David and Marianne

I met Marianne through the wonder of the Internet. We started to write to each other and our emails became more and more intimate, and we became closer and closer and then we realised that we were in love. I mean truly, genuinely in love. That may sound too fantastic for some people to accept, but for us it was our reason for living, we were everything to each other. We would pour out our love over the ether and coax each other to ever greater  heights until our mutual pleasure carried us over the brink and we shook simultaneously with our orgasms.   Our problem was that Marianne lives in the USA and I live in England, UK. The three thousand miles of Atlantic ocean separating us didn't matter at all in our ethereal relationship, but now we want to be together physically as well as spiritually and Marianne has decided to come to the UK on an extended holiday of three months. If things work out for us and our love blossoms as I know it will, our intention is to be together always.   I went to the airport to meet her for the first time. All my preconceived thoughts of her were swept away by the vision of loveliness standing before me. Marianne is a truly beautiful girl with long hair and gorgeous eyes that were inviting me to take her to my home and to my bed. She came into my arms. It was as if we had been together for years and the powerful magnetic attraction between us was drawing us ever closer. We kissed and I felt my passion arising. We held each other and I knew she could feel my hardness pressing into her. As we reluctantly drew apart we were both blushing, I felt that my cheeks were on fire. I put my hand around her slender waist and we walked out of the airport, holding each other close, not wanting to let go even as we approached my car and I had to release her so that she could get into the passenger seat.   It was a 45 minute drive from the airport to my house and we couldn't wait for it to be over. Marianne placed her hand in my lap and held it there throughout the whole drive, squeezing my thigh and causing the obvious response. When we arrived and stopped the car she reached over and we kissed again. It was a magic kiss. Passionate and loving, full of longing.  Without a word we went into the house and straight up to my bedroom. She was in my arms again and I ran my hand down her back, pressing her into me at the point where she could feel my aching arousal. We were in a hurry now. We wanted each other so much but we forced ourselves to take our time. Slowly she unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. Now my jeans. sliding down the zip and unbuttoning them at the top, pulling them down and off. As she pulled them over my feet my socks came off too and so now I was standing there with just my briefs concealing the aching, twitching hardness that she was moving towards. Marianne knelt in front of me and pulled the briefs over my erection and a gasp of wonder escaped her beautiful lips as she saw me naked for the first time. Letting my briefs drop to the floor she took my rigid shaft in her hand and moved the foreskin up and down, sending waves of pure desire coursing through my whole body.   Marianne was still fully dressed but she was clearly enjoying what she was seeing and doing so much that I was reluctant to ask her to stand up and let me remove her clothes so that she would be as naked as I was. She anticipated my want and slowly stood against me, pulling me closer, letting my profuse wetness run onto her skirt. I began to remove her clothing but I wasn't very adept at it and she moved to help me, soon she was standing naked before me, blushing but with a look in her eyes that clearly showed that her desire was as consuming as mine was. She was so beautiful with firm breasts and hard nipples and down there, in that secret, sensitive place that I adore so much was the most exquisite little keyhole slit just inviting me to taste her juices.   I sank to my knees and slipped my hand between her thighs. So soft and warm there, so firm. She parted her legs slightly, her delicious sex lips were glistening with the moisture that she was excreting. I let my tongue slip between the lips of her slit and sucked her outer labia into my mouth. Marianne gasped as I brushed her clitoris and my tongue went ever deeper into her. She pushed against my mouth, asking for more. I knew that I would have to stop. I wanted to enter the peace on earth of her soft, quiescent body. I wanted her to feel my hardness inside her before I fed her my juices. I stood and picked Marianne up in my arms, lying her down on the bed and sinking down into her. Her eyes widened as I fed her my length and it was such a sexy look that I almost came right there without any further movement. For a wonderful, brief moment I was still inside her, turgid and quivering and then, as I began to move I felt her sweet hole tightening around me. Thrusting quicker now, trying to fill her girl tunnel with my engorged shaft. then the look of wonder or surprise was back in her lovely eyes and I knew that she was going to have her orgasm. Her tongue caressed her lower lip and she exploded beneath me, crying in little, inarticulate cries that sent me over the edge too, and I spurted wave after wave of white, hot, sticky cum into her.   We lay still in the afterglow. Gasping for air and shaking in each other's arms, shrinking slowly inside her, our hearts beating wildly, so happy, so much in love. Then we realised that we hadn't had anything to eat for several hours. Marianne had a meal on the plane but I had not eaten since early morning. We rose off our bed and dressed.    Chapter 2.   Convincing David to rest while I fixed us something to eat wasn't easy - we would have had our hands all over one another had he stayed in the kitchen with me - but his beloved dogs came to the rescue, clamouring to be walked. While the butter melted in a pan, a different sort of melting from up between my legs continued to dribble down the insides of my thighs as our mixed juices flowed free of constraint. I hadn't bothered to put my panties back on after we made love. I giggled at the thought that David might not want me to wear any at all for the time we were together.   Together. What a beautiful word. My mind drifted back across the months we had played online from opposite sides of the Atlantic. To that very first warm summer night when I came across his writings on an adult website, and felt an instant tingle down below. There was something more in them than the usual erotic fare. His phrases were extremely arousing without resorting to crudeness. I was compelled to take my panties off, relieve the stiffening in my clit with a quick, focused fingering, and to send him a message letting him know what his words did to me.   I whisked some fresh herbs into the eggs. Of course I hadn't expected he would write back. Maybe a perfunctory 'thank you' at best. A fellow like David was surely chatting up a storm with much more seasoned seductresses who would make his cum ricochet off the ceiling. I was too inexperienced and not kinky enough to be of any interest. Worse, I would never send a selfie, and told him so, but gave a general description of my appearance.   The aroma of sauteed leeks drifted from the stove. To my pleasant surprise, there was a message from David the next day. He was not only polite, but candid and engaging and yes, arousing. He wrote he had to unzip himself while reading my email, he had gotten so hard. My panties came off again and I sent a more detailed account of where I touched myself, how wide my legs were open, and exactly which of his words set me off in shuddering climaxes. Also I asked him about the things he did in private to satisfy his urges.   What was I doing! Was I being too forward? He didn't seem to mind at all. His answers fuelled more of the same. So grew our correspondence, from the sexual to the personal to the emotional. Sure, there were the occasional bumps of awkwardness and misunderstanding. I had been burned badly before; consequently, any day I expected my ardent lover to lose interest and disappear back into the ether. David remained affectionate and patient, and after I returned from a week-long trip in late summer, he wrote his first 'I love you.'   Gingerly I folded the golden mixture with a spatula and turned the burner down, amazed that we were on the same side of the ocean at last. I had saved my pennies for the air fare and trip expenses, while David arranged for the bulk of his holiday time to coincide with my visit. Staring out the airplane window, unable to concentrate on the inflight movie, I felt a rush of nervous excitement. A friend had warned that her real-life encounter had not met her online expectations. Would that be true of David and me?   In the terminal I recognized him right away and our first embrace dispelled all those fears. He was every bit as attractive as I had imagined, and hearing him say my name in his sexy British accent made me long to rip his clothes off right then and there. The tension between us vibrated palpably during the drive from the airport to his house; his sheathed erection strained and leaked beneath my caresses as I whispered into his ear how much I wanted to unzip him and tease his hardness with my tongue...   The sound of a door opening snapped me back to the task at hand. David was returning with the dogs. The omelettes were ready and I hadn't finished setting the table. I reached for the plate shelf and as I leaned against the counter I felt the wet spot on the front of my skirt from David's precum when he was naked and holding me tightly against him.   Quickly I completed the place settings. Inspired, I unbuttoned and whipped off my skirt, hid it under the table, then sat down demurely in my chair to wait for him.