There is one particular night in my life that still makes me shiver with delight when I think about it.

I was on my way to meet Michael, a man I had been having an online affair with. As the airplane taxied for takeoff, the lusty thoughts of the approaching hours filled my being and sent shivers down my spine. I felt myself getting wetter, and had to readjust my position in order to provide myself with the necessary release that only adept fingers could provide.

Upon arriving, I walked through the airport with butterflies in my belly and a skip in my step. I was going to meet what the Internet had depicted as a wildly handsome man who showed promise of fulfilling all my desires.

At the bar where we were to get together, I ordered a glass of wine to fortify myself with some courage. I stepped back with my long-stemmed glass, turned on my heel, and found myself face to face with Michael. He looked at me with fire in his eyes and swept me out of the bar.

He ushered me into his apartment, where we first shared a glass of champagne. “I am going to kiss you,” he said, as his hands gently caressed my cheeks, and his thumb parted my lips. He gave me the most delicate kiss, then pulled away, daring me to come forward with an unspoken request for more. Our mouths pressed together, and his tongue finally found its way past my lips for a more urgent connection.

Michael led me to the couch, and as he pulled me onto his lap, I could feel his erection pressing against my bottom through the thick denim of my jeans. We kissed again, softly at first, then with increasing urgency. Our bodies pressed hard into each other, and with roving hands, Michael explored me from head to toe. His hands began at the curve of my waist, slid up, and raised my sweater, pressing into the small of my back. His fingers darted up my back, drumming along my spine, then roaming higher. He slid his hands around toward my front, cupping my breasts, and feeling the heavy fullness that strained against the lace of my bra, begging to be released.

With able hands, Michael unhooked the bra, freeing my breasts from confinement. Then he lovingly placed his tongue upon each nipple, circling them and taking each deeply into his mouth, one at a time, sucking and pulling and playing with them, arousing me, and making the panties straining beneath my jeans become increasingly damp.

We removed each other’s tops, and he pulled me to him. The soft hair of his chest brushed up against the exposed flesh of my breasts. We stayed this way for only minutes longer, both wanting so much more.

Putting me down on the plush couch, Michael slowly began to unbutton my jeans, pulling them apart at the opening. I raised my hips to make it easier for him to tug my pants down over my legs. My wet panties were all that remained of my clothing before they joined all else in a heap on the floor. I was completely exposed.

He spread my legs and placed a full hand against my aching pussy. “You are so wet,” he cried, as he parted my steamy lips, seeming to be searching for my inner core. He rubbed his fingers as if warming them against my flesh, then slowly slid them inside. I flinched from the gentle probing, and moved my legs farther apart. Michael bent lower, and placed his tongue at my pussy and clit, flicking gently at the bud, then sucking with the greatest expertise.

“Fuck me with your tongue,” I cried. He picked me up and placed me full over his lips, licking, probing, and sucking me off to a climax that made my entire body tremble with delight.

I slid down Michael’s body, and moved to open his pants. Tugging them off, I exposed him, full at attention and begging to be drawn into me. I took hold of his shaft and slid my hands up and down it, watching as he grew fuller and firmer in my fingers. I bent to him, extending my tongue to the head of his cock and tasting the salty love juice that had begun to ooze from the tip. Playfully, I flicked my tongue down the shaft, teasing his balls, pulling them into my mouth, one at a time, then both together.

Michael lay back against the couch, murmuring softly at the pleasure he felt. Then he was inside my mouth. My head pumped up and down, allowing his cock to go deeper and deeper, until my lips pressed into his pubic mound.

Unable to stand it any longer, we both raced for the bedroom. We fell together on the bed, and as he lay on top of me, his cock grew rock-hard. “I am going to fuck you,” he said, to which I replied, “Yes!” Slowly and rhythmically, he rode me at first, then with more force.

Breathlessly, I said, “I’m going to come!” Then he exited quickly, placing himself between my breasts to spread his love juice all over me.

Cuddling up against my side, he whispered about the one place left that he would like to invade. “Mmm,” was all I could say, as I saw his cock become rock-hard again. Flipping me over, he brought me to my knees, and, placing his hands on my buttocks, with one expert thrust he plunged himself deep within my anus. He took hold of my waist, and together we rocked, until we rose to climax together. Then, exhausted, we fell, and all that remained was the sweet, pungent smell of our lovemaking.