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Date: Wed, 27 Jan 1999 15:26:17 +0000
From: Moonwatcher
Subject: First Encounter, (TG, m/m, TV)
First Encounter
(m/m, tv)
Yada yada, legal age, no minors, etc. Whatever.
This story is based on truth, but edited to remove the bits that didn't fit
the fantasy.
She opens the door, carefully, almost hiding behind it so that she's not
visible from outside. I look at her, smiling slightly. Initially, her
expression is wary, watchful but then she recognises me and smiles back; an
embarrassed smile. I match it.
"Come in", she says. Her voice is deep, husky, a mix of feminine with a
hint of depth beneath. I find it inviting, it makes me shiver, unless
that's just the realness of the situation, the actuality of it all, the
movement from fantasy to reality.
"Thanks", I say, and enter the house. She opens the door, still behind it,
as I come through, retreating slightly so that, again, she's hidden from
outside view. As I pass her she closes it. I take another step, looking
round at her, then pause.
She's dressed exactly as she said she would be, now that I have time to
translate between my expectations and what I see. She herself matches her
photographs, which is never exactly sure in this sort of situation. She's
made up carefully, just enough to shade over from everyday into slightly
tarty. Her clothes, though, are definitely on the showy side. A black
semi-transparent blouse, through which I can see a black bra, no lace. A
short skirt, tight against her thighs, made of a shiny satin material.
Tights or stockings; she promised stockings, anyway. Shoes with a small
heel - she's tall enough anyway. Her hair is dark, shoulder length.
Earrings and a bracelet, gold.
Whilst I take all this in, she's looking back at me. She still has the
slightly embarrassed smile; she's aware that I'm admiring her. She's
standing with one leg bent, one hand raised to the back of the door that's
she's closed. She blushes, dropping her gaze. We both laugh, just for a
moment, and it seems that we've passed some barrier.
"In here", she says, and walks past me, along the hallway. There are two
doors on the right; the first presumably to a front room which would look
out of the front of the house. She obviously doesn't want to be seen
there; she passes that door and turns right into a back room.
As she walks, I'm looking at her backside. She has a nice bum, not small,
but well rounded. Her skirt shows it off to perfection, and she's walking
carefully, so that it twitches at me. I follow it, admiring the motion and
her legs. As she enters the room, she turns back to look at me, catching
me looking. My initial hesitancy has all but gone, and I linger before
looking up and straight into her eyes.
Sometimes, when you meet the eyes of someone who you find attractive, you
can almost feel your instincts kick in. You feel yourself flush with blood
and time seems to slow down as you gaze into their eyes. It might only be
a glance, but it feels like you're sending long and involved messages.
Well, let's be honest here, the messages all come down to one simple
phrase: "I want you".
I guess she got the message, because she took a step back, so that the
light from the back window (blinds carefully drawn all the way down) fell
on her, moved her hands away from her body, palm up, in a "here I am"
gesture and said, "Well, what do you think?"
"I don't think your pictures were very truthful," I say. I wait half a
second to increase the impact and then add, "You were good-looking in them,
but you're really gorgeous". I draw out the word "gorgeous", emphasising
and savouring it. She grins, and poses a little more.
We're about three feet apart now, and I realise that I very much want to
kiss her. Before I can move, though, she comes over all practical.
"Can I take your coat?", she says. It's not quite the phrase I was hoping
for, but after a moment's consideration I realise that she should be
setting the pace, not me. After all, it's her house. And her body. I
shrug off my jacket. She takes it, and puts it over the arm of a chair
next to the door. I walk a little further into the room and look around.
There's a sofa, large and comfortable looking, a chair to match it. Quite
a large, Victorian room, light and airy. A large back window, with a blind
across it, lets in plenty of light. It's warm.
"Sit down", she says. It's a sort of question and invitation in one, and I
move to the sofa and sit, about two thirds of the way along. After all, if
I sat at one end, she might sit at the other, and I'm hoping that the
distance between us will get very small before too long. By sitting there
I'm giving her the option of sitting so that we're close, but not too close.
A fine calculation on my part. She sits down (smoothing her skirt under
her, though really it's not long or loose enough to need it) and slightly
sideways, so that she's leaning a little and turned towards me. Her left
elbow is on the back of the sofa, and she leans her head on that hand. Her
right hand tugs slightly at the edge of her skirt, teasing away an
imaginary wrinkle, then clasps her left knee. Her legs are uncrossed and
her feet are still on the floor.
A moment passes. She's changed the atmosphere a little, losing the
embarrassment of meeting by following the "welcome-to-my-house" rituals. I
look at her, meeting her eyes. She licks her lips slightly. They're well
outlined lips, full lips. Again, I very much want to kiss them.
"I like your house", I say. I'm thinking, I'd better follow this line of
conversation until I'm sure that it's okay to move onto ... other things.
"Thank you. " she says. "It's nice enough, with just me living here. I've
been here around five years now, so it's pretty much how I like it. It's
pretty private, especially with the blinds closed." We're looking straight
into each other's eyes again as she says that last sentence, and there are
definitely very basic messages going in both directions.
"So", I say, "did you like our last IRC conversation?"
"Definitely", she replies. We still have that unbroken gaze between us,
but now she breaks it to close her eyes, just for a moment, before she goes
on. "I came like crazy. Did you?"
She's very direct, I think. Definitely my kind of woman.
"No", I say, "not then. I saved myself." She arches her eyebrows a little.
"So you're expecting something, then?" Of course I am, and we both know
it. We're grinning now; this is a great game.
"Just waiting to see if anything's offered."
There's a pause. I put a questioning look on my face.
She takes her right hand from her knee and carefully shifts herself so that
her feet leave the floor and her legs tuck up beneath her a little. Then
she reaches over to my right hand, picks it up, squeezes it slightly and
puts it on her left thigh, just above the edge of her skirt.
She's warm to the touch, and her skirt is smooth and silky. I lay my hand
on her, spreading my fingers out, then pressing into her. I slide my hand
up and down her leg just a little, to feel her skirt rasp gently against
her stockings.
We're both looking at my hand as I do this. She breathes out, a long
exhalation, an indication of pleasure. I look up at her.
"Do you like me?", she asks, quietly. There's a tremor in her voice; I
would guess there's a tremor in mine too. My hand feels like it's shaking,
or as though I'm slightly drunk. In the words of Raymond Chandler, I feel
as randy as a stallion.
"God, yes." I reply. It's time. I move a couple of inches closer to her.
Her eyes flicker over my face and finally, as I close the gap between us,
they close.
Her lips are even better than they looked. The first kiss is brief,
gentle, though the shock of it feels like a static spark between us. The
next starts softly, lips closed, and then moves into something more as our
heads turn, her arms come up and around my neck, my hands move over her
body, our lips open and our tongues meet. The kiss goes on, hardening,
softening as we almost lap at each other.
Finally we draw apart. We're both breathing heavily. She takes one of her
hands from where they have been clasped behind my head and trails it down
my chest. Slowly she moves it further down, opening her fingers and
pressing in until she has me outlined under my jeans. She squeezes me
gently and I gasp to let her know how good that is.
She kisses me, firmly, and both hands work at me now, loosening buttons and
fumbling at my belt. I help her with it and, as I come undone, shift
myself to let her pull at my jeans.
I'm hard against her hand now, just my shorts between her and me. She
undoes the buttons, from top to bottom, carefully. Her fingernails are
painted a dark red. Before the last button is undone I'm free, rising
slightly away from my body, pulsing with my heartbeat.
She places one hand palm up, cradling me, and strokes me with the other.
She glances up at me, a wide smile on her face.
"Nice?", she asks. I sigh with pleasure in reply. "It's so soft", she
says, looking back down. "But still nice and hard."
"How about you?", I ask. She gives me a reproving look.
"All in good time." She strokes me again, and then lowers her head. I
lean back against the sofa and anticipate.
Her lips touch my cock. She kisses her way down it gently, and then trails
her tongue up again, reaching the tip. Then she carefully eases it into
her mouth; just a fraction at first, then out. Then a little more, then
out. Then she takes me deep inside, rolling her tongue over me, over the
most sensitive bits at the tip, at the front. Now I gasp for real. She is
very, very good at this.
My right hand is on her back, and she's slipped sideways on the sofa. Her
skirt is tight over her bum, and now I slide my hand down onto her
buttocks, and savour the feel of them. A little lower, and I feel the edge
of her skirt. Frustratingly, it's so tight against her thighs that I can't
slide underneath it. Her legs are close together, but as I try to move my
finger between her thighs I feel her open them.
She removes a hand from my cock for a moment, and reaches back to her
skirt, easing it up. I slide my hand in between her thighs and upwards,
finding the tops of her stockings and smooth shaven skin above. Searching
upwards I find silken material along her crotch.
I move my fingers up and back, pushing her skirt over her buttocks. I ease
her panties aside as I reach the crucial area, and reach inside. Here too
her skin is smooth, and warm. I brush her opening with a finger, asking
permission. She takes her mouth from me for a moment. "Go on, try it".
My finger touches stickiness, slipperiness. She's already well lubricated,
so I wasn't the only one expecting something. I slide my little finger
just barely inside, treating her gently. She responds by pushing herself
back against me; I can almost feel her dilating. I remove the smallest
finger and ease the middle one in. I take it slowly, letting her get used
to each incremental bit, sliding out a little, then in further until I'm
sliding the whole finger gently in and out. I add another, easing them
apart when they're inside her.
She lifts her head from me and I look down, worried that this is too much,
but she's looking wild, excited.
"I can't decide," she says, "between sucking you or fucking you." She
kisses me before I can reply, and I taste myself on her tongue. She pulls
away from me, and stands.
She takes a breath, and then shakes her hair back. I gaze up; her lipstick
is smeared, her skirt is halfway up and she's breathless and flushed. I
don't think I have seen anything as erotic in my entire life. Then she
reaches around to the side of her skirt and unzips it, letting it fall down
around her ankles and stepping out of it. Her hands move to the waistband
of her panties.
"Wait", I say. She looks back at me. I sit up and reach out, taking her
hands away, replacing them with mine. I move forward to the edge of the
sofa so that I'm sitting in front of her, head level with her belly, and I
pull her panties down slowly.
Her cock is pulled down for a moment, and then springs up at me. It's
shaven, glistening, swollen and wonderful. I let her panties drop to the
floor and lean forward to kiss it, letting my tongue roll around the tip.
I take it in my mouth while my finger stroke and caress her balls. Her
hands touch the sides of my head, and then hold me. Then they ease me
back, away from her. I let my tongue rub over her as I withdraw, and then
look up at her.
Saying nothing, she pushes me back. I take the hint and sit back on the
sofa. She kneels and pulls off my shoes and socks, followed by my jeans.
I help her get my shorts off. She stands up, one leg either side of mine,
and kneels forward so that she straddles me. Once her weight is on the
sofa she moves closer to me; I reach out and clasp her hips to steady her
so that she can have a hand free.
Her right hand holds me as she lowers herself, guiding me against her. I
feel my cock touch her, then press against her opening. She pushes back
and down, dilating, and I enter her.
The feeling is fantastic. She's tight against me, and we move with each
other, her eyes closed, mine open and watching her, each push taking me
just a little further in. It takes about half a minute; she grits her
teeth a couple of times and I ease off to let her know that she is in
control. When I'm fully in she carefully lets her weight down on me, opens
her eyes and looks down at me.
"Is this what you were expecting?" she asks. I grin at her, and let my
hands slide up from her hips, over her belly and down, moving around under
her balls. I take hold of her cock and gently move my hand up and down.
"You're everything I was expecting and more", I say. Corny, but genuinely
meant.