The Dragonair flight from Hong Kong to Manila just seemed too long, even though it was just two hours. But I was anxious to be there, to meet you, to take you in my arms finally, and to love you with all my heart, soul and physical being.
I had been working for a month in Hong Kong, and that presented the opportunity for us to get together in Manila. To say I was excited was an understatement.
Finally, the first officer announced that we were starting our descent, and I was overcome by fresh butterflies. The good kind. The butterflies that get under your skin and make you feel so alive. I hoped that you were feeling them too. Goodness knows we had felt them often enough in our chats, both of us craving that feeling that we get from one another.
After about twenty minutes, the plane was on approach to Ninoy Aquino International Airport, and I was feeling a mixture of joy and apprehension. Joy because I was going to see you, feel you, touch you, smell you, even taste you at last, and apprehension because I was wondering if you would still want me when we met in person. I had no doubt that I would still want you, and with every fibre of my being.
The plane taxied to the terminal building, and I thought to myself ‘Manila at last’.
I passed through immigration in a blur, feeling overwhelmed that you were so close by. You were meeting me in the arrivals hall, so I grabbed my bag and zipped through customs, and there you were, smiling at me from the other side of the barrier.
I had never felt so excited in my life, I could have flown over the barrier, but I forced myself to walk to the end, and then, you were in my arms. I was overcome with emotion, love, desire, and finally relief that I could feel your feelings matching my own. Your body flowed against me, warm and yielding in my arms. It was perfection, the feeling of first meeting. Never would it happen again, so I held you close, savouring the moment, neither of us speaking, neither of us wanting to let go.
“Marlene, I am so happy to see you, to hold you,” I mumbled, still overcome by the feelings, tears of joy in my eyes. I was feeling wave after wave of pleasure, most of it was emotional, some of it sexual. There is no doubt that it was love and lust mixed together most delightfully. I could sense you feeling something similar.
“Happy to see you too, Stefano,” you smiled shyly.
We kissed then, even though we were in public. It was not a long lingering kiss, but it was beautiful, and we were both left breathless. The second our lips touched, flutters of pleasure, tingles as we call them, rushed through our bodies. I was dripping precum, and your juices were flowing similarly as the pleasure rush hit us.
“Wow, Stefano,” you said as the kiss ended. “Is it always like this?”
“Marlene, I will do everything in my power to make it so, to make sure you always feel it,” I said. “It helps that you want to feel it.”
“Let’s go,” I said, taking your hand, my suitcase in the other and leading us to the exit.
We grabbed a taxi outside. “Hotel Sofitel, Philippine Plaza,” I said to the driver. I could hardly wait to have you to myself.
We held hands and talked quietly all the way from the airport to the hotel. Out of respect, I didn’t try to kiss you in the car, though I wanted to with a longing born equally of love and desire.
I had booked a room on the club floor, which I was told had fantastic service. I checked in quickly when we arrived, and we took the lift up to the room. Nervously, I put the key in the lock, and the door opened, and we were inside. Just you and I, alone at last, a moment that we had been planning for over a year.
I threw my bag on the bed, as did you with your little overnight bag, and within two seconds we were in each other’s arms. This time the kiss was not restrained, rather it was pure release of pent up passion. We kissed hard, and your body melted against mine, my erection pressing against your lower belly, and you felt it and you knew the depth of my desire (or shall I say the length?).
“I can’t believe we are together,” I said.
“It is amazing,” you said. “So happy you decided to come see me.”
I hugged you so hard while we kissed, and my knee parted your legs a little, as my leg pressed into your crotch. You moved ever so subtly against my leg, I could sense you feeling the pleasure as you whimpered a little. You were wearing a long green dress, and I wanted to touch, feel, smell, and taste you underneath it.
You felt good against me, and we sustained a long kiss, our tongues probing, mainly mine in your mouth, tickling the roof of your mouth and circling your tongue. I nibbled your lip, sucked it into my mouth, and then we kissed some more.
“Melting,” you mumbled.
“Me too, Marlene,” I said. “I am just a melted puddle of love and want.”
We giggled at that, and kissed some more, this time I kissed your neck, nibbled it, and kissed and sucked your ear lobe.
“I want to be inside you, Marlene,” I whispered into your ear with my hot aroused breath.
You melted even more against me with that and my hot breath in your ear as I nibbled and kissed it some more.
Slowly, gently, I led you to the bed, and gently lowered you down. I unbuttoned the front of your dress, and kissed your neck, chest, and over the upper edge of your breasts, breathing in your womanly scent and loving it.
I undid the back of your dress, and let the top part fall down over your shoulders. Your beautiful breasts were still hidden in your bra, so I kissed all your exposed skin.
“Oh, Stefano,” you moaned softly. “I don’t know what I am feeling. Amazing. Love what you make me feel.”
“Ah, Marlene,” I said. “I want this to be the best day of your life so far, and the first of many. I want you to smile a happy smile whenever this day is remembered.”
“Mmm,” you moaned as I kissed your lips again.
I reached behind you, lifted you gently and unhooked your bra. I lifted it slowly away from your breasts, and just took in the lovely view before bending down and kissing each of them in turn, drawing your nipple into my mouth, nibbling a little with my lips curled over my teeth, and sucked it into my mouth.
“What, doing, you, mmm…” you moaned incoherently, causing me to repeat this with your other breast and shift back and forth between them.
“Do your nipples feel good in my mouth?” I asked, looking in your eyes, to which you nodded certain affirmation with the wet eyes of intense arousal.
I wanted to be gentle with you; after all I was going to be the first man to be allowed inside you. I wanted it to be special, but at the same time, I desperately wanted to be there, in you. It required self-restraint not to just lift your dress and enter you.
Instead, I knelt on the floor, and slowly kissed my way up your legs, lifting your dress as I went. I kissed up the front of your leg as far as I could lift the dress, and then parted your legs a little and kissed up the inside of your thighs.
I took your hand, and pulled you into a standing position and pushed your dress down over your hips and onto the floor. I picked it up and folded it over the back of a chair, then kissed you deeply, my tongue probing the inside of your mouth. You relaxed against me, and I led you back to the bed.
I kissed you, kissed your neck, gave your breasts some more attention, and kissed down over your belly, and along the upper edge of your soft green panties, licking under the waist band with my tongue.
“Tickles, Stefano,” you said. “But nice tickles.”
Your legs were hanging over the edge of the bed. I grabbed a pillow and knelt back on the floor, parted your legs, and pressed my nose into your pussy through the material, inhaling the beautiful scent of your arousal.
“Stefano,” you moaned. “Nothing like this.”
“You smell amazing,” I said. “I could inhale your scent all day.”
“Wet,” was all you managed.
I took that to mean you had not felt anything like this, so I licked up and down over your vulva with my tongue, soliciting many moans.
“Feels so good,” you said. “Never knew.”
As you said “knew” I pressed my tongue into your clitoris, still hidden under the material of your soaking wet panties, and as you said the word your voice rose in pitch in response to the pleasure.
I pulled aside your wet panties, and kissed your wet lips, making sure I got lots of juices in my mouth and all over my lips, then I climbed back onto the bed and I kissed you.
“Taste yourself,” I asked, breaking off the kiss.
You blushed then, a deep rosy blush, and I pulled you close. “It’s okay, my sweet Marlene, it’s okay for you to like the taste of your pussy on my lips.”
“Yes,” you managed. “Yes, I taste me.”
“Do you like it?” I asked.
You only shook your head, and looked at me with moist, uncertain eyes, and I held you close for a little while, while my hand found its way down to your wetness, and I pulled aside your panties, and rubbed your wetness up over your clitoris.
We had talked about the first time. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, so I continued to play with your pussy, and taking little excursions to your clitoris. I pulled you further up onto the bed, and bent down to take your pussy in my mouth, pulling aside the drenched material of your panties as I did so. Your breathing quickened, you moaned softly over and over.
When I felt you pressing against my lips, and moving your hips almost uncontrollably, moans increasing in intensity, I stopped. Not abruptly, I slowed down and pulled gently away.
I pulled you into a sitting position. “Unbutton my shirt,” I said.
I knew you were shy, despite being nearly naked yourself. But I guided your fingers and you were soon in the swing of it, and my shirt was on the floor.
“Nice chest,” you said, brushing my chest hairs with your soft, gentle hands.
“Now, pants,” I said.
You struggled with my belt so I helped you, then you unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. I stood up and let them fall to the floor. Now we were equal. I was standing there in my blue underwear, and you were in your green panties.
You coughed softly. “Oh my,” you muttered. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes, Marlene, you can touch me, you can do anything you want,” I said.
You reached out, your fingers tracing the length of my penis through my cotton underwear, and then you saw the little patch that was wet with precum. You touched it. Then you surprised me completely, my shy little virginal lover.
You rubbed my precum all over your finger, then all over your lips, licking it all off your fingers. Then you leaned close.
“Kiss me, Stefano,” you said in a husky voice.
So that is what I did, and I could taste my precum on your lips.
“Mmm, Marlene,” I said. “I taste myself in your kiss.”
“Do you like it?” you asked, smiling shyly.
“I love it,” I said. “Though I would like it more if the taste came from taking my penis in your mouth.” Then you really blushed.
“It’s okay,” I said. “No need to rush that.”
“Yes,” you were emphatic.
“We have a journey to take, Marlene.” I said smiling at you. “I need to be inside you.”
You looked at me with a mixture of joyous anticipation and undisguised fear.
“You won’t hurt me will you?” you asked apprehensively.
“Just a tiny bit, my sweet,” I said. “Then I will dedicate the rest of the day to your pleasure, to making up for any small pain you feel.”
“Okay,” you said, a look of uncertainty on your face.
I stood up, and pulled your panties down over your bum, and dropped them onto the floor. I pulled off my underwear and let them drop with your panties.
You gasped, and as I came back onto the bed you took my penis in one hand, and it felt good, that first touch. I wanted to let you stroke it for me, but that could come later.
“You have my heart, my love,” I said pulling away and kneeling between your legs.
I placed the tip of my penis against your vulva, and rubbed it round and round.
You gasped, moaned, and thrust your hips upwards. Your breathing increased, and you moaned deeply. I realised that you would climax if I kept doing that, not a bad thing, but there was other business to attend to first. I pulled away, and you looked at me with that “why did you stop” look.
“Noooo,” you smiled.
So I went back to moving the head of my cock around your vulva, and up against your clitoris. As soon as it touched your clitoris you moaned loudly. You were close, very close to cumming then. The sensations were just too new for you.
I kept moving its head round and round your vulva, and up over your clitoris, and then I could see in your eyes the beginning of an orgasm. I let it just start, get to the point of no return, then I plunged my penis into you.
The orgasm started, and you felt it grow, it was different from when you masturbate, more intense, more uncontrolled. You felt me pull away and were disappointed, but I came back and it built up again. You said later that it was the best feeling you ever felt, and it was like emotion and pleasure all in one. You wanted to scream with joy.
Then suddenly, I penetrated your hymen, and there was pressure followed by a sharp, intense pain that was hidden behind the pleasure of the growing orgasm. You felt me inside you then, the feeling of fullness that you had not felt before, and the orgasm was a wave of expanding pleasure, flowing over you and through you. The moment of pain forgotten as your breathing because uncontrolled, your moans of pleasure louder and the emotion was almost overwhelming.
Slowly the orgasm subsided, and you realised I was inside you. And you felt a delightful fullness inside your vagina, something you have never felt before. You smiled.
“I love you Marlene,” I said, overcome with emotion at seeing your happy smile and the post-orgasmic glow.
You opened your mouth to speak, but I started to move inside you then, and the feeling interrupted whatever you were going to say. You just looked at me with a look of surprise, and eyes that were already filling with pleasure.
I pulled my penis almost all the way out, and smiled at the disappointed look on your face, and the sudden gasp as I pushed deep inside you.
“Oh Stefano,” you moaned, saying something else that was indecipherable amidst the sound of your moan of pleasure.
I continued to move inside you, grinding the base of my penis and my pubic area against your clit. Your eyes lost focus, and your soft moans became more and more intense. Suddenly you grabbed my back, held onto me tightly, as you pelvis rose to meet my gentle thrusts. You screamed, a scream of delight that was wonderful; you were having another orgasm already, driven there so fast by the novelty of the sensations and the depth of your arousal.
“Cum, me,” you moaned.
“Yes, my love, I am going to shoot my hot cum in your pussy,” I moaned as I did just that. I erupted into a delightful orgasm that washed over me in waves, and that mingled with yours so that we came together, our love and desire fulfilled. And your plan to give me your virginity fulfilled at last.
We collapsed then, holding on.
“I love making you feel so good,” I said softly.
“Approved,” you muttered with a joyous smile on your face.
We lay like that for ten minutes, but I was already stirring and I still wanted you some more. You felt me too, and you were instantly wet with fresh juices that mixed with our cum, and flowed freely between your pussy lips.
I pulled myself up to a kneeling position, and placed my semi-erect penis against your lips.
“Suck me, Marlene,” I said. “Suck me the way we talked about in our fantasies.”
You looked at me, a little afraid, but determined to try. You opened your mouth, and my took penis inside. You had learned well, because your tongue started moving round and round the head of my penis, and soon I was hard for you.
“Mmm, Marlene, that feels so nice,” I moaned. “Make me burn.”
You did, too, you made me feel like my testicles were on fire, your soft tongue moving round and round my glans. I love that feeling.
“You are so perfect,” I moaned enthusiastically.
I pulled out, and turned you on your tummy, and I knelt behind you. I parted your vulva with my penis, and slowly pushed inside you. Your gasp told me it felt nice, and you let out a moan when I was all the way in. Slowly I began moving in and out of you.
“Marlene, do you like feeling me inside you?” I asked.
“Yes,” you gasped as I continued moving in and out of you.
My goal here was to make you cum, we would have plenty of time for slow loving later. So I reached around you and got your clitoris under my finger, and rubbed it back and forth and round and round as I moved in and out of you. You arched your back, wanting me deeper, and I obliged to pushing deep into you.
“Oh Stefano,” you moaned. “I never know you could make me feel this nice.”
“This is only the beginning, Marlene my love,” I said in a husky voice that was getting close to orgasm.
“I could just climax,” you said.
“Yes, my sweet, you can. We will have time to take it slow and explore the edge, later,” I said, my eyes all misty from the proximity of my own orgasm.
I pressed on your clitoris, and rubbed harder round in circles. Your breathing increased, your moans became more intense, and your body began to shudder. Your were cumming, and I let go my own control and came right along with you, my cum squirting inside your pussy. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over us, it was almost as if we stopped being physical beings and just became one loving, shared orgasm.
I kept the waves going as long as I could, and slowly the pleasure subsided into a warm glow. We collapsed like that, turning on our sides, as I cuddled you from behind, my shrinking penis still inside you.
“I am so thankful you invited me to Manila,” I said.
“I am glad you came,” you replied, both of us laughing at the double meaning.
