She had felt that she was living on the edge of things, her friends having a string of boyfriends to their names, or they were in a long-term relationship that meant that they were secure with a guy’s love for them and that they were making plans.
‘You sure weren’t one of them, nowhere close, Anika, but things can change. You will soon know.’
She had chosen to go about ordering her life a little differently and now here she was, on a Saturday morning, knowing that life could soon be so very different if only she overcame her nerves and instinctive reluctance to really let go. There would be no further need to dream of him, to send app messages and hope that they would agree to meet and not pursue things remotely. Bram had taken such a hold of her thoughts again, now, that the minutes drifted by.
‘I’ve got to get ready!’ she cried out, her voice echoing in the small bedroom, with its large bed, of her equally small but cosy apartment with its views of the canal below; the tree canopies bare but with spring on its way and then a summer to look forward to. Maybe she would take a holiday with a special guy.
She rolls out of bed, buoyed up by thoughts of the day ahead. She wants it to happen and rushes into her tiny bathroom and takes a shower, her thoughts everywhere, but her fingers soon trailing down over her small breasts, her nipples pert and hard, turned up as if inviting a man’s kisses. Her fingers trail lower to where she feels so warm, ready even. She wants to be prepared for all that the day, and that he, may bring! Bram looks so young for his years, but she’s done her homework on the business he works for, his snappy style of dress not coming to a guy on low money.
She washes her hair, and takes the time to then check that she doesn’t need to shave her mound. It’s smooth enough, a narrow band of hair marking her slit, and its colour matching her brownish hair with its many strands of blonde. The way she’s feeling she’d better not risk it, nick a cut where she sure doesn’t want one. You just don’t know how, or if, it will happen, so relax, girl!
Stepping out of the shower she grabs a towel, briskly dries herself off and she thinks of another’s hands doing it as her skin moisturizer, with a delicate scent, is smoothed over her legs, then up over her tummy, her arms, and pert breasts, then her throat and neck. She’s agile and has pampered her skin for some years so nowhere is left untouched. It’s not the hour for sexy lingerie; she chooses a bralette in ribbed cotton, washed out green and pale, and matching, sheer cut, panties, both wonderfully flattering to her slender body, narrow hips, and long legs that a simple dress with its frilly hem just at the knee will suit. Low-heeled boots, in brown suede, should do it and finish the look she wants; cool and appealing.
There’s an hour to wait and then he’ll be with her, Bram the enigma who kept holding out on the day and time for them to meet. That sure was bad enough, but now she’s nervy and she feels tension in her body, in her belly that closing her eyes and breathing deeply don’t want to settle.
I’m so damned curious about you, Bram!
Her makeup and hair are done, but she keeps on checking her appearance. She tidies up the bedroom and puts everything away in its rightful place, as habit demands that she should do. And then suddenly…
Tring! Tring! It’s the doorbell, in the lobby two floors below her. He is early.
‘Can’t you wait?’ she laughs before she rushes down her short hall. She pushes her intercom button. ‘Yes?’
‘Yes, it’s me, Bram…’ His voice is deeper, but she hears the laughter in it.
‘I’ll be right down, Bram! I’ll meet you on the doorstep!’ she tells him brightly. I want to see you out there before I let you see my apartment, she thinks. It is my haven from the outside world.
‘Great! At last, Anika! After weeks of looking and talking, I finally get to see you for real!’ he is heard to laugh. Her front door is already being closed and she has remembered the keys!
Trembling with nervy excitement, she takes to the narrow stairs and tugs open the front door. The noise of passing mopeds, scooters and a car, does not distract her. She sees his smiling face, the look in his eyes on her that are even better for real, and she senses it’s going to be okay. No, it is better than that. He is tall and handsome, and she just wants to throw herself into his arms.
‘Come here!’ he grins. ‘I know you already, so allow me a moment’s hug!’
She trusts him and it feels fine. Her nerviness has gone, and she asks him in. He follows her up the stairs and her front door is soon opened. The sunlight’s streaming in through the windows, the blinds open and the curtains will stay drawn back. She is proud of the place. It feels homely and all she needs is company; for him to live with her or to visit as if he did so.
‘I thought I would mix us a spritzer,’ she ventures. ‘Call it a welcome drink…’
He is chosen to go and stand by the window and take in the view. It gives her a moment to take in Bram’s appearance, how easy the burgundy bomber jacket suits him, the red stripes in the collar and cuffs perfectly matching his white T-shirt. Stressed black jeans and only too-fashionable trainers suggest he’s into smart casual. He hasn’t dressed up for their first date.
‘Go for it,’ she says on turning her way. ‘You’ve made this place feel homely, Anika. Mine is not so organized.’
‘You should have seen it before you agreed to be here!’ she laughs, and a drink is soon shared. ‘Sit down…’
‘I’d rather stand and feel you close to me,’ he smiles, his eyes taking in her appearance, really for the first time. ‘I only ever saw your face on those apps…’
They chatter as they stand by the window, the view hazy as she’s really not interested in that but in him. She’s been through the preambles of their meeting a dozen times and all she now wants to do is to be with him, in her bedroom and make real what they have only talked about, or has been inferred by flirty chatter that has stopped short of them ‘showing’ themselves as the more shameless app users have been known to do.
Bram has sensed her nervy ways and has met what she can only believe is her somewhat distracted look upon him.
‘Are you okay with me being here?’ He’s into her, she knows it, but asks it of her anyway. There’s only one reply she wants to give him, others are exhausted.
‘I want to love with you, Bram,’ she whispers.
‘What was it that you said?’ he responds, a slow grin becoming a beaming smile. ‘I didn’t quite hear you.’
‘Yes, you heard me!’ she laughs, her eyes locking with his, and she repeats what she confessed to him seconds ago. ‘I want to love with you…’
He draws her to him, his hands on her back and to her neck before his mouth crashes onto her parted lips. He does so gently, lovingly it seems to her, and then they become intense. One of his hands searches for her heat and she struggles for breath, the suddenness of his questing caresses overwhelming her as his fingers slowly, and inexorably, seek to find her sweet heat. She gropes for him, intent on tugging loose his belt and finding him.
‘Steady on,’ he says, his eyes meeting her look.
Easy for you to say or to think, she decides not to tell him. Instead, she shivers, and suppresses a soft laugh of dismay as he draws up the hem of her dress, kneels, and eases her thong down over her thighs.
‘Better close the curtains, the bamboo roller blinds at least,’ she murmurs, ever practical, and leaning forward to kiss his upturned face before she scoots away. It makes no sense to let the people across the narrow canal see the show. The blinds will soften the glare of the sun from outside the window, and heighten her pleasure in knowing she’ll be made love to in the middle of the day.
‘Enough of that,’ he kisses, Bram’s hands on her hips and his warm breaths on her neck sending shivers through her body. Hopes are being made real. She’s managed to close the blinds in her tiny kitchen window before his embrace pushes her against the sink unit and his hands move under her dress once more. She stays silent as he tugs loose the bow fastening of her thong. ‘I’ve thought of this and of you…’
She squirms and reaches up to keep his lips to her throat as Bram’s fingers find her, push away her string as he cups her mound. He licks his fingers before they slick caresses over her slit. One teases, and moves slowly, before it enters her warmth. Bram knows what he is doing and she squirms on his finger, then another, and she feels hot flushes in her body, her breaths sharp and halting, a groan declaring that she is enjoying these preambles to him being taken to her. She feels on fire and longs to turn in his embrace and to see him but he persists in claiming her in these ways.
‘Relax, let yourself go,’ he murmurs, his teeth gently nipping kisses to her earlobe. ‘I’ll soon let you go…’
‘And I’ll have you!’
She is finally able to turn, his fingering of her so expert and it has made her so wet and horny that she wonders if she’ll come on his fingers right here in the kitchen. It is not the most romantic of venues for discovery. Her gaze on him will let Bram know that it’s her turn. She kisses him as her fingers fumble for his belt and she feels his fingers loosen the button before her fingers tug down the zipper. She tugs loose his shirt. She wants to see and feel his naked body.
‘I’ll help you,’ she hears him say as his shirt is tugged away and she has his body to delight in.
‘If I need it.’ She is not sure that she does. Slowly, teasingly slow, she trails kisses over his chest, down over his stomach and her hands slide over Bram’s slender hips and push down his trousers. She kneels and is pleasantly surprised with what she now feels brush her face. She tugs down his briefs and his prick springs free. Her tongue circles the tip as her hands stroke his length, the blood seeming to rush into it for he hardens; what she had first seen is now a thick trembling pole of flesh and takes it in her mouth, feels it slick its slides and he moves. Bram needs no encouragement from her as it glides in and out; no dominating intent but only the pursuit of unexpressed pleasure.
She loves it and keeps her mouth on him, kneads his sac with one hand, and clamps the other around the base of his shaft. His hands are in her hair as he begins to thrust with greater urgency.
‘Save it!’ she yelps as it’s clear that his thrusting and easing out will make him cum in her mouth. ‘In the bedroom…take me there!’
Her dress is ripped away from her body and thrown back at him as he follows. Bram’s hands loosen then tug away her bra and he stops her. His hands close over her breasts and hard nipples and she gasps out of wanton pleasure and pain. She has known of prolonged foreplay with others, some time ago. This time, and with Bram, it is different.
She can think of only one thing, a single act, the pursuit of lustful and prolonged fucking with him. Those damn app contacts have nothing on this, what can be seen and felt; what is driving them on.
His hands are on her breasts. His fingers close around her nipples and squeeze. They are hard but he still wants to hold and caress his fingers over them; to cup her breasts before his fingers slide from them, down over her hips and he pushes, makes her turn as she falls on the bed and he pounces.
’I’ve…I’ve…’ he kisses her thighs, ‘I’ve thought of this and of you all the time I travelled to be with you.’
Bram lies on her and looks deeply into her eyes. They kiss and she delights in finally feeling his naked body on top of her, skin on skin. They are closer than close now, and she loves his broad shoulders, his heat and the feel of his hands and lips on her. They have begun their journeys of discovery. She wants so much more as his caresses and kisses, as he moves down to kiss and tug on her nipples, sucks them into his mouth and his tongue swirls over them before moving down. He trails kisses over her belly. He seems to be everywhere. His tongue is warm and his touches coax her to part her trembling thighs, her feet pushing on the bed as he trails kisses and licks of her legs, does so admiringly, but he keeps away from her pussy and where she so brazenly has wanted him to be, the grip of her fingers on his warm skin not persuading him to take her.
She shivers; she feels crazy out of her longing for him and what he is doing to bring her on. ‘Come in me!’
‘There is no rush. I’m with you now…let’s get used to being together and like this. A few moments more, lovely Anika…’
She closes her eyes and tries to relax under his caresses and kisses. He’s right, just enjoy every moment and now as his fingers part her pussy’s lips and slowly glide into her she does so. His tongue flickers and finds her clit, probes and slicks over it and over her pussy’s lips; swirls in its beguiling rhythm and he groans out of pleasure.
‘That…that feels so good!’
So, you are glad that you waited…’
‘Don’t tease me!’ she yelps. His tongue and fingers move quicker, tease her by stopping and starting, by lingering and simply pressing in on her pussy’s walls, her clit, then slick her wet lips.
She feels her eyes fluttering; she thinks she sees stars and she can not stop it. She groans and begins to shake, clamps his head with her thighs and to feel him there pushes her towards another, little cramps and surges in her pussy that race through her tummy, up into her throat. She groans, feeling dismayed to have had an orgasm before he wants that from her.
‘Now it’s my turn!’ She wriggles from under him, Bram offering no resistance and he lies on his back. ‘Yes. I will have you now…’
His hands slide up from her hips and grasp her breasts, his fingers digging into them, and he tugs. He draws her down for a kiss. ‘You are so wet…!’
She knows she is and that wonderful, veined, prick glides so wonderfully slow along her pussy’s walls and into her. She feels lost in the moment, feels that she has lost her way from the pleasure she feels. She begins to twist and tug, the buck her hips forward and back, to rise up and down, to tug on that meat that she has spent days wondering about. She wants to feel that prick grind against her pubic bone, her pussy’s walls, and to plumb her.
She is lost in her world, oblivious to his hands tugging on her jiggling tits as she pursues pleasure. She is on a rampage. She hears his halting breaths, and she concentrates on the rhythm she has set, but Bram’s the stronger.
‘On your knees,’ he calls out, ‘we do it another way now!’
She is dismayed, yet thankful, for his restraint as Bram slicks his penis over her pussy’s lips before he enters her, his rhythmic thrusts soon quickening, the sinuous movements of his hips also offering caresses to her buttocks, He holds her tightly to him whenever he thrusts in deeper. A pounding rhythm is pursued and she loves it and how he holds her breasts to stop their sway. He rests back on his ankles and she is drawn up to him, nestles in his embrace and simply languishes, their bodies as one. Passionate ways are interchanged with gentler, slower, and tender loving.
She feels wonderful, as one with him, the silence only broken by their soft gasps of pleasure. She cannot stop the instinct to yell, to give voice to her feelings and as she does so, he…he stops once more. She hangs her head and catches her breath, Bram still gloriously deep in her.
‘We should slow down,’ he says finally, trailing kisses over her shoulders and back. He glides out of her and moves to kneel before her. They face each other and simply touch, brushing fingers over each other’s skin.
‘Yes, we slow down, but come back to me…come back in me?’
She lies back on the bed, parts her legs and he kneels between them, holds her demanding stare, and glories in the sight of her. She feels that attraction in his touches upon her once more. He must know what that look of his and his touches are doing to her. She shivers in pleasure and does not want to wait a moment longer.
‘I’ll be gentle, at first,’ he kisses. He will feel her insistent grip on his prick as it is tapped against her pussy’s lips. He enters her body and she wraps her arms and legs about his body. Her hands slide over his back, one holds his head and she feels the quickening of his breaths that are in time with his loving of her. His hands grip her shoulders and his slow loving brings her on; inflames her senses and tightens the knot of longing, unbearably. He loves with gentle intimacy, is romantic and almost magical.
‘’And…and now!’ he gasps as in a rocking frenzy, of flailing arms and legs, she clings to him and caresses him. She cannot stop the searing rushes of her orgasm, nor does he delay. His body jerks and his hips then thrust. He expels bolts of his semen into her pussy, loves how it grips him and he groans. They share hot kisses, and she clamps her hands to his neck, locks her legs behind his back and she fucks with him; crashes through her first orgasm and feels him shudder as the last of his cum is expelled into her.
She no longer feels lonely and keeps him from slipping out of her body. She feels loved and trusts him. They have chatted remotely for so long that she dares to believe in what has happened.
She wants to drift into sleep. They have drowsily uncoupled and lie in each other’s arms, their breaths slow and their bodies satisfied from all that has been shared.
‘It’s a beginning,’ she hears him say.
His touches wake her. They must have fallen asleep for the featherlight touch of his fingers woke her. She meets a tender look. ‘You are even more beautiful while you sleep…’
‘And you’re still here…’
‘Yes, our time’s only just begun, really begun.’ He slips out of her embrace, and she looks up at him as he stands by the side of the bed, slender body, strong, and beautifully, generously, hung. ‘Take a shower with me and let’s see where that takes us.’
She grips Bram’s hand the moment her feet touch the floor and jumps into his embrace. Their love games will start all over again…
♥
