I didn’t think about it that day, but maybe it seems strange to some reading this, that the first – and only – thought on my return from a cross-country business trip was to return home, not to the arms of my husband (whose arms hadn’t held me in year), but to have Eric enter me for the very first time. For hours on the flight home, that was all I could think about: that he was going to make his entrance. And I knew, I just knew, it was going to be wonderful!
I called the man of my dreams on his cell phone around 2:30 PM that Friday afternoon.
"I’m in the room, our room! I’m on the bed, our bed! I’m still dressed, and waiting for you to unwrap your present," I panted. I sensed he could hear the intense horniness in my voice, and I could almost see in his voice, his wide side smile from ear to ear. And I sensed that something else was nice and wide on him at that moment, too!
"I'll bring the gift I know you want to unwrap," he whispered in his incredibly sexy, deep baritone voice. Again I wondered if he could sense my big happy smile over the phone on hearing his hot, loving words, his promise that he was about to enter me, and then enter me again and again and again, as I’d been craving all week.
His horniness for me must have put an extra pep in his step, as it took him only about 20 minutes to walk the 8 blocks to the motel, where I was waiting hungrily for him. I knew in my heart, without a doubt, that he was about to give me the sweetest, the most intense, the most wonderful loving, of my then 48 years on this earth. Because I already knew, that’s just the kind of man he is.
About 10 minutes after I had called him, I realized I hadn’t given him the room number yet. In a panic that he might not find me, which would be intolerable in my intense state of horniness, I called him back and told him the room number. I told him to park in back and take the back stairway, since I was in the far back room on the second floor.
I used the time waiting for him to be sure everything was perfect. Heavy, opaque drapes drawn against peeping toms, check. Every light in the motel room on, so he and I would be able to see every bit of each other’s nakedness like we had talked about and had erotic dreams about, check. Top two buttons of my blouse open, check. Zippers on my boots aligned to be easy for Eric to unzip, check. Hem of my long peasant skirt perfectly in place, no wrinkles or rumples, check. Shower hot water working, check. I even double-checked to make sure I had worn the matching blue lace bra and panties under my blouse and skirt, although I knew I had. Check and check. I was ready, and the room was ready, for him to finally enter me.
About ten minutes after my second call, he very softly knocked on the door, courteously not wanting to call attention to our illicit tryst. I opened the door, wearing a tight white blouse like a waitress in a classy restaurant might wear. I had paired it with a long green and black peasant skirt, and side-zipping thigh-high boots.
I threw my arms around him, welcoming him with a kiss, as we both shoved the motel room door shut behind us. He broke the kiss just long enough to double-lock the door for us.
As we tossed our arms around each other and resumed our hungry kissing, I drove my tongue deep into his mouth. “I’m hungry for you!” I panted. “So hungry!”
I broke the kiss this time. "I have dreamed of this moment every minute since I flew off cross country," I purred. "No, ever since I felt you throbbing in my hand last week! I can't believe I'm finally going to get to ride you! To feel you enter me. I want that. I need that!"
He gazed adoringly into my eyes, and through them, into my soul. "I want to see that crystal that lies next to the heart of my heart."
"Oh, don't lie to me, darling! You just want to see my blue lace bra."
"That, too," he laughed. "Are you still wearing that same bra, like you promised?"
"You'll have to find that out for yourself," I smiled, as he eagerly began to unbutton my crisp white blouse.
"I've given myself ssooo many orgasms," I purred, "just imagining myself nibbling that sexy chest in the photo you sent me." With that, I practically ripped the buttons off his shirt, in my eagerness to unwrap him.
"Wow!” I practically drooled. “Your chest looks even better than your photo!" I purred. And I meant it! I put my hand on his mmmmm hairy chest and rubbed it, then leaned in and kissed all over his chest, and then nibbled on his hard little nipples. "And your chest tastes even better than I dreamed."
Meanwhile, he had my blouse open wide around my lace-covered breasts. "That is a nice crystal," he observed, chuckling. "I hope it doesn't mind that it has to share its place next to your heart with me from now on."
"Oh, come on, now," I smiled. "Is my crystal really what you want to focus on?"
With that, he leaned in and kissed the soft blue lace of my bra through my open blouse, as I continued to lovingly, hungrily rub and taste his magnificent bare, hairy chest through his open shirt.
I kissed his chest again.
Meanwhile, he tucked the lacy cups of my bra under my achingly horny breasts. Mine aren't especially huge-- they're only 34C – but I felt sexy as hell when he told me that I have the longest and hardest nipples he’d ever seen.
He leaned in and kissed and sucked and nibbled them. I don’t think my nipples had ever been so hard before. And Eric was doing that to me, this man I hungered for, just so amazing - his sexual power over me….and mine over him!
I began to purr and purr and purr, as he adoringly explored my breasts, bringing me the most incredibly intense pleasure. I couldn’t have stopped purring even if I’d wanted to.
“You purr like a cat,” he observed.
“Well, my name is Kathy! It starts with Kat!”
“And you own two cats. And that day in the park last week, when I got to explore inside your panties, discovering you have nice soft fur like a cat, too! Maybe I should call you Kat from now on?”
“Mmmm, I like that! I’m your Kat!” I told him. “And only you get to stroke my Kat fur! I’m your happy, contented Kat. Purrrrrr!”
"Mmmmm, my sweet purring Kat. Your breasts look even better than I had dared to hope,” as he continued his nipple nibbling, and as my lace bra cradled their underside. “And they taste better than I dreamed, too," he smiled. The more he nibbled my nipples, the louder and more frequently I purred.
As he savored my breasts, and I savored his loving hungry nibbles there, I put my hand over the zipper of his trousers. As he had promised, he was so thick, and so hard! Just what I wanted now, just what I needed!
"I want you!" we both moaned at the same time. Then we laughed together at the coincidence of saying the same words at the same time.
We were standing beside the bed, kissing and stroking and hugging each other. I guided his hands to the single clasp at the back of my wispy little blue lace bra. He unhooked it, and I tossed my bra over the back of a nearby chair.
I put my left foot up on the bed. He slowly, seductively unzipped my left boot and removed it. His hand on my thigh made me draw-in my breath, my heart racing, and then momentarily skipping a beat or two. Then he ran his hand up my right leg, under my long skirt. He clasped my thigh and bent my right leg, so he could unzip and remove my right boot, too.
"Do your panties match your bra?" he asked. I think he already knew what I was going to say, but I sensed he wanted to hear me say it anyway.
As I had with my bra, I smiled saucily and told him, "You'll have to find that out for yourself."
He accepted my invitation, and he slowly, teasingly hiked up my long peasant skirt. He gazed hungrily at my little blue lace panties, and I turned around so he could see my fur-lined entrance under the lace, from behind as well. He quite literally kissed my ass, then he spun me back to face him, and only the wispiest lace separated his kiss from my bush.
I knew he wanted to enter me, every bit as much as I wanted, needed him to enter me! He somehow managed to take his eyes off my panties, and he looked deep into my eyes and smiled, obviously pleased and turned on that that my tiny blue lace panty matched my skimpy bra.
“I knew you’d like them!” I smiled, “I wore these for you! I hoped they would make you as big and as hard as possible when you slide into me!”
He grasped the waist band of my long peasant skirt, and he slid the thin cloth all the way down my legs. I gently kicked my skirt a few feet away. Now I was wearing only my tiny little blue lace panties, and a happy smile almost as big as the bulge in his pants!
Having already unbuckled his belt, my eager hands now unhooked the top of his slacks. It was tough for me to take my time and tease him, I wanted him so much. But I didn't unzip him yet.
Instead, I placed my open palm and fingertips flat against the front of his pants. As eager as I was to ride him, that first time, I wanted to enjoy his goodness in as many ways as possible and for as long as possible.
"So hard!" I purred, cupping the thickness of his best feature through the fabric.
"You make me this hard,” he told me. “This is for you. All for you. Only for you!"
Just then, my gentle but intensely lustful touch made him throb powerfully under his slacks, under my hand.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I purred, hungrily unzipping him now. As I unzipped him, he so helpfully kicked off his shoes, without even bothering to untie them first.
With one quick, hungry, eager tug, I yanked his slacks and boxers all the way down to his ankles, and again he helped me get to my lustful desire faster, as he stepped out of his pants.
Mmmmm, he was thick and hard and red and throbbing. I had dreamed of what that most special part of him looks like, I had felt it in my hand, but now it looked so much better than any of my fevered imaginings of him.
"Can I touch it?" I purred.
"Yes, of course!"
But before he even finished getting these words out, my hand was already wrapped around his very hard, thick redness, and lovingly stroking him up and down.
“Are you happy with how hard you make me?” he smiled.
“Oh YES!” My hand pumped him even faster now.
Now he, too, began to purr like a contented cat.
"May," I began. I intended to ask "May I?" but I stopped myself in mid sentence. I wanted him, I’d wanted him for weeks, and I for damned sure didn't need ask for what I was perfectly capable of taking!
So I just knelt in front of him, and I planted a really hard kiss right on his thick, throbbing goodness.
“I adore you,” I told him, kissing again, “And this is the most adorable part of you!”
I clasped his hand in mine, and I pulled him closer to the bed.
He released my hand, and he began to fold down the bed sheets. I eagerly helped him.
Then we wrapped our arms around each other, and we flopped down together onto the bed.
I raised one leg, bent at the knee, and the other legs stretched straight in front of me.
"This is just how I pictured it in my dream!" he moaned happily.
“I know,” I smiled. “You told me this is how you want to take me. And I agree, this is how I want to give myself to you for the first time!”
I threw my arms around him and kissed him.
He broke the kiss, to slowly skim my tiny little blue lace panties down my legs, teasing me like I had teased him, until they were off of me, over my ankles.
He held my panties to his nose, breathed in deeply and grinned, then tossed them beside us on the bed.
Then he just gazed and gazed adoringly at my bush. “Your sweet brown Kat fur looks even better than it felt on my fingers last week,” he purred.
He was making me feel like the sexiest woman on earth now. “Do you really think my bush looks pretty?”
“It’s perfection!” he whispered hotly in my ear. “So soft and furry. And the most beautiful shade of brown fur I think I’ve ever seen. And I love those soft, tiny little wisps of brown hair on your soft and silky thighs.” He paused. “Would you let me pet your Kat fur?”
In silent reply, I gently clasped his wrist, and guided his hand to caress my bush.
“Purrrrrr!” I whispered hotly, as I nibbled his ear. “Your Kat loves when you pet her fur!”
“Your bush, your lightly furred thighs,” he purred back. “I wouldn't change a thing! Your fur is sexy, to the point of absolute perfection.”
“You’re perfection, too!” I purred, as my hand encircled and gently squeezed his thick, pulsing hardness
We spoke in unison again. "I've been dreaming of this moment!"
I lay flat on my back, and I pulled him on top of me. I kissed him fiercely, as my breasts mashed up hard against his sexy, hairy chest. I could feel my achingly hard nipples drilling their way into his manly chest.
I was on fire, and my tongue again snaked its way deep into his mouth. And then his tongue drove swiftly and eagerly into MY mouth.
"Mmmmmm!" I purred. “Are you going to enter me that same way, like you’re tongue’s doing?”
“Whatever brings you the most intense pleasure, my darling!”
I gently chewed on his tongue in my mouth.
"Oh, yes!" he moaned, kissing my mouth, kissing my neck, and caressing my breasts.
He slid himself off from on top of me. And face down beside me, he reached over the side of the bed.
“What are you doing, my sweet?” I asked him.
“I stashed a couple of condoms in my pants pockets. I’m just getting one. I bought them this morning, for you, for us! They’re ribbed and lubricated.”
I laughed. “Not needed, baby!” I kissed his shoulders. All the sweet wonderfulness of who he is throbbed hard against the bed, making the bed—and me – tremble. This was better than any vibrator. Because it was the real flesh of the real man I had intense feelings for—horniness, yes, but also love already, too, I think.
I then let him face me, and I parted my bush, to show him the little surgery scar underneath. “I had to undergo a hysterectomy a few years ago. I can’t get pregnant any more. Which after 4 kids,” I laughed, “is fine with me! And besides, I haven’t had a man in me in so long,” I sighed, “So there’s no way you need protection from any disease! So we don’t need a condom for either reason!”
“Besides, I continued, “I’ve been dreaming of this moment. And there’s no way I’m going to let any latex come between feeling your flesh in me!”
He stretched his whole 5’10” naked frame on top of my own nakedness, and he resumed kissing my mouth hotly, his tongue driving as deep into my mouth, as I knew the wonder of him would soon be driving into me!
His magnificent thickness was pressed hard into my belly, and he suddenly throbbed very hard against me.
"Mmmmm! " I purred again. I reached down and stroked his very hard, very red loveliness again.
“How did I get so lucky,” I purred, “to have the hottest man ever, here in bed with me? And ready to enter me!”
“It’s for you, all for you!”
That did it! “I need you to feed all of your goodness into me! Now!” I moaned. “I’m so hungry for you! Enter me, baby!”
His fingers interlaced with mine, and we both grabbed his wonderfully thick hardness, and together, we began easing him into me.
The head parted my lips wider and wider and wider around him, as he began his slow entry into me. “Yes!” I moaned. “Yes and yes, and YES!”
And then that thick wonderful shaft began its slow descent into my hunger.
“YES!”
The center of my womanhood, the entranceway to my very soul, was contracting like crazy around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper and deeper. His hardness seemed to go on forever, so long, so thick, so hard, so much to take into myself now.
No matter how much I hungrily pulled him into me now, there still seemed to be a lot more left outside, still to cram into me. How was it possible that my many intense fevered dreams of him, while I lay in the bathtub, totally paled, compared to this wonderful hot reality? I felt so sexy, so loved, so lucky!
Finally, he was in me all the way, just what I wanted, just what I needed. And I reveled at the feel of his big, come-filled balls, pressed up tight against my lower set of lips.
He was so long, and so thick, and I was so completely filled up by him. I then knew, more than ever before, how much I completely loved and adored this man!
And then he slowly lifted himself up, pulling all that wonderful hardness up out of me, pulling my insides out of me along with his slow withdrawal.
And then slowly, slowly back into me.
When he was completely in me again, he gave another little push. And somehow he managed to push in even deeper! And as hard as he had looked before he entered me, he was now even harder! Mmmmm! If there’s a heaven, I’m already there!
I wrapped my long legs around his waist, pushing my feet hard into his naked butt, and he slid even further down into me! One delighted purr blended into the next and the next, as I just let myself enjoy him, enjoy us!
He pulled out slowly once again. And then he thrust back in me, very fast. And he withdrew just as fast. Now he was slamming his way in and out of me, so fast, so very fast, and so good! And my nether lips were trembling, contracting, and squishing like mad around him! And I was floating on a cloud of pure bliss! Pure joy! Yes, this man, my Eric, was definitely taking me on a trip to pure heaven! And I just knew, I loved him so much now!
And then I trembled from head to toe, as I thoroughly soaked his deeply-buried hardness. He pulled out of my hunger by maybe half an inch (if that). He throbbed very hard, thrust back in, and he exploded all of his warm gooey goodness deep into me!
“Yes! Yes!” and “Yes!” again I cried out, trembling through one more orgasm, and then two and then four.