All my dreams fulfilled

I felt my heart trying to escape through my chest, the pulse in my throat pounding near fatally. I wanted to look beautiful for him, and by the end of my 24 hour trip, I looked like every other traveller. Tired, bedraggled and anxious. He spotted me first. He stood up and waved at me. Everything felt like it was crashing in slow motion. We were the only people, and I walked slowly to him. I don't know who spoke first, but I found myself in his arms, and the only words I could utter were, "It's you.... It's you..." We held each other closely for several minutes, and I could feel a gentle pressure against my thigh, although it was obvious he was trying not to invade this first meeting with sexuality. I smelled the nape of his neck, and it smelled musky and masculine. I ran my fingers through his lightly gelled hair and felt a premature bald spot and fell in love with the soft scalp beneath. His arms felt so large and strong, as if he could carry me, my past, present and future for the rest of his life. We broke apart, from this embrace and I knew that I would not be able to resist him for very long. It was an awkward cab ride home, for the fear and the tension was felt even by the cabbie who tried to lighten the mood with a few off colour jokes about Canadians.

When we got to the place I would know as home, we sat and talked for a small bit... we really didn't know what to do with ourselves. I kept getting thoughts of the future, the sex, the love, and the romance. We shared our first kiss. It was awkward, and sweet. His breath smelled and tasted as if he had done nothing but brush his teeth for an hour before getting me from the airport. That night, I told him I'd sleep in the lounge room. My fear was that he thought I was cheap. His fear was that I didn't like him.


The second night I woke up, and we started off the day with a round of drinks, and just drank different kinds of booze all day. I wasn't legal drinking age in Canada, but I was in Australia. After a few hours of canoodling, we retreated to his bedroom, where we kissed. His kisses at first were so gentle and misjudged, but it was as if we sobered each other up. He deepened the kiss, lightly parting my lips with his tongue, tasting the small scar on my bottom lip and the booze still on my upper lip. Our kiss became deeper and deeper, our hands became entangled within and between each other's bodies, and clothes slowly started to come off. I knew that I had done the smart thing in saving my virginity for this man. We were down to our skivvies and I told him with a lovingly intoxicated slur, "Matthew, I love you. I have waited for this for six and a half years. I want you to take me."

He took off my black cotton panties with his teeth, to reveal my shaven pussy, and the smell and feel of my arousal made him gasp and pant, as he slowly teased my clit with his tongue. He grabbed my hips gently and we created a slight rocking motion as he divided my labia with his tongue, to feel along the inside of the folds. I was soaking wet with wanting him... Almost seven years of sexual tension was finally being released between the two of us... seven years of wanting and loving coming out in a drunken cunninglingus. He slowly entered his index finger and argued with my hymen. He was very gentle as he ministrated my unseen flesh, and I didn't feel it, or bleed when the hymen was destroyed. His one finger was so thick and swollen in my vagina and it seemed to awaken all different sorts of nerve endings and feelings. His tongue was still gently stroking my labia, my mons, and my clitoris. I was rigid with fear and excitement, and I realized that my own behavior towards this was not what I would want in a lover. I began to take charge, telling him what I liked, and what I didn't. After teasing me for what seemed like hours, I told him, "Lay down." It was not a request, it was an order. He seemed taken aback by this sudden firmness in my voice, but I could not wait for any longer. He got a condom out of his bedside table and I put it on his already leaking cock. His penis was not the first I had seen, nor was it the largest, but it had this feeling and this scent to it that I knew, and I knew that this was the only man I ever wanted to love. I told him, "I don't want to lose my virginity the same way everyone else does. Lay down on your back."

He lay down, and instead of straddling his hips, I lowered my mouth down and wrapped his cock with my lips and my hand. His moans of pleasure sent tingling shocks down my spine and a new wave of arousal into my cunt. I sat up and positioned myself above him... It was quite difficult to get everything quite right, for I was a virgin, not terribly flexible, and he was quite obese. After a minute of giggling and slipping around on my own juices, he slowly entered me and I swear I saw stars. His cock filled me in an impossible way, making his fingering seem like childs play (A creepy analogy, but get over it.)

I slowly rocked my hips on his, watching his face contort with pleasure, and feeling my own build. I started to rock faster and harder, to get as much of him as I possibly could. I bent down slowly towards his face and kissed him in a much different way than before. Although my descent was slow, the kiss was violet and ravaging as our hips gyrated against eachother, his cock pounding deep in to me and I began to shudder as his pubic bone made contact with my clitoris with every move, and as he felt my own orgasm approaching with several tightening contractions within my pussy, he lost control, moaning my name into the kiss that made our lips swell.