Meeting Anne - Sex Stories

Meeting Anne

... television on a dresser, which had a mini fridge next to it. There was a writing desk. And there was the armchair. Anne, however, was not readily apparent. It took my nervous brain a split second to register that she was standing mostly behind the door. She looked the way she did in her pictures, which was a relief. Cute, and real. They hadn’t been old or doctored pictures to give me a distorted view of her appearance. She was wearing a black dress, as we had discussed, as well as tall black shiny “fuck me” heels. I walked to the back of the room, towards the chair. We made eye contact, but as agreed we didn’t speak. Could we do this? Could she? I stood in front of the chair for a moment, trying to figure out if it made more sense to undo my pants first, or to sit and then undo them. She was standing just in front of me. Close. If we wanted we could kiss. But that wasn’t the plan. I was surprised to hear her ask, “Ready?” It broke the “deal,” but at the same time it reassured me that she must be at least as nervous as me. Probably in some ways more so. This was riskier for a woman than for a man. I don’t remember at that point exactly how my pants started coming off, but the next thing I remember I was sitting in the chair, and we were both wrestling my shorts and boxers down my legs. I was a little embarrassed that my cock was completely limp. Mentally I was aroused as hell, but physically I was nervous. Suddenly I got the worry that I wouldn’t get hard. The only time in my ...

... life that that had ever happened was more than twenty years ago, right before my first time, because it had been planned, and I knew it was coming, and I had had plenty of time to anticipate and get nervous. And I definitely had had time to think about this and get nervous. But she immediately enveloped my organ in her mouth, and in no time I realized I had nothing to worry about. I was swelling immediately, and it was amazing to feel myself get hard in her warm mouth. Her mouth was eager, and as I got to full hardness she bobbed her head up and down, in a more enthusiastic way than I remembered experiencing in a long time. This was an amazing blowjob, and I knew she was happy to give it, which made it even better. I put my hands on her head and guided her, pushing her a bit further down, and the sensation was amazing. Her tongue swirled around as she sucked and bobbed at the same time. I wanted to see more of her, so I unzipped her dress, which was easy to do in that position. I also unhooked her black lace bra, which stayed on loosely, and gave me access to play with her tits and hard nipples. As good as the blowjob felt, I was eager to play with her in other ways. I told her to stand up, and I peeled the dress down as well, bringing her sheer black lace panties down with it. I leaned her over the bed a bit, still standing, bent her over, and gave her pussy a quick lick from behind, which made her gasp. She tasted clean and musky, and she was already wet, wetter than I had ...