No Touching

No Touching

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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A first meeting of online friends.

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A first meeting of online friends.

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Submitted: March 01, 2016

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Submitted: March 01, 2016

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We’d agreed in a few of the ninety thousand messages we’d sent each other that although we’d shared so much online. No. We definitely weren’t meeting for sex.

He was married. I was in a relationship and it wouldn’t be fair. Wouldn’t be right and we were adults. And could behave like adults. He was in my neck of the woods (not a euphemism) and we’d arranged to meet for a quick coffee and a chat. Finally put a live face to our online avis.

Oh don’t get me wrong we both wanted to. Yearned for it, well at least I did but we realised the bigger picture, this didn’t just involve us. It had started off as most online courtships do, innocently enough on twitter. A friendship blossomed So, we’d started off tweeting, moved to direct messaging. It’s not an uncommon path. Both got fed up of twitter and deleted our accounts. Moved to instagram, shared pictures, chats. The conversations turned to flirting, started getting naughtier, ruder. We shared audio clips. Sometimes just breathing. Videos- nothing too graphic. Sometimes just a split second of pleasure erupting on a face as eyes closed. We were both shy. Had hinted at attraction but neither of us had had the confidence to hear what the other was saying until the messages had got more direct.

The first ‘I’m touching myself now’ had left no room for doubt.

And that’s what we’d agreed to definitely not do today. No touching. At all. Just talking not typing.

I saw him before he saw me. Head and shoulders above the crowd. I could see straightaway it’d be impossible to meet and not touch- I needed him. We’d both known it’d be difficult after all we’d shared. I mean God I fancied him so much and remember this man had been making me come for the last year. Sometimes just with a picture of his face and the words

“I’m watching you. Come for me now Maddie”

I contemplated running off. That seemed fairer. I didn’t though did I...

 

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And there you are, next to me- no longer just a face on a screen.

We stand still just looking at each other until I start to shake slightly.

“I need to get us a hotel” is all you say.

I just gulp, my eyes give my assent as we stride across the busy city street, between the traffic ready to start whatever was about to begin.There was no shortage of hotels here, and on a wet Tuesday in March no shortage of rooms but the hotel hunt passes in a desperate needy blur...

 

With the door shut we face each other. A look passes between us that says this shouldn’t be happening. But it was, and we exhale together and my eyes close as I press into you and our lips get nearer. And hover and touch and we kiss. Slow and aching and I’m in your arms and you’re in mine and the kissing seems like it lasts forever. It hasn’t, only about 30 seconds has passed. I feel you, just. It’s difficult we’re still wearing coats. I take yours off as you unzip my parka, slide your hands inside and circle my waist. You pull me towards you and I feel you properly then. Hard and insistent through the fabric of your trousers.

I ache for you.

Could we stop at kissing? I’m trying not to think of anything else but the movement of your lips on mine and the snaking together of our tongues and no. We can’t stop at kissing I want to feel your flesh against mine. And I tug at your clothes eager to feel you. Fingers desperate to touch you, naked and prone feel your fingers discovering my body.  Bare and needing, naked desiring.

 

The kissing slows when we’re naked together, 10am on a Tuesday morning. We both could be at work. We’re not. Here, now in this room full of longing. We could stop. End it. Pause proceedings and go our separate ways but I know after the next touch there’ll be no going back. I reach down to grab your cock. Take you in my hand and pull, slowly closing my fingers around your girth and I tug. Gently, insistently, opening my legs as I do, tip toeing up trying to touch you between my legs. Desperate to feel you there. But I’m too small or you’re too tall.

 

We stumble towards the bed. We’d discussed meeting many times. Laying down ground rules I suppose we’d wondered if we could just meet and play together. Watching. Not touching,

Resisting.

I start the experiment. A hand with an outstretched exploring finger travels down over my breasts, along my stomach and between my legs. My nipples harden at my touch. And my breathing, so familiar to you changes as my fingers meet my honeypot. You sit, cock proud on the end of the bed watching. I slide my legs wide for you and you kneel between them. Masturbating together. Lost in pleasure.  My stomach tensing as my orgasm builds.

 

I want you though. My fingers don’t quite feel enough when I see you there. I need to feel you inside me. Want to feel that delicious stiff prick in my cunt, coaxing the orgasm out of me. ‘Please fuck me. I need fucking so very badly.’ I’m punctuating the sentence with groans and an arched back and my fingers press hard against my clit as I ask again; moaning and writhing on the bed as I play.‘I want to feel your cock inside me.’ I look imploringly at you. I need you. 

‘Fuck me now.

Please.’

Shaking under you, you answer my pleas and guide yourself tantalisingly slowly into me. I sink lower into the bed as you rise above my trembling body and start to move your cock in and out of my cunt. Fucking me. Teasing the pleasure from my pussy. This is bliss. I knew we’d be wonderful together. You pin my arms above my head and tell me to come. To come for you now.

I watch the flare of your nostril and know you’re about to explode inside me and I let go. Jump off the top of the orgasm steps and let myself tumble down deliciously on the butterfly wings of delight. Honey drip of pleasure bursting from me as you shift your arms, thrust deep and hard and the vein on your neck bulges and

“Sweet Fucking Jesus” 

You tense. Jerk. Grunt.

I feel the ripples of your pulsing cock filling me as we cling. The only parts of us touching are your cock and my cunt, trembling together in the final throes of our orgasm.

 

 

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