Our First Encounter Part One: Owned and Grateful

The afternoon drew in and the light was beginning to fade, and I was feeling more restless than ever. The tension had been building, and it felt to me like the air was crackling with it; you know, that vaguely uncomfortable, excited feeling you get right before a storm breaks?

Looking into your face, you smiled at me; deep and intimate, and full of joy.

He appeared calm, at ease on the sofa where he sat, emanating his gentlemanly vibes. You held my hand against your thigh, enveloping it underneath the warmth of your two. And I was peaceful, still, sitting next to you, trying my best to let the tranquillity I was projecting sink inward into my thoughts. Trying my best to calm the machinations of my horny brain.

Nothing is going to happen today, I reminded myself over and over, a mantra which was doing absolutely nothing to help me find my equilibrium. I found myself longing to touch him, to run my fingers through that grey hair.

The foreboding electric feeling intensified, grew, with the increasingly interweaving complexity of our conversation. His eyes wandered down to our hands, he stared a second at them and god help me, his lips parted. His eyes flicked up to mine and didn’t move. Uhh, I felt the blush rise in my cheeks. Wondered how badly he was feeling it. Or was it all just me?

I dare to ask

When you got up to fetch drinks, he went to the bathroom. I stood up and shook my hands vigorously, as though I could let the tension go. I could feel my arousal there between my legs.

Folding me into your arms, you kissed my head, held me against you.

“You want to, don’t you?” you said, and I nodded against your chest. Oh, how I wanted to.

“Yes,” I said, the intensity of the affirmation surprised me, a declaration of intent. I looked up at you, and you nodded at me.

“Of course you do,” you said, your grin telling me everything I needed to know, and I found myself grinning back at you.

After he made himself comfortable on the sofa again, you passed him a glass of water and he murmured his thanks. I took a deep breath and in a horribly awkward moment, I asked him if we could break our “nothing happens on the first date” rule.

He didn’t smile, not right away anyway. In the agonising wait, honestly those seconds were some of the longest I’ve ever experienced, I searched his expression for some tell-tale indication of how he had taken my question. But I couldn’t read him, not at all. He stared into my eyes, held them a long moment and then he turned to you. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the incline of your head; your consent. Only then did he smile. And the relief I felt was intense. The breath rushed out of me with a whoosh and my own lips were arching in reaction.

Beginnings

He rose then, his movements slow, fluid. He stood, and holy hellfire, if he didn’t actually beckon to me. Less than two metres between us, and he crooked his finger at me, pointed it down to his feet. The confidence of his expectation a clear statement that spoke volumes to my submissive self. Uuhh, excited electricity building, arcing inward, right into the core of me.

I was flooded with that familiar feeling of fatalism, of non-return, that always accompanies our first times. And though I had wanted this all afternoon, though my body was more than ready… I hesitated.

You touched my arm, squeezed it gently and I accepted the gift of courage, made up my mind and stepped into his personal space, though I had no idea what he might do.

Another moment of awkwardness ensued in my head, how to actually begin. He didn’t hesitate, undid the only button holding my cardigan closed. I slipped it off, and you took it from me.

Taking the hem of my t-shirt in my hands, I pulled it off, felt your hands at the waistband of my yoga pants, and I found myself standing before you both in just my bra and knickers.

A description of him

“Go on,” you said, sitting down to watch.

I looked from you to him, and he was smiling at me and I think that’s the moment when I truly embraced the reality of it. And all of a sudden I needed to see him naked, like it couldn’t happen soon enough.

He was wearing a shirt and I got to work, unbuttoning it. He was not wearing an undershirt. My fingers fumbled and he let out this low chuckle before just taking his shirt in his hands and pulling it off over his head. And then we were both staring at him.

You’ve seen my man and me in all our naked glory so often, but not this guy, so here’s a little description of him.

He has a good twenty-five centimetres on me, and he’s a couple of years older than I am. He owns his age, with gorgeous grey hair styled short. And he works out, the torso of this body standing before me was ripped, there’s really no other way to put it. And I had to stop staring at him.

I glanced at you and you grinned at me, quirking an eyebrow.

Touching him for the first time

He took my hands and placed them in the centre of his chest, his warm, hard chest, pressed them to him for a moment with his own. I closed my eyes, wanting to explore him through touch alone.

The hair on his chest was sparse, but rough, contrasting with his smooth warm skin. He let my hands go, releasing pressure and mine rose against his, not wanting to break contact, but he chose to break it. Only my fingertips were left touching him. I swept them over his skin, up to his shoulders, trailing along the lines of his traps to his neck, and I stepped closer to him, so my bra-clad tits were brushing softly against him. My fingernails traced over his neck and into his hair and I stroked them through it. It was much softer than I’d imagined.

Letting my hands fall again, I ran them over his shoulders to his upper arms and lingered there. That old gym fantasy popped into my head, and I opened my eyes again, looked up at him, at his arms. You gave a snort, recognition, and his expression changed to quizzical amusement.

It was so very hard not to imagine being spanked by him right then. To be turned over his knee and held down, despite my best struggling, and gloriously spanked with my knickers wrapped around my knees and no hope of escape. Mmmh, all bare arsed and squirming, lying over his jeans clad thighs with you watching. And that makes it hottest of all for me, knowing you’re watching. Oh, yes please!

To take my mind off it, I turned my attention to his belt, unbuckled it and popped the top button of his jeans. He helped me pull them down over his thighs.

Dominance

His dick was already hard in his briefs, and my whole body responded in my excitement. I knelt down before him, took his jeans into my hands and pulled them down to his ankles, assisted him stepping out of them. Helped him with his socks.

He made this noise then. An appreciative aren’t-you-a-good-girl kind of noise, and it went straight to my core. Feelings of pride, and happiness were flooding me with joy. I paused to smile up at him, to let him know how he’d made me feel with that single noise. And something in his expression told me he understood exactly what I was telling him.

I folded his jeans and you took them from me, giving my hand an encouraging squeeze.

Then I was kneeling up before him again, intending to pull off his briefs, to get him naked. I so badly wanted to explore his dick with all of my senses.

“Halt still,” he said and there was such command in his quiet, gentlemanly voice that I obeyed without thought. There was no hesitation at all in me. I froze, and my clit positively pulsed.

He held out his hands to me, and I placed mine in them. He hauled me up. I stood still before him and he moved behind me.

His first touch

I was staring at you on the sofa, you were sitting back, your arms spread out, looking relaxed, interested. You gave me a lazy smile and I wondered if you intended to join in at all on this, our first encounter with our new guy.

I could feel the heat from his body, he was standing that close behind me. He unclasped my bra I let it fall down my arms. You reached out and took it from my fingers. I felt his breath rustling in my hair and, staring into your eyes, I felt my delicious vulnerability.

“Still halten,” he whispered, ruslting the hair by my ear.

Uhh, devastating! I reacted to this breath of noise with a shock of shivers, my nipples were suddenly solid, tingling points. And your smile became gleeful.

Standing very still, lest I waken the thing in him that I so desperately wanted to waken, to try out, to see what I might provoke him to, I waited.

His first real sexual touch of me was a gentle nudge of one of his feet against the inside of one of mine. The tiniest pressure. An unspoken demand that ignited me. I moved my feet apart for him. And with legs spread wide, I was glad my knickers were saving me some embarrassment in front of him right then.

He swept my hair back from my shoulder and he leaned down, his nose sniffing at my skin. Mmmh, it was animalistic and it thrilled me. His lips found my neck and I was a lost cause. The sensations he was creating in that whole side of my body were so knicker-wettingly intense.

Losing myself to pleasure

I closed my eyes and lost myself to the feel of his mouth, our only point of contact. He sucked hard on my skin and bit gently down. Waves of pure pleasure-pain pulsed through me.

Ahh I was so horny, so urgent in my need.

I moaned, the quietest exhalation of breath through my lips.

His breath was in my hair again. And his arms came around my chest, one above, the other below my tits. And he wrapped me in an embrace, pulling me tight against his chest, so our bodies were locked together. Uhh, I could feel the hardness of his dick against my ass. So fucking enticing, so out of reach.

A third time he spoke. This time in a low, quiet voice, his chin resting against the top of my head.

“Keinen Ton mehr.”

And then his fingers found my nipples and with me leaning against his strength, he pinched and pulled, mauled and squeezed. Your eyes were locked with mine, neither of us smiling now and my lips parted in my desperation. I stood and took this relentless tease until my clit was pulsing, and my already aching cunt was spasming in need. The tease was so intense and I could actually feel my orgasm building, though he had not ventured anywhere near my clit.

The threat was so great, I knew I would tip and I couldn’t help it. I broke his third command with a moan, low and yearning and filled with my aching desire.

He pulled me tighter against him, wrapping one strong arm around me, squashing my tits with it, supporting me with his strength. The other dropped. He slipped his hand inside my knickers and pressed his palm to my mons. Uhh and the moment his warm dry fingers touched my soaked, aching, pulsing clit, my orgasm broke over me hard.

And this in turn caused me to break his first commands. My hands rose to hold his arm as I lost myself to my pleasure, staring into your eyes all the while.

You rose then, took your T-shirt off and stood before me. Your intention clear as fuck, and I couldn’t wait to get down on my knees.

I couldn’t wait to show you both, just how grateful I was.