Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled ‘how it might begin and continue….” When I see you next, this is what I'm going to do:
I will tell you to undress completely. Pull the covers down off the bed and arrange the pillows at the headboard. I then will tell you to prop yourself up sitting against it. I will remain fully clothed. I will make note of the time.
Sixty minutes later, I will let you come.
I'll bend my mouth to your cock. I will lick, stroke, and tease you. I'll cup your balls with my hands and my mouth. You must say you will fuck me whenever I want, wherever I want. I will let you whimper. I'll make you beg to cum. Oh you will try to thrust against my face but I won't let you as I'm in charge. You will be deep in my throat, then teased only by my lips.
Much as I'll want to, I won't give in and fuck you. You can have my mouth and that's it. I'm hungry to swallow your load and nothing else will satisfy me. But you are going to have to earn it.
Is fucking earned? Let’s begin…
I was dimly conscious of the fire alarm box pressing into my lower back, but everything else was a blur. Burying my face in his chest, I could smell his cologne, mingled with his musky natural scent... sublime, evocative, intoxicating.
We'd met a short while before, at a large public railway station in the centre of London. Immediately recognizing each other from the pictures we'd exchanged, it had been a meeting that put the romance of "Brief Encounter" to shame. We'd been drawn together as if magnetized, each first touching, then holding the other's hand.
And then that kiss.... the first kiss... oh my.
I'd thought about it and imagined how it might be for months now, but nothing had prepared me for all this. Not for the intensity of feeling, nor the softness of his lips, or the strength of his arms as they pulled me closer to him. Nor for the way the world span when I was close to him. Not for the fireworks in my head -- the colors exploding before my eyes, the expanding excitement within me, the sheer and utter joy that we were finally breathing the same airspace.
I don't know how long we initially stood there. We kissed as if time had stopped. It was a ten minute walk back to my hotel from the station, but it was more than an hour between the time we arrived there from the time we first laid eyes on each other.
Now in the elevator, I shifted slightly, so that the fire alarm box no longer protruded into me. We were holding each other as if our lives depended on hanging on tightly. As if each had to grip the other to believe that this was real. It very well might not be.
But it was. It was just very difficult to compute.
For three months now, we had communicated daily. Texts and phone calls. No day had been allowed to pass without reciprocal contact. Said contact was never minimal, always a pass that went back and forth at least twice.
I'd sent him photos of me almost as soon as he'd asked, garnering an enthusiastic response.
"You're gorgeous. I'm drooling here..."
We'd each recognized in the other a kindred spirit. We'd bonded on so many levels and felt so natural in each other's company so quickly that it had astounded both of us. We'd laughed and joked together, proclaimed our answers to the the problems of the world from our cyber soapboxes to each other, discussed literature and music, film and television, and on and on and on...
We'd shared intimate and revealing fantasies... each about the other. We'd collaborated on writing work together, each thoroughly appreciating and enjoying the input of the other, each believing that the other validated them.
We both felt so at home with each other, that to cut the connection -- wrong on many conventional levels, but right on all the millions of others -- was simply impossible. We knew we had to meet, in order to prove that the other truly existed, that the feelings were real, that this wasn't some after-school special come true, or a scene from a British soap opera, or reconnecting with someone from high school and having a naughty affair..only online and not in person.
This was so real that it was practically tangible. What do you call that emotion, that sense of wonder that engulfs you, when you feel this way to the extent that it's as if no one ever felt it before? I felt that way with my ex, ya know, that blast from the past, but then again, it was just a sexting affair, never in person. In fact, I don’t think he know how I felt about him and it was hot. He still turns me on when I randomly think about him.
With a "ping" that made us both jump, the elevator stopped at the correct floor. I took his hand and led him to the room, fumbling more than usual with the card key that refused point blank to work the first time I tried it, each time I attempted to enter my room. Eventually the door opened, and there we were. Inside an enclosed space. Together.
We'd talked of little else for months now.
My palms were sweating. Shit! I was suddenly so nervous, I started visibly trembling. Taking off his coat, he then removed mine. My nerves got the better of me and really took hold, and I suddenly couldn't meet his eye. What if I disappointed him? What if i was mistaken? What if.. a thousand other things...
I mean, ok, i could tell that he'd liked what he'd initially seen, but this was so much more than that. I wanted him so badly I could feel it welling up inside me like a volcano, and yet I couldn't speak a word.
He sensed my discomfort, and sat down next to me on the bed. Turning to me, he took his index finger and tilted my chin until my eyes met his. I met his sparkling blue gaze evenly, looking deeply into those blue pools as if searching for answers that I knew hadn't been formulated yet. Still, neither of us said a word. With his free hand, he took hold of my right, and held it tight, then brought it to his lips and kissed each finger softly. I found myself exhaling, little realizing how long i'd held my breath, and felt myself relax. I didn't look away for a second, though... i was mesmerized.
Finally, he spoke.
"Kiss me, my sweetie.”
And kissing I did. And kissing we did. Fuck. So amazing. It was as if nothing and no one else existed.
I dimly became aware of kicking my pants off, barely aware that I'd even unzipped them. It was all such a natural progression. I entwined my bare leg with his, vaguely registering that his leg was also unclothed.
I broke from his mouth and held myself back at arm's length. I wanted to look at him, this man who had so captured my attention, my mind, my heart and my soul. Such a beautiful face, those eyes that masked his inner self, the self he had bared to me on so many occasions. I knew this face so well, it was almost a part of me. And yet I felt a pressing urge to gaze at it again.
He looked straight back at me.
"My princess... " he said.
I reached forward and pulled his shirt over his head. He did the same to me, and then pulled me close to him, so that we could each feel the others skin next to our own. He then unhooked my bra, releasing my breasts into his waiting hands. He exhaled slowly, and bent his mouth to my nipples, causing me to inhale sharply. I threw my head back in joy... nothing had ever felt so natural to me in my life.
I stroked his head, and the side of his face. My hand drifted down to his shoulder, which I caressed with loving attention. He continued to pay homage to my breasts and nipples, rendering me speechless with ecstasy. My hands drifted down his chest, drawing circles around his nipples until he moaned.
"No... yes... tweak them... oh..."
I caressed his nipples, and then sharply tweaked them, causing him to audibly groan with pleasure. I bent my head to them, and he ran his fingers through my hair, as I gently bit down on first one, and then the other.
"Oh my god... oh my fucking god... mmmm... that's so good..."
Aha. Praising god. This meant that I was having the desired effect. I knew he only became ecclesiastical when he was highly aroused... I'd heard him do this over the phone before, but never up close and personal.
As I continued to move my mouth down his torso, licking and nibbling and nuzzling as I went, I felt his fingers tracing circles over my body... over my shoulders, down my back until he reached my hips. Playfully he pinched my waist, and felt me jump.
"Hmmm. A ticklish little minx, hey?"
I murmured in a growly kind of way. Dammit, I was trying to concentrate on him! There was nothing else for it. He was obviously going to start tickling me in earnest unless I could distract him, and that would render me completely helpless. I do not do helpless in the bedroom. Not if I can help it.
No, this called for decisive action.
In one swift move, I bent over his rock hard cock and took it as far into my mouth as I could and sucked. Hard. This time it was the turn of Mary, mother of god to be praised, with a sudden yelp of pleasure.
I pulled back off his cock, gently grazing my teeth all the way up his shaft, and around the rim of his head. Then, before he had time to register what I was doing, I moved my mouth under his shaft, taking first one, then both balls in my mouth and sucking them gently. My hand stroked his cock, so it shouldn't feel left out in the cold, so to speak.
“fuuccckkk yessss..."
Suddenly I felt his fingers moving down the crack of my ass. He deftly maneuvered them around my anus until he was playfully dipping them in and out, lubing me with my own silvery wetness that he obtained by running another finger down into my engorged and very wet cunt. Now it was my turn to moan in delight, which was all I could manage with his balls in my mouth.
Without causing my body to move -- I did not want to disturb him in his efforts -- I shifted my mouth back to concentrating on his heavy thick cock... I looked at it briefly, before returning back into my mouth.. deep. it was beautiful. So full, so velvety, so beautifully sculptured. I lapped the side of him. I took him in as deep as I could, and sucked hard, then released. I cuddled and caressed his balls all the while. I traced the edge of his rim with my teeth and my tongue. I worshipped his cock like it was sent from beyond... I couldn't get enough of him in my mouth.
His fingers delved into my ass deeper and deeper, causing my head to spin with pleasure. I knew I was close, but I didn't want to come without him. Then in my hands I felt the unmistakable feeling of his balls rising, and I ensured that I had him firmly in my mouth so that when he came I could take all he had to give me and happily swallow...
And there it was, with an ecstatic "oh yes... oh yes.... oh god yes! YES!" he came, as I simultaneously succumbed to his relentless fingers in my ass and my cunt, driving me up to a level of bliss I hadn't experienced in a long, long time, as I reached my apex and I exploded inside in exquisite delight.
Breathless and panting, we looked at each other. I smiled at him, and he smiled back, the joy on his face mirroring my own, and lighting up the room.
"You're perfect," he said to me. "Where have you been my whole life?
I smiled back, but didn't answer. I couldn't, I was too moved by him saying such a beautiful thing.
I don't think I've ever felt happier... ever.
