound. He broke the kiss, his tongue
leaving trails down my throat, hands moving along my sides towards my
aching breasts. Desire making me bold, my hands were wandering too, over
his back, his butt, his chest, brushing the front of his jeans. I
unbuttoned his shirt, the silky material rippling under my fingertips, and
slid my hands inside to caress his nipples. Hearing his breath increase,
I bent my head to lick his nipple with my tongue, flicking and sucking as
he responded with a moan. Taking my hand, he lead me to a quiet grassy
spot, secluded and dark. Looking into my eyes, watching my reactions, he
unbuttoned my blouse, trailing his finger along the ridge of my brassiere.
I watched his finger move slowly along the swell of my breasts, the flesh
rising and falling quickly with each breath. Then it was his tongue
following that line, making me shiver in the warm night. He reached
around to release my brassiere, letting my breasts fall heavily into his
hands. His lips closed around one painfully erect nipple, and I felt a
moan tear from my throat, my legs weak. Falling to the soft grass we lay
together, our mouths and hands exploring each other as we had often talked
of doing. We undressed each other under the trees, naked under the night
sky. My lips found his nipple again, licking and sucking it as my hand
feathered across his belly, and lower, finding his hard cock, my mouth
following where my hands had lately been. Teasing, I licked and rubbed
thighs and belly, avoiding that which I most longed to touch. Smiling,
Ray said "You do like to tease, don't you baby?"
"You know me so well." I smiled back. "I love you, Ray."
"I love you too, baby. I'm so glad you surprised me tonight." In
answer, I took his cock into my mouth, hearing him groan. I began to
lick up and down the smooth shiny cock, coating it with my tongue, tracing
the veins, watching it swell even more. Watching his eyes as I sucked him
deeply, wanting nothing more at that moment than to make him come in my
mouth, give him all the pleasure possible in this one night together. I
gently massaged his balls, tickling his asshole, taking his cock as far as
possible into my throat, hearing him murrmur to me, his breathing ragged,
moans becoming groans as orgasm approached, and finally feeling that final
swelling as his cock filled with his semen. My mouth filling with it,
sliding over my tongue and into my throat, pulse after pulse as his orgasm
shook his body. Draining it until there was nothing left.
I slid my body up against his, to kiss his mouth, brushing the hair
from his eyes.
"Feel better, my love?"
"Feel incredible, sweetie."
We kissed a long time, not wanting to break contact. Feeling his
hands on my body was like a dream come true, better even than I could have
imagined. His fingers wandered over my breasts, feeling their heaviness,
flicking the nipples. When his mouth closed over one hard nipple, it sent
a convulsive shudder through my body. He slid his hips down between my
thighs, turning all his attention to my nipples, sucking, licking, biting,
making me crazy, my eyes closed, my back arching, nothing existing for me
except his mouth on my breast.
Slowly, he began to move down my body, leaving a trail of kisses
along my stomach, moving slowly towards my wetness. Ray's fingers trailed
through my curls, teasing my slit open and sliding one finger into my
vagina, collecting the juices there, rubbing it into my nipples and
licking it off. Working two fingers into my cunt again, he began licking
and sucking on my clit, slowly fucking me with his fingers. I could feel
the orgasm coming from my toes, building fast and hitting hard, and soon I
was shuddering, my legs wrapped around his head, gasping. Before I could
recover, he mounted me, sliding his thick cock into my well lubricated
slit, pumping into me. I rolled us over, so I could be on top, sitting
deeply on him, feeling his glans hit my cervix as I lowered myself. I
leaned forward to kiss him, tasting my juice on his lips, his hands
stroking my breasts again. Rocking, fucking, moving on him, murmurring
words of love, licking and sucking, reveling in the feel, taste, smell of
his skin. Moving together, loving each other, the silence of the sky
above us surrounding us, holding us as one. Reaching our peak together,
calling each other's name, as we collapse in each others arms, exhausted
and sated, for the moment. Tears fill my eyes, my love for him
overflowing, expressed as the tears rolling down my face. We cuddled
together, holding each other tenderly, touching softly, kissing so
lightly.
We have this one night together. Tomorrow, we go back to our
separate lives, connected only by the modems on our computers, and the
love in our hearts. Will it be enough? I vow to remember everything; the
way you smell, the way you taste, the feeling of your cock inside me. I
know that I will forget, memory unlike that of my computer, so imperfect.
Yet I know my love will never fade, never wane. You are my love, for
real.
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