At that moment, the doorbell rang.  She took one last look.  Hair smooth and silky, falling halfway down her back, skin shimmering slightly with the new body lotion she purchased, face soft and feminine – just enough makeup…except for that wonderful red lipstick she knew he would love so much.  You can’t ignore that color, especially on her full lips.

She glided expectantly to the door.  She couldn’t wait to see him, was all she thought of for days.  This was going to be a magical night…she could feel it.

Upon opening the door, they both gasped.  Even though they had talked for months, they still were nervous about meeting.  Would the fantasy live up to their expectations?  One look proved it for both of them…reality was better.  The flesh and blood version standing before each other far surpassed the dreams they had conjured.  Their hearts began to race a little.  They started to say hello at the same time, stopped, laughed and just smiled.  Then, in one smooth motion, they were in each others arms, feeling so natural.  The anticipation was worth it.  The kiss that followed speaking the words their voices could not utter at this point.  It certainly was going to be a magical evening!

Time seemed to stand still while they were locked in each others embrace.  They pried themselves apart and just laughed.  Seems like the passion they shared on the phone transferred in the physical world just fine.  This is one area they knew they were compatible in.

She took her purse and led the way to his car.  He followed slightly behind, only to admire the way the fabric swayed as she walked.  He liked the way the back was cut open, down to the small of her back and beyond, revealing the toned and tanned skin and muscles, the graceful curve of her spine and the hint of the swell of her buttocks.  God, he wanted to tear that dress off of her right now.  But, he contained himself and opened the car door.  As she stepped in, the dress lifted all the way up her thigh.  Man, this is going to be a tough night…..

He climbed in beside her and told her how beautiful and sexy she looked in her dress.  “Thank you,” she said, “I had you in mind when I bought it.”  That turned him on even more.  Could he last the night?

As he drove, his eyes kept on going to her.  The red lipstick did it for him.  He knew she wore it because he told her how much he wanted to see it on her, wanted to see it on him later.  His gaze traveled down her neck, to her bare shoulders, to the swell of her breasts.  He couldn’t wait to see and feel the breasts he dreamed about out of that sexy dress.

She caught him looking and gave him a knowing smile.  He returned it. She crossed her legs and the dress hiked up her thigh.  Although she was a runner, her legs were smooth and toned, but not overly muscular.  They had just enough definition to keep her feminine.  That was the thing about her; she knew the power of being a woman.

They reached the restaurant.  As he went around her side to open the door, she swung her legs around and climbed out of the car.  God, those heels were sexy…everything about her was sexy.  He realized that he couldn’t tell if she was wearing any underwear, and that excited him even more.  If she wasn’t, he knew she had done it just for him.  This was going to be a wild night.

They were led to their reserved table, the one he had requested.  It was towards the back of the restaurant, the most private one they had.  The plush leather booth created a semi-circle, perfect for intimate conversation.  As she made her way next to him he realized his initial observation was right, she wasn’t wearing any panties.  He could feel himself hardening.

They had talked for months before this meeting.  During one of their conversations, she had divulged her grooming habits.  He couldn’t wait to feel and taste her completely smooth pussy. That conversation had him fantasizing for days, recalling it now, was affecting him again.

As if she could read his mind, she parted her legs slightly.  She loved to tease.  And she knew she was going to enjoy teasing him in particular.  She too, loved their conversations.  His voice could make her wet instantly, and keep her there.  She would replay the words and sounds in her mind and masturbate from the memories.  God, this was going to be some night.

The waiter came for their order.  Did it really matter what they were going to eat, other than each other?  They each had this thought in their mind as they ordered their preferences.

The wine came.  Red wine always had a wonderful effect on her.  Not like champagne.  Champagne would go straight to her head, but die quickly.   A good Shiraz however, started with a blush and built a fire that would last.  That is what she wanted tonight, a blazing heat that would go all night.

The wine went down smoothly, too smoothly he thought.  He could feel the passion building inside him.  She was so close, he could smell her delicate perfume, feel her breath as she spoke.  He was mesmerized by her mouth; lush, full lips parting to reveal her beautiful teeth and tongue.  He wanted that tongue intertwined with his, traveling down his body, creating the sensations he had only been able to dream about until this night.

He leaned over and kissed her.  That sent shocks through both of their bodies.  They melted into each other, teasing and exploring.  They realized they were in a public place, but somehow, that just fueled their excitement.  His hand rested on her thigh.  She reached over, put her soft hand on his, and guided it up towards her pussy.  His fingers touched her lightly, could feel her wetness immediately.  That did it, he couldn’t help himself.  He parted her full lips and touched the inner folds, resting on her clit.  She moved towards him, wanting him to enter her, getting wetter.  She knew that if she put her hand on his cock right now, they would not be able to contain themselves.  They had to stop, and wait for later.

They pulled away, panting.  All they could think of was fucking each other right now.  When the waiter came, they asked for their check.  Who cared about the food?  They walked the distance to the car, both knowing they would not be able to make it to the house.  They entered the car; thank god they had parked on the end of the lot.

Once inside, they attacked each other.  Hands roaming, mouths searching.  She reached over and unzipped his pants, he lifted her dress.  She climbed on top of him, and lowered herself onto his throbbing cock, taking him deep inside her.  At this point, they both had to fuck hard first, and take their time later.  They pounded each other, until they both exploded.

She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, kissing down his chest and stomach as she did so.  She took it off.  Then, going to his pants, she unzipped them, pulling them off.  She put her fingers inside his shorts, and pulled them away, releasing his hard, wonderful cock.  She couldn’t believe she had it right there.  She leaned in front of him, parted his legs and took him into her hands.  She told him to lean back and enjoy, it was his turn right now.

He was rendered speechless.  It was finally happening; the girl in his dreams was sucking his cock for real this time.  She licked and stroked it; she sucked and raked it with her teeth.  She varied pressure, she alternated between using her lips, tongue, mouth, hands and breasts, and she would quicken and then go slow again.  It was excruciating, she would take him to the edge, and bring him back once, twice.  Then, finally, she got him past the edge this time, cumming so hard, even he was surprised by it.

Then, she rose and walked over to the bed.  She lay down and spread her legs for him.  She took her nipples in her hand and squeezed them, throwing her head back in pleasure.  Her right hand traveled down to her pussy then, spreading her lips with her thumb and index finger, and rubbing it with her other one.  It was glistening with her wetness.  She moaned, and motioned him to come to her.  Now, it was her turn.  He knelt in front of her, took her legs and put them over his shoulders and started licking her pussy.

“Oh my god, he’s good,” she thought.  She loved to get her pussy eaten, and he was an expert at it.  Up and down his tongue went, sucking and stroking her.  He would enter her, and then go to her clit, back and forth.  She came once, and creamed in his mouth.  This seemed to turn him on even more.  His intensity increased.  It felt so fucking good.  “Fuck my pussy,” she exclaimed.  And he would oblige.  This sent her over the edge, and made her cum over and over.

Then, just as the last wave was rolling over her, he thrust his hard again cock deep inside her.  She gasped.  It felt so good inside her, so full and sexy.  He stayed there for a minute, savoring her softness, her tightness, her heat.  He was swelling inside her, and she was tightening to accommodate him.  They fucked great together, almost anticipating each others needs.  In and out, they rode each other, urgently, fervently.  They both came, and kept going.