by
karamelkizzed
Nothing else in the world matters at this moment. Not the old man sitting beside me snoring….not the turbulence that is making me feel like I am soon to lose the pretzels and ginger ale they force fed me on this flight…….nothing. I just know that the pilot just announced that we would be arriving in eleven minutes. So eleven minutes till we touch down, 2 minutes to get to the bags, and another 9 minutes to actually get outside…..to HER…….damn, I cant breathe.It seems as if only hours ago, I was in my bed listening to her voice imagining what I want her to do, and vice versa. I mean, it’s not like that was what we were talking about, but she just has that effect on me…….I want to touch her. Hell, I’ve wanted that for some time now, but now is the time. I am going to have her in my arms. Kiss her, touch her. Just lay there for a lazy Sunday morning with her. My stars!!!!We’ve landed……I think I am having a panic attack. We have seen each other, but not quite like this. A total of eleven minutes before I can stare in to those beautiful brown eyes of hers. I don’t even know what I am going to say. What is really appropriate for a time like this?The walk to baggage claim has never seemed so long, yet so short. …….I now see that I am stalling. I am walking into the bathroom….eleven minutes is not long enough. I need TIME to prepare. The bags came and went in a blur…..really, I am all strapped down and ready to go, but when did that happen……it feels like an out of body experience as I seemingly watch myself move out to the pick up area. She has the advantage; I have no idea what she will be driving. I just have to sit here…..waiting till she emerges from one of these vehicles. She called my phone to ask where I am, and I spotted her…the woman of my dreams…..is it crazy that I see a halo around her cornrows?.....HA. She can’t be but so much of an angel, the way I have mind fucked her.“Hi” is all I can muster. I love how articulate I am around her.She replies, “Oh for real?” I laugh. What else could I do.I want to kiss her, but she’s driving, and I’m nervous. It would all make for one hell of a car accident. It seems as if every song they play on the radio is a love song. The universe is all working together to make me wet and nervous at the same time. This is the suite from my fantasies, and I am here with the woman of my dreams…….and there is ONE BED!!!!!! I SO need a glass of wine and some Raheem Devaughn at this point, then everything would just be “peachy keen”. My breathing is shallow, and I just don’t know what to do with myself. I am here with my Puddin, and I am officially stuck. I busy myself figuring out what we are going to eat for dinner. I am going to be here for 4 days only, and we will have time for other stuff another day. Tonight we are staying in. I want nothing more than to sit in this room, watch stupid movies, and lay in her arms until………Superbad, Family Guy (seasons 1&2), and Anchor man have been watched, Chinese food has been devoured, and I am in the most wonderful place on earth. Granted she has been in between sleep and being awake for a matter of hours now, but so what I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else at this moment. Gingerly I get up, intending to make a nice bubble bath, after all I have gotten my wine, and she still hasn’t moved. So I set up my laptop and bath stuff in the bathroom, and hope I don’t disturb her. I would ask her to join me, but really, I need a moment to gather myself. I just realized, or maybe, just acknowledged, we have never kissed. We have been 1000 miles away from each other for so long, it has become a non issue, but looking at her sleeping so peacefully, I just want to take her face in my hands and kiss her.So I kiss her. I hope it doesn’t qualify me as strange, but her lips just look so invitingly rosy, and her breathing is tantalizing. She drew me to her. Plus I am far less nervous now that she is not awake.She moved, and I think I just felt my heart in the back of my throat. Really, how would I explain leaning over her while she sleeps? Sounds like the recipe for all kinds of awkwardness.The water is GLORIOUS. Laying back, got that glass of wine and my cd going good, I feel great. I am in a wonderful place. Having “me time” with my dream woman in the other room. What more could I really ask for?She is moving. I hear her rise from the bed, and she sounds like a scavenger, ha. I’m glad we got all of that food earlier. She probably has that hunger that comes after a good nap and a busy day. She calls out for me from the kitchen of the suite. I sit up a bit more erect until I remember that I have locked the door. The last thing I would want is for her to bust into this bathroom. It’s our first time together (intimately) and I still haven’t gotten over the insecurities that come with a new lover. I am a pretty confident voluptuous woman, I mean, I know I look good with my healthy measurements of 36-28-47, but this is so new. And I have a few dimples, but I think that she will see past that…….in the dark at least. Somewhere during my mental tirade, she has begun insisting upon entry into the bathroom. She asks why I need the door locked. I tell her to hold on, throw on one of those huge fluffy robes, and open the door…………She made me take it off. I opened the door to the bathroom, and she stared at me. She asked me why I felt the need to kiss her in her sleep. After all, don’t I know that she would have liked to have been awake for our first kiss? She asked me why I locked he door to the bathroom. Suppose she wanted to come in and surprise me by washing me, or even watching me. She asked me why I took so long opening the door, really, was the robe a necessity. And even better, why is the robe still on?I stood there, floored. Scared. Petrified…….does that mean that she wants me to take it off. And stand there in all my glory. With the lights on? Handles and all?So I stare at her, and try to figure out how long it will take for her to forget about this. I have told her on the phone about my discomfort with my weight, but that seems to be a non issue for her right now. She tells me that she will only ask me one more time to remove the robe before she does it for me. She says that she loves me for me, and that none of the petty stuff matters. She tells me that I am beautiful and that she wouldn’t change a thing. She takes me in her arms and kisses me. Ever. So. Gently.And she is pulling that huge fluffy robe down past my shoulders. And I am letting her.I am finding out what it is like to have an orgasm from a kiss alone.She has walked me, almost imperceptibly into the bedroom, and I am AMAZED. All the time I thought she was grabbing food; she was setting the room into a virtual romantic paradise. Candles lit, bed turned down, music playing, flowers in every corner, and the lights turned low. She has even gone to the trouble of spraying some gorgeous scent around the room. I am impressed, but far too wrapped in the moment to dwell in my surroundings. She is sitting on the edge of the bed, just looking at me now. I have no idea what to do. She tells me I am beautiful, and proceeds to kiss me, inch by inch. Lips, forehead, neck, shoulders. She is covering much untainted territory, and God knows I couldn’t stop her if I tried. She is standing now. And she is sitting me down. She follows the directions that she gave me and takes off her clothes. Piece. By. Piece. At long last, she is standing in front of me, exposed. She isn’t moving, just letting me take it all in. Letting this pivotal moment in the evolution of this thing we have, sink in. And I am. This almost brings tears to my eyes; I know that there is no turning back at this point. I don’t want to. I just want to touch her. I stand in front of her. We stand, nose to nose, and I reach out to her. Her skin feels so brand new. Undisturbed. Smooth, she is. So far this is meeting and far exceeding all of my expectations. All insecurities and questions have been erased from my mind, and now there is just she, and there is I., and looking at her, I know that she does complete me. I have tasted every square inch of her body, and she mine, with the exception of our most secret places. It has been such a challenge to do it this way, but we both know that it was best for us to familiarize ourselves with one another, for this is about to be a very long night of physical mingling. I have touched all of her, and she is perfection to me. I have found those birthmarks she doesn’t know about, the places that make her jump with a mere breath, and she has found areas on me that I dint even know existed. And now I just want to taste her. With a sudden burst of boldness, I break the extremely sexually tense silence that has permeated the air for the past half hour, at least, and I ask her to lie down.She looks at me with a slight smirk of amazement, and a bit of amusement, but she obliges. And I am so happy I don’t have to go any further in detail. As she lies there, I realize that I have to slow myself down. I have been waiting for this opportunity for months now, but I can’t go diving like it is a sport. I suppose I have to be ladylike about it. And I never want to leave. Kissing her as passionately in her nether regions, as I wanted to on her face, I love the sounds she makes. I love that I can bring her this joy. I can tell she is holding back, I guess the stud in her is making her do that, but her body cant lie. Her body can’t hide the spasms, and secretions. And I love every moment of it. Slowly flicking my tongue back and forth over her most sensitive area, I gauge her response and determine she wants more. So I develop an irresistible rhythm and enjoy as she undulates her hips against my chin…….have I mentioned that there is no other place in the world I would rather be.The awful part of the first time you lay with a woman, is the fact that you never know what she is open to, but a girl has got to try her hand, so I try my hand. Respectfully, and very aware of her reactions, I slowly guide my index finger to her opening; she’s wet enough to accept this now. Surprisingly she allows me my fun. Very hesitatingly at first, and for good reason, but she allows it. And as my tongue systematically brings her to unparalleled levels of pleasure, my pointer finger is stroking her g-spot into one orgasm after another. I feel her right leg shaking on my left shoulder, and I know she is near. I wouldn’t dare sop until I think that she cannot physically handle one more lick. When I feel that gush of her against my chin, and my entire forearm is soaked to the elbow, I know that she has ……arrived! And so have I, simultaneously. Observing her reaching such heights has excited me far more than any physical touch ever could.Shaking, shivering, and moaning, she needs a few moments to recover from the pent up emotions I just showed her, I gaze into her face. She looks so peaceful. I hop up, and grab a rag to clean her up a little bit. I want her to be comfortably dry as she takes her brief intermission, because I am not nearly done. Apparently, neither is she, she tells me. Unable to even open her eyes, she is telling me about the things she is going to do, how I have to pay for doing that to her, and where in the world did that come from. MY TURN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I must have motivated her, because she is touching me in ways that I have never experienced. Her touch is firm, yet gentle. Her kiss is passionate, unyielding, and absolutely breathtaking. She makes me feel like a woman and a little girl all at the same time.As gently as she kissed my nipples, she is ravishing my secret spot. She is showing me all that she doesn’t say. . . . And that is far more than enough. At first touch she had me, and the bed sheets saturated, so there are no problems when she brings up her to fingers to penetrate me. And she is far more skilled with the tongue than I ever imagined. As she alternates her digits, and mouth, my pussy is getting a thorough workout. Something she is down there doing with her tongue in my opening is driving me mad, and it is all I can do to not just burst into to tears. I don’t think I can possibly come any more. I felt myself actually squirt, and yet, she hasn’t let up. She switches from fast and frenzied, to slow and sensuous at perfect intervals. I can’t imagine how we are ever going to leave this room.She has me stand up, and her wish is my command. I can’t say no, so I compose myself and stand, and she slides up behind me and fingers me from behind until I lose balance and tell her I have to kneel. She then slithers underneath, tells me to stay focused (ha-ha), and keep my eyes open when I come. I follow directions, though I never knew how difficult that would be. Looking into her eyes as I explode, for the umpteenth time, the tears well up in my eyes. I told her to stop, and after a bit of a struggle, I convince her that, yes I have come enough, and yes I am sure, she has drained my body of all possible orgasms. And I lay on her chest, with her holding me.
