First Meeting

You walk into the room, hesitantly not quite knowing what to expect. I say nothing but guide you inside. As you pass, I close the door and unlock it. The sound of a lock echoes through your bedroom, and you look back half frightened. I just smile at you. You glance around. You've never been in my apartment before, and notice the unpretentious clutter of magazines on the coffee table, TV, video and audio on the shelf opposite our inviting couch, and look up at me with a slight smirk of approval. I light scented candles hidden in corners on the shelf, on the dresser and at the table beside my chair. And when you turn off the room lights, we are instantly bathed by an amber light that gives a magical air to our surroundings. Still standing, I walk up to you and look into your eyes. Accidentally, I take out my glasses and throw them towards the general direction of the desk. They land on the carpet. You swerve your face to check where they are but hold it in my hands and don't let your gaze wander away. Slowly you put your arms around me, we come closer together and kiss happens. Slow, long, wet. Just as we always imagined it: soft, warm, living lips. We kissed over and over again between discreet "uhns", and a sigh escapes through our mouths. Will they be mine or hers? Her arms clench my waist holding me even tighter in your embrace; my hands are now slowly massaging your neck. We're glued together, her pelvis protrudes forward to meet mine for the first time ever. Our mouths open, and our tongues like two serpents struggling for life intertwine with each other in an increasing delight of discovery. We stand there, afraid to break the long-awaited embrace his heart pounding almost in sync with mine emotions flow through our brains thoughts are born and die like shooting stars in a forming galaxy we stop kissing slowly release ourselves from the hug looking on each other's faces for signs fearful of no waiting for yes that is all I was hoping it would match what goes into our heads i reach out my hand find your shirt first button I open without taking my eyes off yours, your breathing slows down, you don't dare to move. I continue shirt-down button after button. When it is done, I pull you close and give a gentle kiss. My hands on your shoulders venture underneath the shirt, and slowly I slide my fingers through your soft skin. Your shirt slips onto the floor. You are not wearing a bra. Looking down between our bodies, your erect nipples touching my chest like two torches, you go up and down my breast feeling the rough smoothness of my middle hair beneath the basic white camisole. I shudder, and you smile with me. You pull my shirt out of your pants, and over my head remove the fabric that prevents me from feeling your skin. Feeling our hands on each other's backs, we embrace again. Your breasts crush against my bare chest, and we kiss like two old lovers. You squeeze yourself up to me, but this time the difference is that you feel my penis stiffened. With a crooked grin, you compress even more, and then we fall into bed. Rolling in bed side by side, hugging. You throw one leg over me and rub your pelvis against my penis. Taking the initiative, you kiss my mouth and slowly go down: chest, nipples, belly button. A little stunt, a sensual and naughty look upwards, and the mouth continues its journey southward while I shiver with excitement. When it reaches into my trousers, his eyes plunge in mine, and without looking away you open my pants. With just one movement, the zipper opens, and my free penis jumps out. You touch him with gentle fingers and start to kiss his head, provoking sighs of pleasure. With the lifting of my hips, you seize and take off what's left of my pants. Lifting up my legs, you free me once in a while from clothes and I am there... lying helplessly before you. You sit down with your legs folded, and look at me through the bedspread. Look at your own breasts, and your hands rise to touch them. Your fingers wrap around brown nipples, and you close your eyes purring with pleasure. Bad penis already erect seems to grow even bigger with every heartbeat, my breath interrupted as you are touching yourself. Very slowly, you lower your hands into its white bermuda shell. With a delightful smile, her fingers enter from the side, pulling out in one fell swoop the bermuda and her white cotton panties. Her triangle of soft hair is exposed to candles, small pools of glitter reflect light where she touches her excitement. You throw the bermud on the floor, and it will keep my trousers company. You bend down and take my penis into your mouth. You suckle, lick, gently scraping its teeth onto your skin. I put my hand on your head, and when you look at me, say in a hoarse voice of delight <unk>Let's do this together...<unk> You turn around on the bed, and lower your smelly vagina over my face, erasing from my sight everything that is not our act of love. I run my hands through her soft bundle while my penis disappears again into her mouth. My tongue slides across her big lips swollen with pleasure, and gently opens them up. Slowly, provocatively, my tongue goes back and forth along the entire length of her vagina, touching its slightly aroused clitoris. With each touch, a stronger suction in my penis and we find our rhythm. When I finally take your clitoris into my mouth, you let my penis out along with an extended groan. You get up and sit on my face rotating your hips to the beat of my licks; when it's almost enjoying itself in my mouth you turn around again and throw yourself at me, with your mouth wildly seeking mine. Our tastes blend together as one animal kiss that awakens any energies not yet being used. You lick your fluids from my hoodie, while your wet vagina rubs against my penis. Almost naturally without the aid of hands, head lies at the entrance to the cave that hides all pleasures. Excited and by instinct you roll over on me. A half-tense pause as my penis goes in a little more, an instinctual lifting of hips, and our eyes meet again. My lips form the phrase "I want...you". Your smile would warm up even the coldest days. With one determined movement you release body weight. The hymen breaks, and with a little scream of pain and pleasure mixed together I'm inside you. Our hairs blend into each other, I feel your inner walls gripping every inch of my penis. After a brief pause getting used to the thickness within you, instincts take over again, and nature's most beautiful ballet begins. Quadrants spinning up and down, senses in a million... Skin, penises, vagina, hands, eyes ... all is one big erogenous zone, nerve endings on high alert. Your vaginal muscles are gripping my penis, and with each movement it's as if I grew even bigger inside you. With every lowering the tip touches your uterus, and you begin to groan louder and more loudly following my movements and moans. Our hands stretched out sideways firmly holding on to one another. You accelerate our movements, and friction from our pelvises ignites an orgasmic torch. As a whole, your vaginal muscle closes around my penis and my orgasm is triggered by yours. A high-pitched scream rips the stillness of the room, and it's two free souls who meet in heavy air with our sweat. My penis explodes into jets of sperm, and your vagina absorbs every drop, contacting fluid to its internal tissues as explosive as nitroglycerin. Neither one of us speaks a word while last spasms pass through our bodies bathed in perspiration. You bend over my chest, and my hand finds your hair wet. The affection I feel for you is translated into caffeine, whilst your breath on my breast makes sweaty pussies shiver. The candles almost at the end play strange games of shadows with our images on the bedroom wall, and we slip quietly into dreamless sleep after a kiss as affectionate and gentle as the touch of sea breeze upon our skin. The last thing your brain registers before it plunges to sleep is my voice saying: "I love you"...