Anticipation

I was pacing back and forth, almost bouncing, with a smile permanently splayed across my face.  So many emotions were running through my mind, I couldn’t even list them if I tried.

Lost in a cloud of thoughts and desires, I was shaken out of them as I heard the complex door close and footsteps coming up the stairwell.  This was it, I knew it!  Deep breaths, deep breaths....  I walked back to the living room (didn’t want to seem too eager, after all) and waited.

You were as nervous as I was, I could tell.  I heard you outside the apartment door, making sure you were as presentable as possible.  Then it was time; I heard the somewhat timid knocking on the door.

I tried to keep calm and not run to the door. I was maybe half successful, but it didn’t matter.  Unlocking and opening the door, my eyes took in your form for the very first time.  The pictures didn’t do you justice.  I couldn’t help but stare, from top to bottom- I devoured you with my eyes, taking in every luscious curve before me.

Where were my manners?  I hope it hadn’t been the eternity it felt like, studying your whole body.  “Hi!” I chirped, the giant smile still plastered across my face.  “I can’t believe this is finally happening!”  Not even waiting for a reply, I immediately went in for a hug.  My arms wrapped around your soft body, feeling its warmth beneath the fabric of the dress you were wearing, and I pulled you close.  Your scent was just as soft and pleasing to my senses, almost intoxicating on its own.

“Well, hello to you too!” you giggled, squeezing back.  I could feel your heart racing as fast as mine.  “That happy to see me, huh?”  You grinned and your eyes directed mine downward.

Oops!  My excitement was showing in more ways than one, a large bulge already protruding from my pants.  “Well, uhm, yeah.  Do you really blame me after what we’ve already done?  Especially now, getting to see all of you in person, here in front of me....”  I let go of you to shift myself and stop protruding as much as I could given the ‘situation’.  “Come in, come in!”

I held the door open and let you walk past, my eyes glued to you and happy to get a view of you from behind as you entered.  I closed the door and walked back past you, my hand intentionally running along your side for another caress as I did so.

“Quick-quick tour.”  I pointed out where everything was, which isn’t hard in an apartment this (lack of) size.  Guiding you to the living room, I let you pick a spot on the sofa to sit.  My heart was pounding and my brain was on autopilot, and so I went across the room to sit in my usual chair.  “Wait… what am I doing?!”

I started to get up but had to stop as I looked at you.  From this vantage point, I admired everything- your hair framing your beautiful face; the low cut of your dress, showing off your voluptuous breasts; and, as I audibly gasped, the view up the bottom of your short dress, revealing the tender skin of your thighs only half covered from view.

I couldn’t even see the devilish grin on your face, but I could hear it as you spoke.  “I was wondering why you wanted to be so far away, when you know what’s over here.”  You spread your legs a little wider apart, giving an even better view of more of your thighs and all the temptation I needed to come closer.

Getting up from my chair, my heart was pounding... and other parts were throbbing, once again sticking out and showing my excitement.  I tried to adjust as I took the few steps over to the couch, but my throbbing member wasn’t having it, it wasn’t going to be comfortable no matter what position it was in.

I sat down in the middle seat of the couch.  My hands gravitated to your body almost with a mind of their own, though my mind would have agreed were it in control.  My right hand went to your closest shoulder, and my left hand traced across the very top of your breasts, up your opposing shoulder, neck, and across your cheek.  The soft warmth of your skin sent electricity pulsing through my fingers.

“I really didn’t expect I’d come on this strong out of the gate.  I hope you don’t mind,” I said as I caressed your face.

“Do you hear me complaining?”  You were already breathing heavily, and your skin was flushed.  I felt your hands moving towards my body, almost mirroring my actions.  Your gaze locked with mine, and we both leaned in towards each other.

Our lips touched, and everything short-circuited.  In a flash of a second, what started as a quick kiss turned into two lustful teenagers clawing at each other for the very first time.  Lips locked with each other’s, and our hands began exploring.  Your hand clawed at my clothed chest, as mine slid back down your cheek and neck and across your breast.

You moaned against my lips as my hand found your nipple, protruding out against the cloth covering it.  I rubbed across the fabric, squeezing it gently.  I felt you squirm in response and your hands grasped at whatever they could find.  Not satisfied with leaving your hands empty, you started sliding one down my shirt until you felt a very large bump contained within my pants.

I grunted and groaned and thrusted upward into your hand.  Breaking the kiss, I shifted my position slightly and dove straight down, burying my face in your chest.  Your moan couldn’t help but cause me to squirm against your hand even more.  I heard you already panting, and I felt the heat of the blood flowing through your body.

You pulled my hand from your breast, leading it down to your legs and up your thighs.  “Are my panties wet enough?” you asked coyly as you pressed my fingers against your panties.  I groaned as I felt the fabric, already soaked with your juices.  I pushed back against them, feeling the warmth and wetness beneath seep through some more.  I pulled my hand away long enough to bring it to my face, smelling your musk on my fingers and tasting your wetness, before I immediately went back for more.

“Get these off!” you growled at me, clawing at my pants.

I fumbled around as best I could with the button on my fly, desperate to free my waiting cock.  I managed to get it open and pulled down both pants and underwear in one swipe.  I was full at attention, ready to go, precum already glistening on the head from all the excitement.  Your shiver and moan at the sight brought a grin to my face.

“Ungh.  I want that!” you stammered, grabbing at the shaft and squeezing.  My hand was already back rubbing at your panties, and you thrust against my fingers.  I moaned as I felt more wetness soak them.

“Hard and deep, huh?  Take your breath away?” I purred, cock throbbing in your hands, thinking of the first time we had this conversation.  “These are still in the way,” I said, as my hand pulled your soaked panties aside, a finger running down your slit.  A pool of wetness ran down my hand, soaking it.  “Damn, that’s so fucking hot!”  Precum flowed freely from my cock as I kept playing in the wetness, the noises as my fingers slid around driving me crazy.

You stood up, revealing the very soaked backside of your dress and a damp spot on my couch cushion.  I grinned and purred at the sight.  Your hands went to your hips and I watched as your panties were hurriedly rolled down your legs to the floor.  I lifted the bottom of your dress, ran my hands along your ass cheeks, and squeezed them, before continuing up your back and unhooking your bra.

You started to lift your dress up, presumably to take it off, but my hands stopped yours.  “No need,” I said.  “Just bend over on the couch.  Good way to get nice and deep.”

“Oh yes, please!  Please, fuck me!” you moaned, climbing onto all fours on the couch, trying to spread your legs as far apart as the cushions would allow.

My dick was throbbing with excitement as I quickly climbed on the couch behind you.  I lifted the soaked bottom of your dress up over your hips, wet pink parts waiting eagerly for more attention.  I took the opportunity to rub your exposed, hard clit with my finger again, your moans music to my ears.  I felt you push back against them.

“Fuck me, damn it!” you grunted, as you rocked yourself against my fingers.

“Uh huh,” was about all I could muster, half muffled as my finger, soaked in your wetness, was again in my mouth.  “I had to get another taste... you’re so delicious!”

I crawled the last bit forward I needed, my legs against yours, and ran the length of my shaft along your wetness- not that there wasn’t enough lubrication from the precum that was flowing almost non-stop now.  I took ahold of my shaft and slid it down past your clit, to your eager, waiting pussy lips.

“All of it!” I half managed to say, as I grabbed ahold of your hips and slammed inside you with one long, deep thrust.  We moaned in unison as I felt your warmth and wetness tighten around me.  The introduction of my long, hard, throbbing cock made you gasp and shudder; wetness that had no more room inside you gushed out across our legs.  We moaned in unison at the most carnal introduction of each other.

I thrust forward as best I could, pushing in that last little bit further, feeling you shudder and wiggle and push back against me.  I throbbed inside you in response to every twitch, holding your hips and pulling you onto me.  “Holy fuck, are you tight!” I moaned.

I slowly slid out, watching my drenched cock sliding out of you, coated in your wetness, before I slammed into you hard yet again.  Another moan, another “oh fuck yes” escaped my lips. 

I loosened my grasp on your hips, and you tried to take over, rocking back and forward, making me slide in and out.  I held your hips loosely and increased the pace.  My balls began slapping against you as we got going faster and faster, splashing against your wetness.  I kept watching my cock slide almost out of you, then disappear back inside you.  The sounds and smells of our sex were intoxicating.

“More!  Fuck, yes!” you managed between moans.  You suddenly noticed my hands leave your hips, and soon after had ahold of your hair.  I felt another shudder and twitch as I pulled your hair for leverage to help slam inside you over and over.  “Shit! Fuck!” you growled.

I moaned louder as we kept getting faster.  “You want this hot load?  Make that pussy take my hot load!” I was twitching like crazy, could feel the cum building inside me.  You were squeezing down on my so tight, I could feel your body pulling at me, it wanted to suck me dry.  “You’re gonna make me cum so hard...” I managed to moan, panting heavily.  I pulled at your hair again, getting all the leverage I could muster, and started slamming into you even faster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you kept moaning.  You were shuddering and shaking, and I could feel every twitch inside you.  I knew we were both close.  I knew I couldn’t keep myself together much longer.

It turned out I didn’t have to.  I started feeling you squeezing me tight, a stream of expletives flowing out your mouth as you shuddered, squeezed, and moaned as an orgasm began rolling over you.  I couldn’t do anything but continue and soon joined in, feeling the cum blast from what felt like all the way down in my toes.  I filled your insides up with what felt like an endless supply as you continued to milk it from me as you came around me.  It felt like an eternity before we were both done and left shuddering and twitching as the waves subsided, gasping for breath and covered in sweat.

I continued to twitch inside you, feeling the blood slowly draining, losing the last bits of hardness I ad.  I slowly slid out of you and sat for a second, catching my breath.  “I think we need a towel.”

I got up and looked at you, your back still arched, legs still spread open, head laying on the padded armrest of the couch, and smiled.  I hobbled to the closet to get a towel and brought it back.

You freed yourself from the couch, and I wiped off what I could between your legs.  You took the towel from me and wrapped it around my soggy member, squeezing it gently and pulling out any leftovers into the towel.  You then folded the towel and put it back on the couch before sitting back down.   “Sorry about the wet cushion.”

“Don’t be.  All that wetness drives me wild.  Just... sexy.”  I sat back down next to you, as you pulled the unhooked bra out from under your dress.  I chuckled.  “I had plans to go after those too, but I guess I got distracted.”

And so we sat with sated glows, both in silence, until finally it was broken.  “So... do we shower now, or go for round two?”

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