I arrived at the airport unsure of what I should expect. I hadnt seen many pics and i didnt see anyone familiar right away. I didn’t have much time to worry though, she showed up. I met her and was momentarily uncomfortable. I felt conflicted about this person I’d never met before walking up to me. Do I touch her? Do we hug? Whatever though. I shrugged away my hesitation, I was here. It was going down regardless so there was no need to over think everything. We hugged and giggled like we knew we would and then got into her car. It was awkward, I was nervous and I told her so. She smiled a familiar smile that helped with my nerves. A smile I’d never seen before but had heard in her voice when we spoke on the phone.
She took me to a laundramat first. Yes that’s right, a laundramat. I watched her manage sheets and towels and prepare for our hotel stay as promised. She had gotten me a room. She was dissapointed that we wouldn’t be staying at her house but a deal was a deal. The room was confirmed. She spoke about her city alot. She really loved Atlanta. We drove past little restaurants that she pointed out, wanting me to remember specific things. I smiled through my discomfort and tried not to react to her touch in a way that would offend her. She kept kneading my forearm in a way that wasn’t sexual but more in introduction to her touch. Small delicate hands that were surprisingly strong. She called this touch reflexology and moved it up to my neck and shoulders. A multitasking driver, reminded me of myself.
We arrived at the hotel and the valet drove off with her BMW. I was quiet during check in, feeling nervous but ready. We got checked in and headed up to the room. Excitement had given me a headache.
We put our bags down and I fell back on to the bed. Nice room. She had gotten an upgrade with a balcony so I could enjoy the city skyline. I lay back and watched her as she checked around the room trying to make sure everything was perfect. We caught eye contact as I watched her take a picture of her city’s skyline. My head throbbed with hunger and lack of sleep. My clit made it’s presence known too as it reacted to the idea of having her right now.
I tried to be proactive with my desire and our sexual tension. I pulled this stranger on to the bed with me as I squinted through the sunlight. My eyes were sensitive to the glare in the room. She pulled away though and lay an arms legnth from me. We watched each other. So many promises had been made. So much shit talk.
Teasing and a little play fighting ensued but sex wasn’t yet on her agenda. We headed out to get something to eat. She debated between a few places and tried to get my input but I told her I didn’t care. We settled for an outdoor patio. Lunch was fidgety and uncomfortably revealing. Her mannerisms, little habits vs. mine. Things we couldn’t have learned from each other over the phone.
I paid for lunch, not wanting to seem entitled to her money. She said she had a couple of stops to make.
The weed man was her long time friend. She offered to bring me up to meet him but I opted to stay in the car where I could recline and compose myself. She returned with my medicine about ten minutes later. Foreign data plans kept my cell phone off so I really felt all of ten of those minutes without my social media.
She hopped back into her BMW with and sat there staring at me. Through my shades I watched her back. She handed me an advil and water and watched me take it. We stayed that way a moment. A silence that I recognized from our phone conversations. A familiar energy was exchanged between us.
“What?” she asked.
My eyes narrowed behind my shades in arousal. She had that tone in her voice. That tone that meant she wanted something. I told her my thought and she bit her lip in confirmation. She wanted my pussy.
We drove to her place in silence as the hotlanta sun beat down on me through the open sunroof and added heat to my already Pounding headache. Her home was what I had expected. Modern decor tastefully and spiritually decorated. Lots of plants. I moved through her home already comfortable.
I quickly made it to the master bedroom. I recognized it from the few pictures she’d sent me. Her bed looked soft and inviting. Her pillows ready to cushion my pounding head. She left me alone to lay down for a bit. Grateful, I stripped to my thong and fell in between the clean cool sheets. I felt a little presumptuous but not really. We both knew why I was here.
I listened to her move around her home in that self-conscious way that people sometimes do when they viewed their life through the eyes of another. I waited, eyes closed and breathing slowly while I willed my headache away. I could feel it struggling to hold on. My breathing turned into a light sleep which I stirred from as I felt her naked body crawl into bed next to me.
I reached for her and it began. Soft kisses, her smell, her taste, her touch were all upon me at once. Finally I had her.
Our kisses became more desperate and urgent as my pussy responded to this long awaited moment. She shifted my thong to the side as Her fingers entered me with determined gentleness. She pushed through and cast her spell on my pussy. It was like my body recognized her, my pussy knew her.
She conjured up orgasm after orgasm from me with varying stimulations. She touched me in ways I had never been touched. I craved her. She knew exactly how she wanted to have me. My wetness reciprocated her want. Then after she had gotten what I thought was every drop, she aligned her clit with mine. The wet, warm friction made me moan as we pressed our bodies together. Her moans precipitated mine and we fed each other our energy until it grew beyond what we could bare and exploded. I wanted to stop after that cum but she didn’t. She slowed and then sped up the tempo and we repeated this process for what felt like hours.
During our love intermission I used the bathroom and received the most disappointing news imaginable. I stared at the pink tinged toilet paper in dismay. My period, 3 days earlier than scheduled. The most inopportune time imaginable. I pulled my thong back up over my smooth pussy and returned to the bedroom.
I told her with a grave expression on my face. Mother nature had crashed the party. She chuckled at my devastation and let me know that a “code red” wasn’t a deal breaker. She had plans for my pussy. I knew we had discussed the possibility but we hadn’t discussed the particulars. I needed my pussy licked so bad I could have cried.
She went under the sink and offered a box of tampons and pads. I chose the tampons, trying to be optimistic.
We arrived back at the hotel and another haze of orgasms and seamless pleasure exchanged. Uncharacteristic sexual chemistry for two people who hadn’t met each other in person before. Lips on lips. Clits on clits. wetness was everywhere. Thanks to Strategic towel placement and mother nature’s cooperation, the mess was minimal. A concern for maybe the hotel staff but not us.
Our passion heated up our pussy’s like a flame burning too high and too hot. Passion bubbled and exploded as I had cum after cum after cum. Then finally we came together. Hard.
We decided to check out early and spend the remaining three days of my visit in the comfort of her home. It was much nicer than the room anyway. That afternoon we ate a late lunch and talked. Light conversation until I looked past my eggs at a family with young children being seated. They were laughing and enjoying the beautiful afternoon together. I watched him giggle at his older sister who was making faces and tried to swallow my emotion back down my throat.
She wanted to know what was wrong and I told her. Easier than lying. She didn’t understand and I waved away her confusion. After everything we had been through to get here, I wasn’t going anywhere. I met her eyes and sipped my tea and told her that I wanted to take her up on that offer to go to the “toy store.” Naughty smiles ensued.
Walking up and down the sex shop we met eyes and glanced away several times. Many late night cyber discussions had helped us with the decision making process already. We settled on a medium sized strap that we lovingly nicknamed Charlie. During the car ride back to her home I closed my eyes and got in touch with my senses. The sun warmed my face as I held my baby’s hand and enjoyed the luxury sport drive home in her BMW.
When we got home it was on. We stripped and were at it again. Hours came and went as positions and orgasms varied from one to the other. Bot of us writers, we enjoyed discussing the different experiences of my orgasms. Neither of us were shy about asking for what we wanted. The orgasms were each so unique depending on the type of stimulation. I felt sorry for myself because I thought my period was going to hinder us but I was wrong. I remember voicing my desire and my lover smiling and giving me what she knew I So badly needed. She slid her body down in the bed and touched my pussy lightly. I loved how her hands felt. I wanted to watch but the initial contact of her tongue against my clit forced my head back in ecstasy. Finally my star crossed lovers tongue was on my pussy, kissing it like it was the first and last time. She licked me good. Time didn’t exist as Day turned to night.
She was insatiable. We both were. It was as if our body’s were dehydrated and we couldn’t quench the thirst. Her body fed mine and I gave back just as good. That’s when she introduced Charlie. I didn’t watch as she prepared to be inside of me. I watched the ceiling as she got ready for me.
“turn over” she told me.
I complied. We both wanted her inside of me. I could recite some of our nastier emails from memory. I wanted to feel That stroke she had promised to give it to me. She entered my body like she belonged there. I resisted the urge to cum immediately. It felt so good. Her inside of me was right. Her stroke pushed me to my limits. I was freed. I came good. I thought I heard her telling me she loved me but it turned out to be my own voice. I was desperately begging for something, I’m not sure what for. She stroked my pussy deep and strong enough to massage my soul. She reached a place inside of me where she had already penetrated with her love. It felt poetic for her to physically meet herself there. Night turned to day again as our lovemaking moved through time.
I awoke on that final day in her arms. I touched her soft skin and pushed thoughts from my mind that were unpleasant. Our time was now. We showered and made omelets before heading out to the mall. The weather in atl was beautiful. The perfect setting for our 4 days of paradise. We felt like Girlfriends as she helped me pick out presents for my daughters. Once back in the car I touched her thigh again, my hand growing familiar with that place. I wanted to go back to her home again.
“You wanna fuck?” she asked simply.
I nodded and smiled at my lovers candid inquiry. Her rawness turned me on like a switch. I awoke at 7am the next day to the sound of her iphone. She had set it to give us more time. I had to get to the airport for 11am to catch my flight. My pussy ached from activity, my body felt like it was on a low vibration having just gotten to sleep a few hours ago. The room smelled like sex and weed and diffusers.
I came so many times that I felt superhuman. My baby tapped my shoulder and voiced her desire. She wanted me to sit on her face and ride.
I hadn’t denied my lover anything yet so I had little choice but to comply. We expertly moved into the position as if we had mastered our maneuvers with one another for years. It started as I felt her tongue slide into my pussy. I looked down as I watched her lovemaking in motion. I could feel her emotions as she licked my pussy, eyes closed. She was beautiful. My body began to rock slowly as I started to feel it building up. I moaned quietly. A new tone to my voice that I know I had never heard before. The tempo picked up and our natural rhythm took me to erotic pleasures I’d never explored. Unbridled erotic passion does not do the experience justice. She was a vampire, killing me softly. Death by orgasm.
I barely had time to shower and pack as I rushed around her bedroom packing frantically. I watched her take a picture of the crime scene we’d left behind. It looked like something out of a movie. There were soiled sheets and condoms were everywhere. Our Love and our war. It was poetic really, a part of me had been destroyed and reborn.
We ran late to the airport and before I could even take in that it was my last few moments with my love, they were over. I glanced at her cautiously not wanting to let her read the emotion in my eyes or my voice. I held her hand and tried to jump out of the car quickly. Not a fan of goodbyes. She didn’t let me though. I held her one last time and walked away with more confidence than my shaky legs felt. My heart and pussy beat in synch as i took one last look back. I love her. I always will. my Yume