The First Meeting

[Blush]

Am I insaine, meeting someone from the internet? Sure we clicked several months ago and quickly moved to phone conversations but making this leap. still a little scary. I have taken the precautions of telling several friends where I'll be and am taking my phone with strict instructions to check in every so often. So along with some trepidation is a great sense of excitiment. He's been talking dirty to me for so long, I want to find out if what we share is just sexual or more. Either way is win win as I see it.

I get off the plane and hope I recognize him from his pics. What I find instead is a driver with my name waiting for me. He tells me that Mr. Micheals has instructed him to take me to the hotel and get me settled in. We arrive at an extremely nice hotel and he carries my bags to my suite. As he turns to leave the phone rings, it's Mike, finally....

We talk briefly and I'm feeling infinitely more comfortable . I like your sexy deep voice and your manner puts me instantly at ease. You explain that you've been delayed slightly, apologize profusely and promise to arrive within two hours. You tell me to do what ever I want and charge it to the room. I laugh and say that you probably shouldn't be that trusting... I decide to start by freshening up, I fill the wonderful whirlpool with hot water and delicious smelling bath salts. I pile my hair on top of my head and sink into the tub with the candles lit all around and a glass of champagne to take the nervous edge off. Soft music is soothingly playing in the background, I say outloud to myself.... "he has thought of everything..." I lay there trying to let the hot water soak out all my tension and nervous excitement. " What are you doing?" Runs through my head occasionally but all the good reasons to be here out weigh the doubts as I give into the wonderful enviroment you have set up to seduce me.

I hear a knock at the door and I can hear someone enter. It freaks me out and I yell out "Can I help you? " as I grab a towel and head out to the living room. There stands a very pretty woman about 30 yo, she has medium length honey brown hair with a killer body. She walks into the bedroom and begins setting up a massage table, while explaining that she's there at your request to pleasure me. I'm thinking "ok.. what does that mean exactly?" At the same time I have to admit the ambiguous connotation is very exciting . She gets the table all set up and since I've just been standing there in a towel this whole time she tells me to lay down stomach first. As I comply, she takes out her oils and rubs them in her hands first to warm them up. She begins to rub my back, legs, and asks if I want her to remove the towel and have her massage my behind as well. I figure what the heck at this point.. I'm making all these leaps right? So I do... and I'm soooo relaxed from the warm bath and now the massage that when she has me turn over on my back I don't really notice at first the restraints she slips around my wrists. My eyes pop open and I ask her "what's going on?" She tells me that Mr. Micheals requested I be bound and she was given permission to do anything she wanted to me, he was leavng it up to her discretion . I was both outraged while simultaneously turned on at the same time if that is even possible.

She begins by massaging my legs, working up my thighs and just grazing my by now dripping pussy occasionally, just enough to keep me hypervigil and excited. She asks me if I'm enjoying myself and I say yes. She says good... I have another surprise for you, I'm thinking "oh my God, now what?" She takes out a blindfold and tells me it will make everything so much better. At this point I'm just going with the flow.. you only live once right? I hear another knock at the door. What is this Grand Central Staiton? She leaves the bedroom and goes to answer it. I only hope that I'm not visible to whomever it is, but really not caring all that much either. She comes back shortly and says it was room service and proceeds to squrit oil on my stomach and rock hard nipples and begins to sloooowly rub it in. They are so hard they hurt. Here I am in a strange city, in a strange room, waiting for a man I've never met before with a woman who is making my pussy wetter than I can remember in a long time.. just let the moment take you, I tell myself.

Her hands are very strong and I can smell her perfume as she leans over me to reach my other breast. She then begins her way back down my body. stomach my pussylips, bumping my aching clit on her way down to start at the feet and come back up. She takes one foot and starts sucking my toes. If I wasn't restrained I'm sure I would have jumped a mile.. that's like electricity straight to my pussy. I begin struggling to spread my legs open further but she just moves on to the inner thighs. I can feel her dragging her nails lightly on my skin and it gives me goosebumps all over, which in turn make my nipples glass cutting. Needless to say, my clit has popped up and out by this point and is just begging for some attention.

I'm pleading with her to give me some relief, to "just lick me, make me cum" but she hasn't spoken a word to me in at least a half hour, just the constant touching and teasing. She leans down and take a hard nipple in her mouth and bites it softly, I moan, so she bites it a little harder and then I moan LOUD! She proceeds to make sure both of my nipples are properly stimulated and worshiped before starting to lick down my stomach , the anticipation of where she seems to be going with this is killing me. I'm squirming all over the table, well, as much as a person can who's actually tied to said table. I try and spread my legs as far as possibe in anticipation of her going to lick my pussy, and I'm not disappointed. She starts with gently licking my dripping outer lips while her nails are pinching my nips. I am trying to grind my aching pussy into her face but she is definitely taking her time, she parts my folds with her tongue and it takes my breath away for a second. She teases me, running her tongue back and forth over my throbbing clit and then down to my ass and back up again, it is dizzyingly wonderful and it's not long before my ass is bucking off the table to meet her mouth. I'm sooo lost in the moment, and I feel the familiar contort of my face as a powerful orgasm rips through me. I lay there convulsing as she brings me down gently with soft licking and kissing, her touch is so light and I'm so turned on I cum again in a matter of minutes. At this point I'm just trying to catch my breath and feeling a little strange but very satisfied, wondering if Mike intended for this to happen?

She begins to untie me and as I sit up I remove the blindfold to find you standing there with your beard shaved off , wearing press on nails and smelling of women's perfume. Your face is all glazed up from eating my pussy and you have the biggest smile and dripping hard on I've ever seen. I smile and say that was fantastic, the element of not being sure and believing it was one thing when it was another was soooo good. I kiss you and taste myself all over your face as I've got your hard cock in my hand spreading the wonderful leakage all over the head between my fingers and thumb. I moan HARD and drop to my knees as I've been waiting to lick you dry again and again for months now...