X-Archived-At: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: matahhari@aol.com (MataHhari) Subject: For Real If you aren't supposed to read this DON'T. Copyright (C) 1997 by MataHari. All rights reserved. Permission is granted for noncommercial use of this complete and unaltered text in electronic form such as posting to EBBS's or Newsgroups or free access Electronic Archives. Electronic storage of unaltered copies for personal use is also permitted. No permission is given for any distribution (including Email) to minors or other persons to whom distribution would be illegal. No commercial use or hardcopies without written permission from the author. FOR REAL I sat in the car, not able to believe this was happening. Afraid to go in, more afraid not to, I stepped out of the car, and headed for the door. Ray and I had been talking online for almost a year. During that time, we talked about anything and everything, from sex to love, to God, to kids. We'd exchanged pictures, and talked on the phone, sometimes bringing each other to orgasms that left me, at least, in tears from the overwhelming power of them. We were completely honest with each other, revealing things that we had never told anyone before. I mean, it's safe, right? You'll never meet this person, what's the risk to open yourself up completely? Only now we were going to meet, and I was terrified. I put my hand on the door, my mind full of questions and fear, but anticipation and excitement as well. I turned the knob, and slipped into the bar. Ray is a musician, and I had decided to surprise him by showing up at the bar where he played. I wandered through the back of the bar, my eyes growing accoustomed to the dim lights, trying to see him on stage. I wanted to watch him for a while, see his passion as he played, see that smile that captured my heart. I didn't want to let him know of my presence yet. He's really good, I thought to myself. I found myself relaxing, getting into the music, kind of a R&B, country rock thing. Watching his fingers as they played over the strings, seeing in his face how much fun he was having. The combination of excitement in meeting him, and of seeing his fingers flicker over his guitar was having its effect on my body; I could feel my nipples hardening as arousal flushed through my body, the wetness begin between my thighs. I watched until the band broke. I had brought a long stemmed red rose, tied with a few strands of my hair, and I asked the waitress if she would give it to Ray for me. I couldn't watch as she did; I turned around and ordered a drink at the bar, which I promptly forgot to drink. My heart was hammering in my chest; would he know who it was from? Would he run out on me? Would he even like me in person? I gasped suddenly as I felt lips on my neck. I spun around to see the laughter in his eyes, and we hugged each other tightly. I felt tongue tied; could barely stutter out a weak "Hi." It was so good to finally wrap my arms around this man, be held by his arms, as I had so often dreamed. I stroked his back, his hair; was he truly real? I needn't have worried. He made me feel so comfortable, relaxed. We were soon laughing and chatting comfortably at a table. I was mesmerized by his eyes, by his mouth as he talked to me. I had a sudden urge to taste his lips, and without thinking, I did. His lips were so soft on mine; he tasted softly of beer and smoke but mostly of himself, and it was so good. I sat back at the table and smiled, happier than I'd felt in a very long time. Eventually, the band was done for the night, and we were left together. Alone. Feeling somewhat awkward and shy. To break the tension, we decided to go for a walk. Holding hands, we talked quietly about the things that were important to us; our lives, our kids, how we felt about each other. Sometimes just walked in silence. He put his arm around me, my head snuggled into his shoulder. We watched the stars together, and then he kissed me. Softly, so very softly, knowing of my fears, he brushed his lips over mine as his arms held me gently against him. I felt his fingers on my face, tracing the contours of my cheeks. I parted my lips, my tongue outlining his mouth, my fingers entwined in his long hair. He returned to my mouth, kissing me deeply this time, and all the feelings I'd been holding in flooded out in that kiss, becoming fierce and hungry. I pulled him even closer to me, feeling his heart beat, feeling him grow hard against my mound. He broke the kiss, his tongue leaving trails down my throat, hands moving along my sides towards my aching breasts. Desire making me bold, my hands were wandering too, over his back, his butt, his chest, brushing the front of his jeans. I unbuttoned his shirt, the silky material rippling under my fingertips, and slid my hands inside to caress his nipples. Hearing his breath increase, I bent my head to lick his nipple with my tongue, flicking and sucking as he responded with a moan. Taking my hand, he lead me to a quiet grassy spot, secluded and dark. Looking into my eyes, watching my reactions, he unbuttoned my blouse, trailing his finger along the ridge of my brassiere. I watched his finger move slowly along the swell of my breasts, the flesh rising and falling quickly with each breath. Then it was his tongue following that line, making me shiver in the warm night. He reached around to release my brassiere, letting my breasts fall heavily into his hands. His lips closed around one painfully erect nipple, and I felt a moan tear from my throat, my legs weak. Falling to the soft grass we lay together, our mouths and hands exploring each other as we had often talked of doing. We undressed each other under the trees, naked under the night sky. My lips found his nipple again, licking and sucking it as my hand feathered across his belly, and lower, finding his hard cock, my mouth following where my hands had lately been. Teasing, I licked and rubbed thighs and belly, avoiding that which I most longed to touch. Smiling, Ray said "You do like to tease, don't you baby?" "You know me so well." I smiled back. "I love you, Ray." "I love you too, baby. I'm so glad you surprised me tonight." In answer, I took his cock into my mouth, hearing him groan. I began to lick up and down the smooth shiny cock, coating it with my tongue, tracing the veins, watching it swell even more. Watching his eyes as I sucked him deeply, wanting nothing more at that moment than to make him come in my mouth, give him all the pleasure possible in this one night together. I gently massaged his balls, tickling his asshole, taking his cock as far as possible into my throat, hearing him murrmur to me, his breathing ragged, moans becoming groans as orgasm approached, and finally feeling that final swelling as his cock filled with his semen. My mouth filling with it, sliding over my tongue and into my throat, pulse after pulse as his orgasm shook his body. Draining it until there was nothing left. I slid my body up against his, to kiss his mouth, brushing the hair from his eyes. "Feel better, my love?" "Feel incredible, sweetie." We kissed a long time, not wanting to break contact. Feeling his hands on my body was like a dream come true, better even than I could have imagined. His fingers wandered over my breasts, feeling their heaviness, flicking the nipples. When his mouth closed over one hard nipple, it sent a convulsive shudder through my body. He slid his hips down between my thighs, turning all his attention to my nipples, sucking, licking, biting, making me crazy, my eyes closed, my back arching, nothing existing for me except his mouth on my breast. Slowly, he began to move down my body, leaving a trail of kisses along my stomach, moving slowly towards my wetness. Ray's fingers trailed through my curls, teasing my slit open and sliding one finger into my vagina, collecting the juices there, rubbing it into my nipples and licking it off. Working two fingers into my cunt again, he began licking and sucking on my clit, slowly fucking me with his fingers. I could feel the orgasm coming from my toes, building fast and hitting hard, and soon I was shuddering, my legs wrapped around his head, gasping. Before I could recover, he mounted me, sliding his thick cock into my well lubricated slit, pumping into me. I rolled us over, so I could be on top, sitting deeply on him, feeling his glans hit my cervix as I lowered myself. I leaned forward to kiss him, tasting my juice on his lips, his hands stroking my breasts again. Rocking, fucking, moving on him, murmurring words of love, licking and sucking, reveling in the feel, taste, smell of his skin. Moving together, loving each other, the silence of the sky above us surrounding us, holding us as one. Reaching our peak together, calling each other's name, as we collapse in each others arms, exhausted and sated, for the moment. Tears fill my eyes, my love for him overflowing, expressed as the tears rolling down my face. We cuddled together, holding each other tenderly, touching softly, kissing so lightly. We have this one night together. Tomorrow, we go back to our separate lives, connected only by the modems on our computers, and the love in our hearts. Will it be enough? I vow to remember everything; the way you smell, the way you taste, the feeling of your cock inside me. I know that I will forget, memory unlike that of my computer, so imperfect. Yet I know my love will never fade, never wane. You are my love, for real. -- Story Submission: Moderator Contact: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site (could be better):