The plane ticket was sent and my heart raced faster with each passing day until his arrival. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this. Here I was, separated from Antonio for less than 3 months and I just sent a plane ticket out for a strange man, whom I’d never met, to come spend a week with me in my little furnished room.
I had to be crazy.
My mother told me I was. “You’re letting him stay with you?” She admonished. “Are you crazy? What if he’s an ax murderer?
After reassuring my mother that we’d spent 2 years talking to each other on line, and the previous 9 months, for the most part, had been 5 days a week, 8 hours a day. I convinced her that we knew each other extremely well and I was sure he didn’t have any psychopathic tendencies, while at the same time, pushing away that little pin prick of my mothers voice that always stays with me whenever the remotest possibility of an “I told you so” is present. My heart told me to go for it and I had to follow my heart.
This was it, the big day. He had told me that he had a fantasy of my meeting him at the airport in a short dress with no panties, so the decision of which lingerie to pick out was no longer an issue. Having tried on almost every dress in my closet, the choice was made. My blue floral print. Very innocent, but short, and with a low scooped neckline and curve hugging enough to be sexy. I was ready. I was off to the airport.
The plane was delayed for an hour and a half, but being the Las Vegas Airport, passing the time was not a problem. I just found the nearest smoking lounge, pulled out $20 and hit the slots. That killed the first 15 minutes…and the 20 bucks. (Never play at the airport) So I just wandered around the airport and ended up at the gate with half an hour to spare.
I struck up a conversation with the attendant at the desk and told her about my heartthrob. She thought it was very cool and said she couldn’t wait to see what happened when he stepped off the plane. She was almost as excited for me as I was.
The plane landed. My heart stopped. I couldn’t breathe. What if he hated me? What if he thought the 15-year age difference between us really did matter? What if?…What if?…And then he was there, walking towards me on the other side of the rope. He smiled as he reached me and said, ”Now here’s the face I’ve been waiting to see.” With that, he put his arm around my waist, pulled me towards him and gave me the most wonderful kiss, filled with all the passion that had been building up. I almost came right there and then.
We walked through the airport to the parking lot with our arms around each other, talking, kissing, and both still trying to comprehend the reality of finally being together.
My apartment wasn’t far from the airport, but the traffic on the Las Vegas Strip is always bad, so the drive took a while as we cruised along at the breakneck speed of 5 miles an hour. I didn’t mind though. It gave us time for talking and kissing and for me to take his hand and whisper “I have a surprise for you” as I placed it under my dress.
His eyes lit up and he smiled and he felt my smooth, shaved pussy. He slid his fingers inside and felt how wet I was. He played for a little bit, but I had to tell him to stop. That was not the thing to be doing while dodging cars cutting in and out all over the place. We finally turned off the strip and we were at my place in no time at all.
He put his bags down, took me in his arms, and we kissed with more passion than I had ever known. Our tongues dancing as I pressed my breasts against him. We just couldn’t stop touching each other. My hands ran along his back. His ran down mine, onto my ass. And back up to my breasts, squeezing them, rubbing my hard nipples with his thumb.
Moaning into his mouth, I broke the kiss. There was something I had to do before I even took my clothes off.
I knelt down in front of him, undid his belt and slid his jeans and underwear off him in one swift movement. His cock was staring me in the face. That beautiful cock that I had ached for was now right here. I slowly covered it with soft kisses. The kisses became wet and hot, my mouth sliding along his shaft. I took him in my hand and gently caressed my cheek with his hard cock. It felt so wonderful. Staring up at him I took the head of his cock into my mouth. I could taste the pre-cum immediately. I inched my way down, sucking him deep. When he hit the back of my throat I heard him gasp. I swallowed, squeezing the head of his cock with my throat. Sliding my mouth up and down his cock, I could feel it start to throb. I didn’t expect him to last too much longer. The excitement of this moment was the culmination of almost 2 years of desire.
His cock started to swell; I could feel my mouth being stretched with every pulsing throb. His body stiffened and he moaned deeply as his hot cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed hungrily, loving the taste of him, the feel of him exploding, and knowing this was only the start of our lovemaking. We had the rest of the night and a whole week ahead of us.
He lifted me to my feet gently, kissed me and reached down to pull my dress up over my head. Kissing me, he unhooked my bra and took my breasts into his hands. I moaned softly as my nipples became even harder under his touch.
He lifted me up and on to the bed, kissing me as he lay me down. His mouth moving down to my nipples, was stirring my pussy. I knew this was going to be one of those rare times when I would cum from just having my breasts sucked so I let go and the most wonderful, soft orgasm ran through my body, causing me to tremble.
His mouth worked its way down my stomach to my smooth, very wet pussy. I was so hot that all it took was the first touch of his tongue on my swollen clit sent my body shuddering into waves of orgasm. His tongue didn’t stop. He licked, sucked and nibbled my clit until I was crying out with pleasure. His wonderful tongue kept flicking my clit while two talented fingers were deep inside my pussy, caressing my G-spot. My pussy squeezed his fingers tight as I came again and again.
Sliding up to me He kissed me deeply. Tasting myself as I wrapped my legs around him, inviting his hard cock into my throbbing, wet pussy, I slowly felt him enter me, and my breath caught. I’d waited for this moment for so long and now I finally had the man I had wanted for so long becoming one with me. Slowly, he pushed as deep as he could and another orgasm hit.
“Your pussy feels so good.” He whispered as it grabbed his cock as I came. His thrusting got faster…harder and my pussy wouldn’t stop. One orgasm after the other just seemed to meld together into one continuous flow of pleasure. “That’s it baby. Keep cumming for me.” He said as he kissed me. I couldn’t have stopped even if I had wanted to. We fit together so well, I could feel every vein in his cock as it slid against the walls of my pussy.
I could feel his cock getting ready to cum. It was throbbing inside me, stretching my pussy. His hand slid underneath me and he squeezed my ass as his body tensed. He pushed in as deep as he could and the only movement I could feel was his cock pulsing as his hot cum filled me. I came again as he did, and then again and then once more for good measure.
“I can’t believe you came like that, even when I wasn’t moving inside you.” He said when he caught his breath.
“Neither can I.” I exclaimed. “I’ve never done that with anyone before.”
We lay together in each other’s arms, just hugging and kissing and relishing the moment, both knowing that this next week would go by much too quickly. And it did. We spent the week relaxing, getting to really know each other, making wonderful love and discovering that we really did “click” as well as we had hoped.
We realized that we were meant to be together, and being 3,000 miles apart was something we just couldn’t bear. “I’ll be back. I promise,” he said as I fought to keep back the tears at the airport. I stayed and watched until his plane disappeared from view, wondering if he ever really would return.
Are you wondering if he did? Well one month later he was at my door with all his stuff. We packed my things into the truck and left Vegas together to head out to California where we have been very happily living together since.
Pretty cool huh? Who would have thought that I would find the man I really want to spend the rest of my life with, on the other end of my ICQ. Amazing thing, this Internet, isn’t it?