dream, fantasy, truth or fiction

The girl looks up at the house not knowing that awaits inside, her hands adjusts her collar wondering if this was a good idea. It must it was hers or 'was it?' She doesnt know anymore. She can always turn around and go. Pretend it never happened. No, she always followed through. Something she was brought up with, always follow through.

Letting out a deep breath, she steadied her nerves and walked up the steps. Thinking 'I hope its not awful' Ringing on the doorbell, she waits. Getting a smile ready she lifts her chin looking comfortable, while her nails dig into her palms. The door opens wide and a man stands there. She knows him, theyve spoken in length. Only this time things are different.

He smiles and politely asks her to 'please come inside' she walks by him through the doorway, making sure that not to bump into him. In the foyer she takes in her surrounding. Noticing the pale blue color of the paint on the wall. The mirror hanging and the closet doors partially open. Through the foyer he leads her once her long coat has been hung. Self conscious without her long coat she accepts the offer to relax on the sofa. A drink poured into highball glasses. Nervously holding the glass in front of her he asks her questions.

Politely, trying not to show nerves she answers and after a while she relaxes. Talking makes her relaxed. As long as she continues shes fine. She also asks him questions and soon thay are talking about things that seem interesting. She thinks that 'im not interested in that but were all different'.

Looking at the time on the stereo system while he pours a glass of water at her request she notices that its been a couple of hours. She wonders how she can politely say her goodbyes. He returns and theres a silence that lasts a while. No one is in a rush to fill it and she lean back on the sofa and he sits closer to her. Soon he asks her if he can kiss her. She doesnt say anything but moves her head closer. His mouth opens wide over hers and she tightens her eyes at the unfamiliar feel of lips on hers.

The kiss is different and she thinks of why shes there, what to do and how to do it. Hands are now on her body and they are moving to her breasts, over her clothes she feels herself respond. Her own hands still beside her, not moving or participating. His hands continue to roam and soon they start to remove her clothes. She is wondering if this is what she wants. It must... shes not rejecting anything.

They continue to kiss. 'He seems so much more into it' she thinks. 'Why arent I as excited?' Pushing herself she continues on, pushing aside those thoughts of second guessing. Her blouse has been removed and her pants join the rest of her clothing. He removes his own clothing and his mouth kisses down her body. He looks down at her and wonders at how lucky he is, he was so nervous as well.

She makes a decision and moves him to a sitting position on the sofa. Kneeling in between his legs she strokes him slowly, studying his reactions, finding out what he likes. She uses her mouth on him, licks him with her tongue. Tastes his excitement. He wants to pull her up to him but she refuses to move from between his legs. This is what she wants, what she is allowing herself to do.

Taking him in her mouth he gasps and spreads his legs wider. Her hands grips his thighs and let him watch her take him inside her mouth. Watch her take him deeper and deeper. She doesnt know how much she can take and she tries still to take more. Tears fill her eyes and she pulls away slowly, as she pulls away she sees a trail from her mouth to him. She flicks her tongue out and follows the trail back he moans and praises her, telling her that shes so sexy.

That spurs her on more and she continues to tighten and vary her movement. After she feels his legs tighten she stops and uses her hand to hold him tight. The wetness from her mouth soaking her hands as she moves her hand up and down. She watches his hips thrusting up as she moves her hand and she leans her head down to take the tip into her mouth. Only to tghten her lips and suck while hands are still working him.

His hands on the back of her head, he tells her just how he likes it, tells her that he likes it deep and fast. She opens her mouth wider and feels tears pool in her eyes again. 'It cant be long now she thinks'. Shes excited that hes enjoying himself. His hands a reminder that he is looking for the end.

She wants to be there to meet him at the end. She pulls away from him and tears fall down her face, her nose feels runny. She cant be looking her best. But hes so turned on all hes focusing on is the trail from her mouth leading to where he wants her again.

Her hands make quick work of him. Making him harder. Squeezing him tight in her hands. She reaches for her nipple with her other hand and his gaze follows like a hawk. she pinches a nipple and lets out a slow moan. In her hand she feels him harden even more and she smiles at him knowing that hes going to explode in her hand or in her mouth.

She leans in and uses her tongue while her head moves up and down, the faster she moves the more vocal he gets and soon he holds her head in his hands as he empties himself in her mouth. Her mouth full of him she lets it spill out back onto him and then lifts her head.

His head against the back of the sofa, she leans back on her legs and he says one word 'wow'