As I circled the drive slowly, I smiled, saying, “I see you now, I’m right here,” and finally flipped my phone shut. She was nearly hopping in her driveway as she saw me wind around other parked cars before finally pulling into the nearest open visitor space.
She rushed to my door as I began to open it.
“I can’t believe you’re finally here!” she exclaimed, eyes sparkling almost as brightly as her smile.
“Hello sweetie,” I said, happily realizing that I could finally speak those words in person. She looked nearly as I expected her to look, but there was something about her that no picture could ever have captured in an image. I was immediately comfortable.
She made me feel important. I was excited to finally be with her. We had been talking on the phone and chatting on line for over a month regularly, whenever possible. And now we were finally together face to face. She made me feel like royalty as she welcomed me.
It was natural for her to act that way. Before I ever decided to meet her at her condo, I had already established with her what kind of relationship this was going to be — the only kind I would accept. And back when I began to reveal these ideas to her, she became so receptive to them that I had difficulty concentrating on my ordinary daily activities. I craved the arousal she stirred up in me each time we spoke on the phone. And it became clear that this girl had an insatiable desire to worship me.
How could I possibly keep that from her?
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The drive gave me a long time to think of what I really wanted to do the moment I finally arrived. A kiss. Many things had flown through my mind, but a kiss alone would satisfy me like nothing else would.
She hesitated. She could hardly contain her excitement as she watched me step out of the car and turn to face her. I immediately took a step forward towards her, and kissed her. As an involuntary giggle slipped out, I captured it forever between the magical touch of our lips.
It was a natural step to touch her face with my fingers in the kiss, so I did. That night it was also natural for me to wrap my free arm totally around her above her shoulders in a controlling embrace, and then glide my touch from her face to her chin, to her neck, fingers spreading to surround her throat, holding her there for a heartbeat.
I did not release this hot kiss. I sensed her excitement rising and would not allow her to cool down at all. Instead, I tightened my hold of her shoulders and head, while my other hand moved down the fabric of her blouse to the full round shape of her breasts, first one, then the other.
At first I allowed her hands to find my face and hair during this passionate kiss. And eventually her hands were on my back embracing me. But as I groped her huge mounds with one hand, I turned enough to grasp her wrist from behind my back and pushed it down to the front between my legs. And as if to have been waiting for the invitation, she found my bulge and worked it into a defined hardness.
At this point I released the kiss for a long needed breath of air, and to tell her my first rule. “I expect to be hard like this all weekend long, and it is your job to make sure this happens. Is this clear, girl?”
I fixed a stare at her eyes, which were now taking in their first vision of what she had been rubbing. She looked up at me and answered, “Yes.”
I did not move, nor did I change my gaze, waiting. She reduced her smile as she muttered her forgotten word, “… Sir.”
“Good girl,” I said, and broke slowly into a warm smile, which, when she heard me and noticed my expression, sparked a renewed excitement in her and visibly transformed her into what would become the transparent emotional being I had desired to possess.
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Originally, my expectations were quite different, but certainly not alien to the world being created at this moment with this girl. Originally, I planned to meet in person only if and when she understood in advance of my arrival how to perform some of the required actions I intended to teach her. I imagined a more formal ritual, taking place at our initial meeting. During my days of inexperience, I imagined a girl meeting me at her door and, upon my entrance, immediately sinking to her knees and diligently kissing my imaginary boots, until I finally give her my first commands, whatever they might be.
The difference with reality is the intensity of the feelings that surface in the presence of human flesh. Intense emotions that can never be imagined or predicted, arousal that even the most vivid dream would miss entirely.
In reality, a voice will bring arousal. As time went on, I had experienced fresh, erotic feelings, simply from phone calls with the girl I had met only days before. Our conversations had developed into a verbal experiment of sensual fantasies and articulated desires.
A fantasy coming to life is as fulfilling as its participants allow it to become. I allowed things to play out as naturally as possible, beginning with our first kiss. Everything progressed naturally from there.
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/// © Master Zoomer 2010
/// “The First Kiss”
/// March 2009
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