Chris and I met online about ten years earlier. I couldn’t believe that it had been so long, and that we were closer and sweeter on each other than we ever thought possible. I did love him and couldn’t wait to see him. I hoped that we would be just as sweet on each other in real life as we had been online.
Why didn’t we just keep it online? Why were we doing this? What if things didn’t work out and we would no longer talk to each other? All these questions in my mind, all the worries, and all the excitement.
Chris lived in Australia, but traveled all over the world. He’d been to more places than I even knew existed. You’d think we would have met sooner, and yet, he was never able to get over to this side of the planet. This was the first time, and now I wondered if we were doing the right thing, because even if the meeting went well, and we still loved each other, he had to go back, and I had no idea if I would ever see him again.
I sat in the airport terminal waiting for the plane to land. I was early just in case. It gave me just enough time to worry more. I dreamt of it going really well, and at the same time in the back of my mind, I thought about it not going as well as I wanted it, too.
As soon as the plane landed and people began coming into the terminal I looked for him. I knew that I would know him on sight. I had so many pictures of him and seen him so many times on the web cam that I would know him right off.
My heart was pounding so loud that I worried other people would hear it. I could hardly breathe and I was shaking so badly that I knew he would be able to tell when he saw me. About twenty people came in before I saw him. He was just like his pictures. He was fairly average in height, just slightly taller than me. He wore a black t-shirt and jeans, which brought out his powerful build. He had a smile that would melt even the most heartless women.
I looked at him and smiled, feeling my face warm with a glow that I hadn’t known before. He saw me at the same time, and the same happy glow filled his face. Chris walked over to me and without hesitation, took me into his arms and held me. Tears filled my eyes as I began to cry happily. I held onto him tighter than I had ever hugged anyone. I already didn’t want to let him go. What was I going to do when his time with me was over?
Chris backed away from me, the same tears in his eyes. He gently wiped them off my cheeks and just looked at me for the longest time before saying, “Hi, sweetheart. I finally made it to see you.” His accent was amazing, and I was so happy that I actually understood him. I could hear the emotion in his voice, and see that he was just as happy to meet me.
“I’m so glad to see you, Chris. I can’t tell you all the things that I’m feeling right now.” I cried like I was hurt, and yet, I was just so overwhelmed and so happy that I couldn’t contain the emotion at all.
“I feel the same, baby. I really do, “ and I could see that he meant it.
Chris didn’t wait, didn’t hesitate, just brought his lips to mine and kissed me more passionately than I had ever kissed anyone before. It was hard and fast as our tongues played together and our bodies pressed tightly against the other. For a moment I forgot that we were in the airport and that there were other people around.
“Hey, get a room,” someone yelled out at us.
I pulled away from Chris, laughing through my tears. He laughed, too, and just stared at me, then brushed my cheek with his hand. It was so warm that I nearly melted under his touch. “You are as beautiful as I knew you would be,” he said.
“And you are the most wonderful man in the world,” I said, and kissed him this time. I didn’t care what other people would say. It was just a kiss, though very passionate.
“Maybe we should get a room like that guy said,” Chris said.
“Or maybe I need to just torture you until we get to my house.” I laughed at him knowing that it was just as much my torture as his.
“I can wait. I shouldn’t be this anxious anyway,” he said. He wrapped his arms around me and held me so tight and close to him that I felt molded to his body. I really didn’t want to let go of him even to the travel the twenty minutes to my house.
“I love you, Chris,” I whispered into his shoulder. I wasn’t sure I said it loud enough for him to hear me, or if I should have even said it at all.
He pulled me away from him and looked at me for a long, intense moment. I thought maybe he had changed his mind, didn’t love me now that he saw me. I thought that he was thinking of a way to tell me that this wasn’t going to be the relationship that he wanted. But suddenly he said, “I truly love you, too. You are everything that I thought you were going to be. You are beautiful, smart, funny, sensitive, and I’d be lost without you as my friend.”
“Oh, Chris,” was all I could say as the tears came down my cheeks. I knew that it might all seem so silly to someone else, the tears, the emotion, yet to me, it was all so overwhelming. I had never felt such deep emotion for anyone in my life. All the years that we had been together over the Internet, all the talks, all the caring was all coming at me in that moment of meeting. I did want him. I wanted to make love to him until he left to go back home, but I was afraid if I were too anxious, I’d scare him right back to Australia.
“Let’s go,” Chris said. “We can talk on the way.” All I really wanted to say was that talking was not what I really wanted to do.
Once we began walking, I was able to contain my composer, talking his ear off with questions about his flight, how he was, how long he was staying, and anything that came into my mind. His accent made me melt with enjoyment, especially when he said my name. His arm wrapped around me the entire time, even after he got his bags from the terminal.
“Your hair is such a lovely shade of red and so soft,” he said as he ran his fingers through the straight strands that ran halfway down my back. “I can’t take my eyes off you.” I smiled at him. “And your smile is beautiful. It lights up those blue eyes of yours.”
The comments were enough to make me stop talking, stop thinking. Only the feeling of melting entered me. I was completely speechless. With every minute of being together, it was another step closer to aching deeply for him. I just wanted to feel close, warm, excited, care for.
We were at the car, and he had put his bags into the trunk, and then he looked at me for the longest time. It was amazing the way he could capture my gaze, my thoughts, my feelings like no other person. And then he kissed me there in the parking with the trunk lid still open. For a moment my knees felt weak and I thought he might have to catch me, but his embrace was firm and kept me upright.
“Let’s go,” Chris said when his lips left mine. “I can’t wait to see your place.”
“I don’t think that’s all you will be seeing,” I said, completely honest. I knew that he knew how much I wanted him, and I didn’t care. I wanted him to know just what he did to me.
The drive to my apartment was never-ending, but we talked about everything from how he felt about my little town to how I couldn’t wait to get home and make love to him.
“I never realized just how far it was to my house from the airport. The suspense is killing me,” I blurted out when we were nearly there.
“That’s a good thing,” Chris said. “Everything will be that much more wonderful when it happens.” He leaned over to the driver’s seat and kissed my cheek. It was hard enough to concentrate on my driving without him being so near me. A slight bit of quivering ran through my body as his hand rested on my flat tummy.
“Am I disturbing your driving?” He asked as if reading my mind.
“Yes,” I said, so he moved back over, and I was almost grateful that he did. I did not want to crash the car and die, before I had a chance to be with him, taste him, feel him, smell him.
I laughed as he looked sadly at me sitting in the seat not so far away. “Don’t look so sad,” I said. “We are here,” and I pulled into my parking lot and parked the car.
We couldn’t move fast enough to get out of the car. I took his hand and ran with him through the parking lot, in through the door, down the hall, and into my living room. We laughed together as we tried to catch our breath for just a moment.
I looked at him and he took me firmly into his arms. I hadn’t even taken off my jacket yet. “I love you, Chris. I will always love you no matter where you are.”
“I feel the same. I love you, too.”
He brought his lips down on mine determined to take it all, fill my mouth with his tongue, and press his body so close to mine that he was all I could feel, smell. The next thing I knew I was in my bedroom and don’t remember how I got there. “You are all I have dreamt of, fantasized about,” Chris said. “I’ve ached for you since I bought the plane tickets, knowing this is what would happen between us. I’ve pictured you so perfect in my mind, and here you are, just as perfect.” I melted at his words, the sound of his voice, his warmth. The situation was mesmerizing.
“Take me, Chris. I ache for you, too. I need you so much.” We kissed frantically, as if this were the only time, I would ever be able to have him. We couldn’t wait for it, didn’t want to make it happen slowly. Slow would happen later. Snaps, buttons, zippers were all being done at nearly the same time. Clothes were thrown on the floor. Chris pushed me back, naked onto the edge of the bed. My bare, porcelain ass touched the fleece Easter purple blanket that lay on it. He immediately knelt his own naked body on the floor between my legs. He lifted my knees and parted my legs before spreading the soft pink lips apart to get to the excited bulb inside. The point of his tongue licked around it, driving me to thrust my hips forward. At the same time he thrust at least two fingers as deep inside of me as he could. I gasped in pleasure moving my hips forward then back. I had no control over the amount of pleasure being thrust into me.
“Yes, Chris, keep it up. It won’t be long,” I murmured, while he continued to fill me and lick me. Suddenly he stopped and stood back a slight bit away from me.
“Show me,” he said. “Show me the way you want me to play with you. Spread those soft, luscious lips apart and show me how to play with you. Show me how to make you cum for me.”
I didn’t mind. I wanted to show him. Reaching between my legs I spread the lips as he had ordered. I used my middle finger over my clit, first in circles, then from side to side, then back in circles. I moaned as I continued to inflict pleasure upon myself.
“Show me, too, Chris. Kneel beside me where I can watch you stroke that hard, long, thick shaft. Let me see how you do it.” Chris moved quickly beside me on the bed. He took his big shaft into his fisted hand and began to stroke it, slowly at first, and then faster. His eyes were fixed on my fingers that frantically moved over myself. I could hear and feel the wetness as I rubbed it over my clit and the lips.
Right before the explosion began within me, I stopped and reached my wet hand up to Chris’s balls. I slid them over, then very lightly touched them as the grip on his cock grew tighter and his movements faster. He moaned loudly and I knew he was about to cum.
“Stop, Chris. Don’t cum yet. Let me feel you inside me. Fill me. I ache for you. I’m so wet, baby,” I said pleading with him.
He lay back on my bed, his hot, hard cock standing straight up. “Sit on me, baby. Let me slide into that wet pussy.”
I faced him as I kneeled over him, lowering myself down, so that he slid right into me. “Oh, Chris,” I moaned as I pushed my bottom onto him. I squirmed over him, keeping it deep in me without letting him slide out yet. I just wanted to feel how full I was and how it hit a pleasure point very deep inside. Chris reached up to my breasts and began kneading them, and then pinching the nipples. I looked down at the ecstasy on his face as I slowly began to move up and down on his lap. He put his hands on my ass and guided me as he stared between my legs.
“Take it,” Chris said. “You are so hot and wet.” I continued to move over him. He would run his hands over me to my breasts. He squeezed them very firmly as he felt me tense up as the pleasure intensified. I started shake over as his hard shaft hit deep inside me. “Cum, baby.” I shrieked as the spasms moved through quickly through me.
I enjoyed the feeling for a moment before Chris rolled me over onto my back. He lifted me feet onto his shoulders and pushed as deeply into me as he could get. “I want you.”
He put his hand between my legs and played with my still quivering clit. Almost like an excited animal he kept pushing hard into me, then out of me, then back into me. I pushed against him as hard as I could. I relished the feeling of him slamming into me.
“Cum with me,” Chris said thrusting the hardest yet. He closed his eyes and shook all over as I felt spasms passing through me to make me cum again. I was barely coherent as it happened, as I took his cum into my loins. We kept shaking with the other. Chris stayed in place until all of his sweetness emptied into me.
He put my legs down and collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waste and rocked with him. We caught our breath. Chris ran his hand up and down my side and then cupped my breast. He kissed my neck and then looked up at me. A smile came over his face that made me feel warm all over.
“You are amazing,” he said.
“So are you,” I said. I kept my legs wrapped around him tightly so he could slide all the way out of me, so he couldn’t get off of me. I loved the feeling of him still inside me, his sweaty body against mine.
“You like me inside you, don’t you?” Chris asked. “You don’t seem to want me to move.”
“You feel so good, rocking against me. It’s just the best feeling.”
He pinched my nipple as he pushed against my clit harder. “Does that little clit need more attention?”
“Eventually,” I smiled. “You aren’t moving.”
“I will move when I am hard again.”
“Are you sure you want to go site-seeing while you are here?” I asked with a grin.
“This is all the site-seeing I need,” Chris said and laughed.
That week, we made love everywhere in the house: my bedroom, the floor, the couch, the kitchen table, my office, in the shower, on the bathroom floor. I had him cum in me and on me. I had him play with me and watch me play with myself. I licked his cock and tasted his cum. He licked my clit and tasted my sweet wetness. We tried several positions, speeds, roughness. I never wanted to stop having sex with him, but since I knew he would eventually be going home, I wanted to do as much as we could.
When Chris left it was hardest thing I had ever had to do. He promised me he would be back. He promised this wouldn’t be the only time. He promised me that next time he would take me with him. He would never let me go. He would continue to teach me. I knew that I would forever be ready to learn whatever he wanted to teach me.
