�Oh, God, what a beauty she is!� are the words that echoed through my head as picture after picture of you flowed through the lines and into my computer. We met several months ago, discovering that we had several things in common. One of these, flirting, seemed to be our biggest common thread. Another is our expressions through erotic writing. Thirdly, that we lived so close to each other. These ingredients have mixed, and now has become what I hope is a perfect recipe for a night of passion that I have in store for you.

As I drive toward the town where you live, my mind is full of you, and our past to date. Your pictures, your stories, your words, your thoughts, your expression. It drove me to making this encounter happen. It is why I ask you to get that motel room for us and to meet me there, and to be dressed in the silky dark blue nightie and matching panties that I mailed to you earlier upon my arrival. It took much persuasion on my part, but after much coaxing, you finally agreed to it. We agreed to meet each other around 7 p.m. at the motel.

Upon arriving into town, I stop at a nearby liquor store to get a nice bottle of wine, along with a bucket and ice so that it can be on its way to chilling by the time that I arrive at the motel. A few minutes later, I arrive at the motel, just a few minutes before 7. Wine in hand, I walk through the lobby to find out where the room is located. It obviously is time for shift change at the front desk, as one person is leaving and the other seemingly just coming on duty. I approach the clerk going off duty and offer $5 to deliver a note to you. He agrees to deliver the folded note to your door:

I want you to know that I am here in the lobby and on my way to the room. I request of you to take a chair and place it in the center of the room, facing away from the door. When I arrive and knock at the door, I want you to open the door and proceed to the chair and sit comfortably. Do not turn around, and I will take care of the rest. *kisses*

He gladly does so, and I sit in the lobby for a few minutes, to allow him time to deliver the message and you to get sorted. A few minutes later, he returns and says that the note is safe in your hands. I pay him and thank him. I collect the wine and head for your room.

I find the room and knock upon the door. As I requested, you open the door a little, and after a few seconds, I walk in. I see you sitting as instructed, in a straight-backed chair, facing away from me. Your curly blonde locks are draped over nearly-bare shoulders; your fair skin shining through parts where your hair doesn�t quite cover. The low cut nightie reveals to me a nice, soft, inviting back, which I move towards instantly. I notice that you�re sitting rigid, and I can tell that you are a bit nervous of this meeting, our first meeting face to face. I lean over your shoulder, being careful not to touch you, and speak into your ear, �Honey, I want this to be special for you. I want you to relax and trust me. Can you do that for me?� I continue, whispering, �I will make this a night that we will both remember. Do you trust me?�

�Yes, okay,� is the response I hear from you, still a bit of nervousness and shyness is reflected both in your voice and body language.

I purposely lean down just a bit, moving your hair gently to one side, standing behind you still, and let the tip of my beard gently brush against the pretty shoulder that I�ve just uncovered. Your body jumps to its touch, and I rest my hand lightly on your other shoulder, and say, �Alright, honey. Relax. This will be okay.� I stand behind you and reach into my overnight bag and produce a silk scarf, which I fold lengthwise and reach around your head, to cover your eyes. Again, I feel you jump, and know that you�re mind is flying with thoughts of what is going on and what is what about to happen. I tie off the scarf, leaving you visionless. I then proceed to take a slow stroll around you in the chair to see what pictures couldn�t tell me. And lo and behold, such a tender subtle body you have, the silk nightie clinging to you for dear life, revealing enough to drive me mad. Soft beautiful legs are revealed, and the thoughts begin to race through my head and the ideas begin to flow. I walk back around you and proceed to uncork the wine, and break out a couple of glasses that I brought with me, and pour for us. I walk back in front of you and take you by the hand and hand you the wine, telling you that this may help you relax. A smile crosses your face, and I notice that you take a rather large gulp. I place my fingers inside my glass and get my fingers good and wet, and wipe them off on one of your knees. You almost spill the remainder of your wine from the shock of the suddenness of my actions. I then kneel in front of you and begin to kiss the wine from your knee. Your whole body tightens, and you realize now that this is not going to be just an ordinary night. I kiss and lick gently on your knee for a bit, and I notice that your nipples are beginning to press the fabric away from your full breasts just a bit, becoming much more perky now. A smile begins to shine through your uncertainty, and I now know that you are relaxing just a bit more.

I ask you to finish the wine in your glass, and you do. Then I take the glass from your hand. I walk again behind you, and back to my bag, to produce yet another scarf. From behind I take your hand and gently pull it behind the chair, and reach for the other as well. With the scarf, I bind your hands together, firmly but painlessly. I again slowly walk to in front of you. I take your hair and pull it back off of your shoulders, and take the spaghetti straps which hold your nightie top up and move them onto your arms, baring your shoulders and revealing more of your cleavage to me. I reach for the bottle of wine, and unknowingly to you until you first feel it, I pour the remainder of it onto you slowly, pouring onto your chest just under your chin. You gasp loudly as the impact of the cold wine crashes against your body. Your nipples perk up to a full peak, both from the cold and the fire that I have just lit inside you. I lean over to kiss you where your chest and neck meet. Again, you suck in a deep breath of air, one in which the sound of it echoes through the room. Your head flies back, as if to ask for more. I gladly oblige, kissing you and sucking the wine from your skin. I lean my lips into you more, bracing myself up by placing my hands on each of your thighs, carefully making sure that each thumb is resting on the inside of them, very high up your legs. A heated coo escapes from your lungs, sounding as if all tension and nervousness of this encounter all escape with it. Your breathing increases; your breasts begin to rise and fall with each breath as the silky fabric now clings tightly to your wine-soaked chest. I feel your body reacting in involuntary ways, too, as your legs naturally part a bit at my touch.

After spending several minutes tasting you this way, I move around to one side of the chair, kneeling. I remove the straps of your top from your arms and lower it down, revealing your full treasure chest to me. What treasure it is, as I lean over and brush one nipple with my face and lips, sending another jolt throughout your body. I take your other nipple between finger and thumb and roll it around gently. I then suddenly rush my head to your nipple, lips parted, and mouth your nipple firmly, sucking it into my mouth, tasting the wine from it, moaning out in excitement as I do. You squeal from the sudden unexpected action, and I also notice your legs start to quiver back and forth. As I continue to suck, my other hand from your breast caresses its way down, across your stomach to your still panty-clad sweetness. As my hand approaches this area, your hips push a bit forward, trying to guide my hand where you want it. I trace with a single fingertip a trail that follows the waistband of your panties around your stomach. I trace back, this time my finger just inside the waistband, and I can feel quivers jolting throughout your whole body now. It takes very little effort for me to guide you to spread your legs for me, as I press the palm of my hand and my unparted fingers against the crotch of your panties, applying some pressure to the lips and your clit. A cry of what now sounds like frustration crawls out of you for the first time, and I know now that you are becoming much more excited, and that you are getting more than you ever bargained for. I slightly clench my fingers against you, as I begin to let your nipple slide out of my mouth and against my lips and tongue and sucking it back inside repeatedly, and you begin to move your hips against my hand, trying to obtain more pleasure. As I begin to feel nectar start to soak your panties, I remove my hand from them, and a deep sigh of displeasure expresses your deeper frustrations.

So you don�t become too uncomfortable in the chair, I go behind you and untie the scarf that binds your hands. Taking you by the hand, I lead you to the bed. I guide you in your blinded state to lay in the center of the bed. I then tell you that I need no scarves to bind you, but I will bind you, and that you will see how. I finish removing your top, and then also slowly remove your now-sopped panties. I stand from the bed, and purposely loud enough for you to hear, remove my shoes and socks, unzip my jeans and slide them and my underwear off. I raise my T-shirt over my head and unknowingly to you stand now completely naked. I crawl into bed and over to you. I tell you that I want your hands to remain at your side, no matter what. You reluctantly agree. With one hand, I take my now fully erect shaft, and brush it gently against your nipple. My other hand again slides down your body to your sweet box. I can see your hair glistening from moisture and of course feel it as my fingers reach the spot of your aches for me. Your body bucks suddenly, as the tip of my middle finger finds your swollen button encased in your soaked lips. I circle it a few times with just the tip of my finger, as I continue to stroke myself and rub the head of my now-throbbing cock against your nipple. I ask, �You want to touch me, you want to touch it, don�t you?� You gasp, �Yes, I do!� I respond to you, �When I�m ready for you to, you will, baby. Until then, your hands will remain at your side.� A short, harsh breath of near-aggravation thrusts from your lungs.

After a few more moments of teasing your nipple and your clit in this fashion, I stop and move my head toward your legs and lay on my side next to you. I spread your legs widely, and rest my body up on one elbow that is positioned between your legs. I take the hand attached to this arm and slide it up under your sweet ass, pulling you up slightly. My head then lowers, as my lips contact your clit. A cry comes out from you, as if relieved that I am finally there. Your sudden relief fades a bit, as I only pepper your clit with short, soft kisses, never allowing my lips to touch it for any long length of time. With conviction, I press my shaft against your still-laying arm, it twitching from the excitement of what I am doing to you. I drive my head down forward rapidly, and place my open mouth onto you, completely engulfing your clit inside my mouth. You nearly scream, and your other arm reaches across your body to take my cock to have in your hand, as you give it a full, firm squeeze, enjoying the feel of it, wanting to taste it. I stop suddenly and inform you that if you do this again that I will stop what I am doing to you now. You freeze for a moment, still holding it, and in disbelief, you let go and lay still. With this acceptance, I return to fulfilling my desires of bringing you to greater heights of passion. I once again lower my head, sucking your button deep inside my mouth, flickering it with my tongue, and pulling against your ass, pulling you toward me gently. Your hips start to move against me, and each time that you do, I release and stop, until you are still. After three or four times or so of this, you realize that I will not continue while you move, so you force yourself to lay still for me. I begin to now lick and suck your clit, alternately, not allowing you to get settled with either one, but providing you with great pleasure nevertheless. I also alternate my motions, going up and down across it, then side to side across it. Your arm in which my twitching rod rests begins to slightly move on it, trying your best to get to it that way, which I pretend not to notice and allow. Your cries of passion have become rhythmic and steady now, constant with each and every breath that you draw and expire. You want to explode, but I�ve yet to allow.

Removing my hand from your ass, I adjust very slightly, and position my fingers so that I place my middle and ring finger at the opening of your throbbing box, while I continue to suck and lick you. Carefully ensuring that my fingertips get good and wet, I part your lips with these two fingers, and slowly let them intrude your tortured tunnel, until the length of them are deep inside you, and forcing pressure against the front walls. You are now about to break from the need of a violent orgasm, and this reflects in a cry that sounds like an unspoken plea. I stop for a moment and raise my lips from you and ask, �Would you now like to cum for me? Will you cum good and hard for me, if I make you?� You suddenly scream, �Yes, yes.� I then say to you, �If you want to cum good and hard, honey, I want you to now suck me and show me how badly you want to cum for me.� Without any hesitation, you roll over towards me, and move your head directly for me, hungrily accepting my cock inside your mouth. As you do, I begin to, in one steady firm stroke up and down, I move my lips and tongue against your clit, while moving my fingers deep inside you around. Your head bobs violently and you thrash about, as your leg reaches over me to allow your hips to be up higher and your legs spread wider, as I push my face with fury against your burning hot clit. I start jerking my fingers around inside you harder, and you feel what seemed like would never happen move, and with a force of unfelt passion ever before, your body explodes wildly, as I feel your screams vibrate my rod with the fullest of pleasure. Your whole body is rocking with strength never felt before by you, the orgasms that come one after one both inside and outside of your pussy send you to a point that it shuts down all senses except for what you are feeling at this moment by my hands and mouth. You�re slapped by several waves of passion, one right after another, sending you into a crazed feeling, as your head is now moving up and down at a very rapid rate, driving me mad with the desire to explode myself.

Once I feel myself nearly at the edge, I finally cease the assault against you, finally stopping the birage of orgasms, and now ready to give you the one that will take us both for a ride of extreme pleasure. I place myself between your legs, and my shoulders behind each knee to raise your legs up high and make you perfectly accessible. As I lean forward a bit and place my head at the very entrance of you, I then ask you as I am nearly leaning over to your face, to remove the blindfold. I tell you that I must see your eyes when you cum with me. You gladly do so, and what pretty eyes you have, all glossed over from all that you�ve felt to this point, and in anticipation of what is next. I raise up on my toes, and slowly fill you in one long, slow dive, letting you feel inch by inch my shaft stretch your walls. A cry that lasts as long as the descent comes from within you, letting me know that this stroke is satisfying you to the hilt. Once fully inside, I allow my body to relax a bit, using the weight of me to press me inside you just a bit deeper, as your legs part just a little bit more to allow it. I then raise up and slide out a bit, and you gasp for more air, and then again, I lower onto you, but with more force this time. Tears start to stream your face in anticipation, and I will allow you no more waiting, not that I could wait any longer myself. I develop a rhythm, and you match my move, as we start slow and move together faster and faster, concentrating on the deepest stroke possible. Our concentration then ceases, as in a violent blast that matches our violent pumping motion, our eyes widen in front of each other and we begin to feel a huge rush of passion, a rush of emotion that takes us away, as we cum together, you screaming and me moaning and growling loudly, overwhelming us both. I feel your walls squeezing me over and over tightly, as I can feel each and every squirt of fire inside you, as the head of my cock bounces off and tickles you up to the end of your tunnel. As I nearly expire, one more wave hits you hard, and I dig deep within myself and begin one more series of strokes, which sends you over the edge one more time, and gives me twitches and I even feel another orgasm seep from deep within me, which makes me cry out loudly.

Completely satisfied and expired, I lay next to you, in a dreamy state, playing with your hair and kissing your cheeks, then caressing your stomach, looking at you in sheer awe. You reciprocate the look. �Aren�t you glad that I did make this trip now?�, I ask you.

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