Parental Advisory: contains scenes of mild raunchiness.
My first love?
At 14, at 16 at 25 and 30 I thought I was in love.
But my first true love came so much later. It was only then I knew what true love felt like. All the others were just shadows.
We “met” on line. Words, then pictures, then calls. Her voice broke through my clouds, like dazzling rays. Her smile lit up my world.
You can’t fall in love like this? Surely.
But we did. From the very start.
And so she flew to me.
The airport set the tone.
Buckle in... this is raunchy!
As she came through the gate our smiles collided, lighting up the world.
She ran to me and jumped into my arms. I swung her round as we kissed, uniting our souls for ever.
Pushing her against the wall, my hand went to her breasts, touching and holding them through her sweater. She gasped urgently. We had waited twelve months for this. Our passion had no control.
Passers by passed by, barely noticing us.
Her hand went to my crotch, swiftly unzipping me and slipping inside. Without the hindrance of underwear, she found what she wanted. Hard and aching. Leaving it there, she held it gently. Our bodies pressed together, hiding her hand from view.
My left hand pushed against her pussy, through her summer skirt. Fingers pushing against her. Finding her sweet spot through the material.
And we kissed. For an eternity.
And this was the start. Without words.
In reality I have not met this lady, yet.
We have not kissed.
But was this just a dream?
It happened and I woke up gasping.
Perhaps it was a vision.
Perhaps she is out there now. Reading these words.