First Glimpses

The little smile on my face was almost as telling as the step in my walk, anyone who looked at me knew that they were looking at a very happy man. But, this was not an unusual occurrence, as a matter of fact, it had become an almost daily event. I rounded the corner to the small café downtown that we usually met at, and I caught my first glimpse of her.

It was summer, so the patios were open and the umbrellas up, with the usual assortment of businessmen, college kids and the like, enjoying the sun and a cup of coffee. Her back was to me, but it was unmistakably her. Her dark hair falling in ringlets well past her waist. I could see the curve of her ass through space in the seat, and my eyes lingered for a moment, the smile broadening. I snuck up quietly and placed my hands across her face, covering her eyes. Really, one hand could have covered her whole face, but this was a playful way to go about it.

'Guess who?' I asked in a playful and quiet manor, my voice barely a low rumble.

'Ash, you goof.' She giggled, grabbing a hold of my hands and pulling them down from her eyes. I was immediately surprised when she held onto my hands, giving them a little squeeze and bringing them lower, resting them atop her rather impressive breasts and letting them linger there for a moment.

It was everything I could do not to let my jaw drop completely open. Not wanting to let go right away, but not wanting to look like a pervert in public, I leaned in and gave her a hug, all the while keeping my hands on her breasts. Despite having one of the foam-type bras, I could just feel her nipples hard under my hands. After a few moments, I sat down beside her and was treated to a massive smile and a blush that covered most of her face and travelled down her neck.

'Well, good afternoon to you, M'lady' I said with an equally large smile.

I guess now is as good a time as any to give a little bit of history between us. I met Lisa online, through a forum we both frequented. After a few months of chatting back and forth and getting to know each other, we were surprised to find out that we were both in the same city. I asked her to meet, and a few days later, we had our first meeting at the café. The pictures I had seen didn't do her justice; long black hair, deep brown eyes, skin..... well, I get ahead of myself.

She was a bit nervous about meeting the first time, not sure how our online relationship would carry over into the real world. We had seen each other on cam and chatted over voice, but usually fun and light, nothing to serious. Seeing her, in person, I knew that I would be more than interested in seeing how far things would progress, so it was all up to her. In the beginning, we talked about work (she's a college professor, teaching religious history and I'm a director) and daily life. We flirted a little, back and forth, but nothing really came of it, and I was unsure if I should press it. Even after a few months of this - I was surprised by what had just happened.

She smiled at me and leaned back a little and then into a full stretch, arching her back and stretching her arms above her head. Her body exposed, her perfect breasts high in the air. I wondered how long she would treat me to this view, until one of the busboys kicked a table behind us, clattering coffee cups across the ground. She laughed a little, in a quiet, embarrassed sort of way, blushing profusely, ducking her head down a little bit. We made small talk for a little bit, talking about work and the current events. I mentioned that my weekend was all screwed up because of a few meetings on Saturday. She said that she had nothing planned and was probably going to be at home watching movies or some such, alone.

'Well, you don't have to be alone you know.' I said with a smile, almost jokingly.

The response I got was a wry grin and hint of a wink. At the same time, I felt her foot run up the side of my calf. I figured, what the heck, might as well press the advantage:

'What are your plans for this evening, M'lady?'

She leaned in close, whispering in a soft and silky voice, 'Well, you've been bragging about what a good cook you are, perhaps you could come over and cook me dinner?' and then she nipped my ear just slightly. My cock twitched and grew rock hard, straining against my pants, and she just smiled.

'I think I could whip something together. Shall we go and see what I have to work with?'

She smiled the evil smile of a woman who knows she has the power over you; 'Not yet. Let me finish my coffee."

She took her time and sipped at her drink, and I attempted to make small talk and ignore the strain in my pants. After what seemed like an eternity, she placed her cup down and pushed back from the table, standing and stretching again. This time I could see her nipples through the bra and silk of her blouse. I followed her curves from her shoulders, along her breasts and arching back through her shirt and down across her beautiful ass under a dark skirt. I smiled a bit and stood up, trying my best to cover the full erection I had.

A short trip later and we were in her house. It was large, a lot larger than I was expecting, to be honest. She quickly pointed me to the kitchen, which was massive and open, with a huge island in the centre. She went to the back for a moment while I looked to see what equipment I could work with in the kitchen.

I heard her coming back, and asked after a large frying pan, unsure of where she kept things like that. I turned to see her walking down the hall, her hips swaying seductively. At first glance, not much had changed. Her hair was up and off her neck and she no longer had any hose on. But as she walked, something became increasingly obvious. Her breasts moved freely, bouncing almost hypnotically with each step. Her bra had come off and the blouse had been unbuttoned nearly halfway down. The silk fabric strained to contain her breasts as they bounced, and what they did contain was beautifully seen through the white silk, her darkish nipples pressed against it.

As if nothing had changed, she walked past me, bodies touching for a few moments, and headed to one of the cupboards and started to rummage around for what I had asked for. The vision had overcome me though. I walked up behind her, pressing my body into her. I towered over her small 5'4" frame, but my cock came to rest against her ass, straining against my pants and her skirt. I heard her inhale as I moved my mouth across the exposed part of her shoulder and up her neck, just gently touching it, taking in the scent of her body. I kissed the nape of her neck, my mouth touching her beautiful skin for the first time, enjoying it's softness. My hands moved around her body, one hand sliding across her tummy, soft and curvaceous. Spread, my hand covered her whole stomach, with the little finger sliding under the top of the skirt, feeling wisps of hair. My other hand reached across and under her breasts, both resting on top of my arm. It curled up and cupped her right breast from below. I had never known how large her breasts were, and it was not one of the things that came up in normal conversation, but with my rather large hand cupping one at that moment, I knew she was easily a double d, if not larger.

I softly kissed up the nape of her neck to just below her ear, at the same time I squeezed her breast gently, my thumb sliding across her hard nipple. Slowly I moved my hand up a bit, covering the whole breast, squeezing and kneading it, the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, so that it would be pinched a little when I squeezed it. My right hand moved across her tummy, touching the top of her hair while I continued to softly kiss and nibble up her neck.

Her ass pressed back into me, and I ground my cock in a little bit more. I began to pinch and pull on her nipple and as she turned her head to me, I kissed her lips with a deep passionate need. After a few minutes, she pulled away, breathing heavily. Before I could say anything, she grabbed my hand and lead me upstairs to her bedroom. Once in there, I pulled her around and kissed her deeply, my hands moving across her back and ass. I felt her hands in front of me, undoing my belt and pants.

I moaned a little, my cock finally free of pressing against it's prison. I felt her hand go into my boxers and heard her gasp a little as she wrapped her hand around my shaft. Slowly she stroked up and down my full length as I squeezed her ass. After a few moments, I started to reach for her skirt, wanting to lower it down so I could see and feel her pussy, but she stopped me, and pulled away.

'Not yet,' she said with an evil smile. 'First, we play a bit.'

She pushed me onto the bed, and told me to sit back and enjoy. She then walked around to the front of the bed, back far enough to ensure that I could see over the foot of it and have no chance of touching her. I propped myself up and watched her slowly unbutton the rest of her blouse and slowly, teasingly allow it to fall from her shoulders and off her body. I could only stair in awe at the sight before me. Her skin was the colour of coffee with cream in it, the amount that most first time drinkers put in. Creamy with a hint of darkness to it. Her areolas were large and dark, with two perfect nipples standing hard. She ran her hands over her body, cupping and caressing her breasts, pinching and playing with the nipples.

She then turned around and bent over for a moment, her perfect ass framed in her skirt. Slowly she pulled it up and I could just see a hint of her glistening pussy between her squeezed legs. She pulled her skirt up over her ass and spread her legs a little. I watched a hand dart between her legs, sliding across the outside of her lips, and then dipping in for a second, and moaning loudly: "God, my cunt is so hot and wet...."

My cock jumped at this, I would never have expected her to say anything like that, and it was very hot and erotic.

She turned to face me and let her skirt drop over her hips. She cocked her hips to one side and smiled at me.

'Do you like?' she asked me, with a grin that told me she already knew the answer.

'A goddess...' I whispered hoarsely. And then she smiled fully and blushed, ducking her head shyly. What ever she was expecting, that wasn't it, and I got to see the woman I had grown to know.

She walked to the bed and climbed up. I leaned forward to pull her to me. But she put a finger against my chest and pushed me back a little bit.

'Not yet. For now, a little play.' She said coyly. She sat down opposite me, resting against the footboard. My legs were open, and she spread hers to match. I could see her beautiful pussy, wet and glistening, in all it's glory.

'I'm going to cum in front of you, and you're just going to sit there and watch. You can't touch me yet...' I thought my cock was going to explode.

Slowly, her hand reached down and slide into her pussy. Two fingers slowly started to work their way in, gently at first, moving slowly. Each time they moved in, a moan would escape her lips. Her other hand reached up and started to rub and play with her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples, twisting them and teasing.

'Mmmmmm, do you like watching me play with my tits? Seeing me fuck my pussy in front of you?' she said, though her eyes were half closed with pleasure.

Without thinking, I pulled my boxers aside and grabbed my cock with my hand. I slowly started to slide it up and down it's full length, a little bit of precum glistening at the top. My cock isn't little, about 8 inches or so and when I started to stroke it, her eyes opened up and glued themselves onto it.

'That's right, stroke your cock as I play with myself. I want you to cum as I do....' in a deep sultry voice.

I didn't need any more encouragement. My hand started to slide up and down the full length of my cock, from head to balls and back. She moved her hands, one was still moving two fingers in and out of her pussy, though moved to the side slightly so I could see her full pussy. Her other hand had moved down and was moving up and down over her clit, slowly at first, then moving faster and faster. Her fingers started to move in and out of her pussy faster and with more force. Each time a moan would escape, deep and erotic. All the while her eyes were glued to my cock.

I smiled and started to stroke faster as well, almost keeping pace with her fingers moving in and out of her pussy. Precum glistening on the head, my hand glided over my cock as I watched her finger her pussy. Harder and faster I stroked it, fuelled by the vision in front of me and the moans of pleasure coming from her mouth.

'Stroke that cock hard for me, I want to see you cum!'

I stroked harder; deep, hard thrusts, imagining my cock plunging deep into her pussy. Soon, I felt the familiar tingle in my balls, a deep rumble of cum about to erupt.

'Yes, cummmm' she hissed between gritted teeth

Her finger slid in hard, fast circles around her clit, and two pounded deep into her pussy as hard and as fast as she could. This was all I needed. With one final long stroke, my cock twitched and started cumming hard. Thick, white cum spurted out of my cock. I will admit, I did aim a bit and the thick cum rained on the bed between us.

'Fuck' was all I heard across the bed. She plunged her fingers in deep into her pussy and pressed against her clit. Her whole body shook with the first orgasm. She tensed for a moment, fingers sliding just a little in and out of her pussy. After a few moments, she smiled at me and pulled her fingers from her pussy.

'So, what are you making for dinner?' she said with a cat-like smile.