meetingyou

{\rtf1\mac\ansicpg10000\cocoartf102 {\fonttbl\f0\fswiss\fcharset77 Helvetica;} {\colortbl;\red255\green255\blue255;} \margl1440\margr1440\vieww9000\viewh9000\viewkind0 \pard\tx720\tx1440\tx2160\tx2880\tx3600\tx4320\tx5040\tx5760\tx6480\tx7200\ tx7920\tx8640\ql\qnatural \f0\fs24 \cf0 \ Archive name: meetingyou.txt\ Authors name: Bettie Pen (bettiepen@fcuk-me.co.uk)\ story title : Meeting You\ \ ------------------------------------------------------\ \'a9 2002 Bettie Pen - Please do not remove the \ author information or make any changes to this \ story. You may post freely to non-commercial\ free sites, as long as it is posted in its entirety.\ Thank you.\ ------------------------------------------------------\ Author's Note:\ \ This is the first erotic story I've ever written. \ I wasn't originally intending to post it publicly, \ it was just my account of a weekend.\ Please give me feedback on it! All comments, \ questions, or suggestions are appreciated.\ Thank you,\ \ Bettie Pen, bettiepen@fcuk-me.co.uk\ 10/8/02\ \ -----------------------------------------------------------------------\ \ I was so excited to be seeing you again, that I drove 90 mph the whole way. I'd never driven that fast before, but I didn't care, except for when I noticed the state trooper behind me. Fortunately, he only wanted to pass me. Evidently you need to be going faster than I was to warrant being in the left lane in New York State. Maybe everyone had trysts that weekend.\ I got to the hotel early of course, and I waited for an hour in the little room, watching an "I dream of Jeannie" marathon on the cable tv in front of the queen sized bed. We'd be sleeping in it, together, for the next two nights. I was so anxious. I was getting wet sitting there, and it had absolutely nothing to do with Major Nelson, or Jeannie. I missed you so much. It was hard for me to really believe it'd only been a month since I had last kissed you. It felt like I'd lived a lifetime without you. I couldn't imagian how I was ever going to go home knowing that we'd only be spending one weekend a month together for the next four years. But then finally you arrived, and that put an end to any such thoughts. How could I be sad with this wonderful man in the room? Especially when I knew that I was going to get laid? You were even more gorgeous than I'd remembered. You'd lost weight, yes, but that wasn't it. I'd forgotten the subtler beauties of your face, like the way the muscles of your nose stand out, and just how small your ears actually are, and I'd even forgotten the smell of your skin. I'd forgotten how the small purple veins stood out against the smooth skin of your cock. I still can't say penis in reference to your... well yeah. I mean, penis just doesn't sound like an adequate word for that thing that sprung up when I stripped, pulled off your pants, and threw you on the bed. I did that immediately. Well, immediately after about 30 seconds of staring at you. And maybe there was some sloppy but passionate kissing as I ripped off my shirt (I'd had the sense to not even bring one bra all weekend, it'd just get in the way), and tore off your pants. When I got you on the bed, I played with your hair and your tongue for a moment, trying to tease you some more, but I couldn't take the teasing myself. I looked into your eyes, your deep brown eyes, and I let myself down onto your cock. Oooh. I'd forgotten how big you were. I mean, I could sculpt a perfect actual size replica of it, but I'd forgotten how big you felt inside me. I had to bounce up and down for a minute to get used to you again. Sex with you is just incredible. You know to let me pound myself down on you, trying to get myself off and forgetting that there's anything to me and you except a drooling pussy sucking on a hard cock... for a moment or two. But then you brought me back and kissed me and pulled me down onto your chest and rolled me on my side. That way we could cover each other in kisses while you thrust into my beckoning hips again and again. Of course, we did. But eventually, the loving wasn't enough, and I was twice as horny as before. I didn't even say anything, though I might have moaned more urgently, and you rolled me onto my back and plunged into me. Oh! You felt so damn good. You kept pounding and thrusting and your balls slapped up against my ass and I could feel the electricity in my pussy spreading all throughout my body, and then it just hit. My pussy tightened up and spasmed and I forgot about the open window and the two guys sittng down the hall from our room and I practically screamed. And as I was feeling that I heard you moan and felt you cum into me. I love it when you cum. The way you look, the way you sound, everything is just so extremely erotic and wonderful. You and I eventually both came down from our little orgasmic worlds, and you rolled out of me and onto your back. When I tried to sit up to move closer to you, you grabbed me, pulled me into a tight embrace and said "No. You can't leave until Sunday." \ I need to start meeting you more often.}

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