Falling for the Girl of My Dreams

Falling for the Girl of My Dreams

This is my first story ever posted on any website. I welcome all constructive comments and will accept those not constructive from readers who must express their thoughts. Do keep in mind I'm a 'Virgin' here!

Chapter One

Lana -- I remember the first time I saw the girl of my dreams. I was working out with weights in my fitness club when I looked over at an aerobics class in an adjacent room. Glass walls separated our spaces, so it was my habit to occasionally check out the women there. Seldom did I see any that really turned me on. Too picky, I guess. Let's face it, I'm a shallow guy, usually only looking at women who are sexy and beautiful. Shallow, like most guys.

But that morning I saw the aerobics instructor leading the class, and I almost dropped a weight on my foot. Judging solely on her appearance, I assumed she was a student at the nearby university. Students often had part time jobs at the club to help with expenses. It really didn't matter, she appeared to be around that age, in her early twenties.

And God! The girl was beautiful. And sexy. She looked to be about five and a half feet tall with a slender but shapely body. She was wearing a two piece workout set that really highlighted her maidenly form. Her breasts were tucked inside a tight sports bra, and from what I saw they were nice and full beneath it. On the bottom, she was wearing a matching pair of high waisted, form fitting shorts. Man, she had a lovely ass, the kind you want to hold in your hands and squeeze -- so round and firm -- with legs that were long and shapely.

Her body was amazing, but when I looked closer I saw the rest of her was equally appealing to a red blooded male like me. Despite being held up by large clips, I could see that her dark brown hair was long and probably would fall to her shoulders when she wore it down. Her face was that of a model, tanned and perfect. The classic shape of her face, her enchanting green eyes, an adorable nose, and lips that begged to be kissed. But there was even more that drew my eye to her. She moved with ease and such grace. There was a confidence about her, and I found that appealing. It was really hard to concentrate on my own workout as I kept glancing at her. Did she have a boyfriend, I wondered? Yeah, a woman who looked like that had to be taken. But what if she didn't? I had to meet this girl, I just had to. I'd be kicking myself in the ass for years to come if I let the opportunity pass.

Normally I'm not the kind of guy who is shy about walking up to women and introducing myself. But with this beautiful young woman, there were butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I was 32 years old, and maybe it was the age difference that made me a little nervous about her. But hey, I said to myself, I'm a handsome man (so say my female friends) and I keep myself physically fit. And I considered myself charming to the opposite sex. My own experience had led me to believe that was the case.

Self confidence is in my DNA. Or normally it is, maybe not as much in the case of this girl. My mother and father were both highly successful in life and instilled that same ambition in me at an early age. At the age of 21, I had just finished college and invented a medical device that the biotech world wanted. So I became a multi-millionaire in my early twenties when a company bought it. I was young and obsessed with money and status. I wanted the lifestyle that came with wealth. I bought a large beachfront house on a gated estate, filled the garage with a collection of expensive sports cars, and surrounded myself with all the trappings of wealth.

In later years, I had become a bit more grounded and mature. But I was, and still am, fortunate to enjoy a life of luxury. And I make an effort to share my wealth in a socially responsible way. I don't tell you this to impress you. I just want you to know all the things I was telling myself as I thought about me, a 32 year old man, approaching a gorgeous young woman of 20 or 21 years of age in a fitness club. And possibly making a fool of myself in front of people I regularly see.

Okay, I decided, I'm going to do it. But I'm a bit ashamed to tell you I decided to do it in a less direct, more creepy way. I hurried through the rest of my workout and headed to the lobby where I could sit in a quiet corner scanning the newspaper and keeping an eye on the door of the aerobics room. It wasn't long before the class ended and participants began coming out. I wanted to use a bit of stealth, to meet the girl at the club's front door without my devious plan being obvious. In a few minutes I saw her exiting the room and coming into the lobby to leave. She was scrolling through her phone as she walked. That was fortuitous for me, she wasn't looking around at others. I rose from my seat and walked across the lobby. "By chance," I arrived at the front door at the same time as the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes upon. I glanced at her and made a show of opening the door for her with a warm smile.

"May I?"

"Thank you!" She said, returning my smile. "A gentleman... how unusual these days..."

I returned her smile and laughed. "Give my mother the credit. She was an ole fashioned kind of woman."

She was smiling at me. "How refreshing."

This wasn't a time to be shy, I said to myself. We were both outside, and this girl could turn and walk out of my life forever.

"I'm glad I made a good impression. I'm Sean, by the way."

"I'm Lana. Very nice to meet you." There was that smile again. It could have turned my legs to jelly.

By good fortune, we both turned right and walked together.

"I hope you don't think I'm a creeper." I chuckled and shook my head, looking at her. I quickly added, "I'm not, by the way." Lana laughed. "But I was doing my morning workout and couldn't help but notice you teaching the aerobics class. It's not often that I see such a beautiful woman leading that class."

She blushed. "That's kind of you to say that. And since we're being honest, I noticed you too... working out. It's not often you see normal looking guys in there."

"Hmmm... interesting," I replied in a teasing voice. "Hope I didn't look too normal. As in... boring."

Lana laughed. "No, that's not what I meant." She paused for a moment. "I mean, a lot of the guys in there are so into themselves. Like they're competing to see who can show off the biggest biceps. Like they're posing or something."

"Well, I'm certainly not guilty of having the biggest muscles in there. Just trying to keep fit."

It was then that we arrived at my car, a 2025 Porsche 911. I pressed the remote and the car chirped.

"Nice car, Sean."

"Well, I confess cars are my passion." We both paused for a moment. She was looking at the Porsche more closely than most women I've known; of course I was looking at her incredible beauty.

"Do you have an interest in sports cars yourself?" I asked.

"Kinda," she responded. "I guess I get it from my dad. He owns a 2018 Ferrari and puts lots of money into maintaining it. I should be jealous, he calls it his "baby."

I laughed. "Yeah, I know the feeling of being obsessive about my cars."

I was about to reach a fork in the road. I could watch her walk away, or I could do something proactive to spend a bit more time with her.

"Hey Lana, do you have your car here? Could I offer you a ride to wherever you're headed?" Wow! That could have been a bit too risky. It probably screamed, "HEY, I'M A SERIAL PERVERT!!"

Thankfully she didn't seem put off. "That's kind, Sean. But I'm just heading back to campus, so I only have a short walk."

Damn! Better come up with something quick.

"I see. Could I buy you a tea or coffee? There's a quaint coffee place around the corner. I'd love to talk some more."

"Oh yeah, Whispering Beans. I'm there about every morning. Yeah, I think I'd like that."

My heart leapt. It wasn't love, but you know that feeling you get when you meet a beautiful and interesting girl and there seems to be a spark. I had that feeling, but it could have been wishful thinking.

"Great! One of my favorite places too," I replied.

Our walk to the coffee shop was a short one. We talked the entire time. Just mindless crap, I guess. Honestly I can't remember much of the conversation, other than I was enjoying the hell out of it. And also glancing at her occasionally, just to soak in her beauty.

We got to the coffee shop and ordered. Once we sat down in a booth, we began talking nonstop. In a casual, unhurried way. We wanted to learn about each other. I discovered she was 21 years old, a senior at the university studying English literature (her favorite novel was Pride and Prejudice), and a soccer player on an intramural team. No wonder she had such a slender, fit body with curves in all the right places -- that, and the aerobics. I learned that she didn't currently have a boyfriend, although she did like to date and also hang out with friends. And that she had lost her mother at an early age and was raised by a single father who she admired and loved. I wondered if that might mean she might be attracted to older men, or at least not put off by us.

The time passed quickly, 90 minutes that seemed like 30. I told Lana I'd like to see her again, maybe for lunch or dinner.

"I'd like that too, Sean. You choose -- lunch or dinner, either would be fine with me."

We decided on dinner that coming Friday night. Having exchanged numbers, I told Lana I would call her. Parting ways, I knew Friday night would be special, regardless of what happened. Just to enjoy her company... and bask in her beauty.

Late that afternoon, I sent her a text:

I really enjoyed meeting and spending time with you this morning. Looking forward to seeing you again Friday.

God! You're so beautiful and charming! ????

She responded almost immediately:

you're a charmer. i love it! i'm looking forward to friday too! 'til then ????

It was easy to read too much into that emoji with hearts. But oh man did it make my heart flutter!

Chapter Two

Friday evening came. Lana had given me her address, and I arrived at her off-campus apartment in my 2026 Aston Martin at 7 pm. Yes, I was trying to impress her with another expensive sports car. When she opened her door, I almost choked because of the vision before me. Lana was dressed in a semi-formal, long black dress that gave new meaning to the word sexy. Not skanky, mind you. But a vision of classy sexiness. The dress was sleeveless with spaghetti straps; her lovely shoulders were bare. But it really was the neckline that got my motor running. The neckline was cut in a serious 'V' that displayed a generous portion of cleavage. Her dark brown hair was down and fell past her shoulders; it was long and lustrous. Her face was as beautiful as I remembered, but with the addition of light makeup her green eyes were captivating.

"My God, Lana. You were beautiful the other day, but tonight you are absolutely stunning." I gave her my best non creepy grin. "I apologize in advance, but I'm not going to be able to take my eyes off you all night."

"Oh Sean, that's a very sweet thing to say. Not that I believe you, but thank you for the compliment." And there was that smile again -- the one that could have turned my legs to jelly.

"Shall we go?" I asked.

"By all means. I've been looking forward to tonight and finding out what you have planned."

"Dinner and dancing. Sounds good?"

"Absolutely."

We walked to my car, and I opened the door for her. She was impressed with the Aston Martin.

"Sean, how many cars do you have stuffed in that garage?" Lana asked, clearly teasing me.

"Well, I told you I have a passion for cars. And the number is twenty-two."

Lana sat in the car, and I carefully closed her door. When I was in the car and starting it, she teased me a little more.

"Twenty-two cars. I'd say that we certainly can call that a passion." She smiled when I glanced at her. I noticed the smile had a bit of mischief in it.

"What other passions do you have?"

"Well, tonight the only one I can think of is the beautiful charming woman I'm taking to dinner."

I grinned with my own bit of mischief when I turned to look at her.

"Awwwww... now that's a good one," she replied. "You say that to all the women you take to dinner, don't you?"

"Nah, believe me Lana, that was a totally spontaneous, spur of the moment response. And very true, I might add."

The rest of the drive to the restaurant was spent in light conversation with both of us occasionally tossing out a flirty comment. We arrived at the restaurant and when seated, I couldn't take my eyes off her. This 21 year old woman was a goddess. Those green eyes were radiant. And as the night went on and we talked more, I realized she really didn't realize how beautiful she was. There wasn't a shred of arrogance about her. For a 21 year old, she had a level of maturity that is hard to find in much older people, both men and women. I found that quality to be so charming. Sexy even.

Everything about the dinner was superb, from the food and wine to the conversation. Time passed quickly, and I asked if she was ready for some dancing. Off to the nightclub.

I had chosen one that was upscale with tables where couples could separate from the crowded chaos of the dance floor. As well as the noise of the music and the crowd. So it was possible to talk -- if you pulled your chair close to the other person and leaned in close to speak.

It was a great selection of music. Fast songs with a bass line that pulsated through your entire body. Those were moments when I really got to see Lana's wild side on the dance floor. And slow songs -- love songs -- when we held each other close, shutting out the rest of the world and just feeling our bodies pressing together as we slowly danced to romantic songs. And I learned just how amazing her body felt against mine.

With the music and the wine, we both loosened up. Our first kiss will be etched into my memory forever. We were dancing slowly, her body moving so sensually with mine, and I whispered in her ear, "If only this moment would last forever...".

Lana lifted her head, and our eyes met. I saw her glance at my lips for a fleeting moment and move her face closer to mine. No words were spoken, we both wanted to kiss. Our lips touched, gently at first. Her lips were soft and moist. I felt the tip of her tongue push tentatively into my mouth, and things heated up quickly from there. Our tongues began dancing and exploring, hungry for the taste and feeling of the other. Lana's mouth was so warm, wet and, yes, inviting. I could taste the wine on her lips. Our French kissing became even more passionate as we became lost in each other. I wrapped my arms around the small of her back and pulled her body even closer to mine. I'm not sure it was still dancing, but we continued moving slowly on the dance floor as our mouths touched in a sensual dance of their own.

That entire night was magical. We drank wine, talked and danced, especially the slow dances. As the wine continued flowing, our conversation and our actions became more sexy with constant flirting. Hands touched arms and legs freely and naturally. There was even a bit of making out at our table. When I drove her home, there was even more in the cramped spaces of my car.

"Sean, I've had a fabulous evening. I'd invite you in, but it's 2 am and I have a soccer game in... let's see... seven hours."

"No problem. And I really enjoyed our evening together too. I really want to see you again."

"I'd like that too, Sean. You've got my number, call me."

She kissed me once more. With the taste of her mouth on my lips, I watched as Lana walked to her door. She opened it with her key, then turned and waved. Man, was I on cloud nine!

Chapter Three

Lana and I had two more dates the next week, one lunch and the other dinner and a movie. Our make out sessions became hotter. Our dinner date ended at her apartment, and by the end I had explored every inch of her fabulous sexy body on the sofa. And she had stroked every inch of my throbbing penis as we both moaned and breathed heavily. But our clothes stayed on, although they were disheveled from the heavy petting. That night I thought about pushing to see if we might take it to the bedroom. But I decided to be patient since things in the sex department were progressing quite nicely as it was. Besides, I really enjoyed Lana's company aside from the sexual component of our developing relationship.

It was Lana who made the suggestion for our third date. There was a car show at the fairgrounds on Saturday, and she asked if I was interested in going. I knew about it and had already considered going, but now the event had become ten times more exciting at the thought of going with Lana.

I picked her up at her apartment a little after 10:30. I knew she would be dressed more casually, but as usual the woman could not help being sexy. She was wearing white Levi's that were tight enough to highlight her gorgeous ass, and a blue and white top that was cut low with narrow straps over the shoulders. The neckline provided an exciting view of the tops of her breasts and a good amount of cleavage, and of course those lovely sexy shoulders I couldn't get enough of.

The car show was in a city about an hour's drive from our town. My 2024 Ferrari 12Cilindri purred like a kitten on the freeway, and we made good time through the countryside. At the car show, we both had a good time, in no hurry, just strolling hand in hand admiring an amazing display of automobiles of every type, including some real classics from yesteryear. Lana amazed me with her knowledge about cars, which I have to say only added to her allure. We spent the entire afternoon there and grabbed a quick bite to eat before heading to my car.

It was entirely predictable that a make out session would begin as soon as we were both seated in the car. We were at the point in our relationship where we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Lana definitely wanted to make out, and I'll blame her for starting it. Right!

It wasn't long after we started before my hand began to slide over the soft, smooth skin of Lana's bare shoulder and upper arm. My lips moved beneath her hair to her ear. She closed her eyes and turned her head, obviously enjoying the ear stimulation. My tongue slowly flicked and licked at her ear before I took her ear lobe in my lips and gently tugged on it.

I was kissing the side of her face and moving down to her neck and collarbone when I felt Lana's hand on the inside of my thigh, sliding up and down over it. My lips went directly back to hers, and we began kissing again like two horny teenagers. Nothing was planned or scripted, we were just doing what came naturally. We were driven by a mutual desire.

Her hand was still on my thigh, sliding ever closer to my groin as her fingers caressed and squeezed my leg. My hand moved up to her face, but then fell down to her neck and collarbone. The light scent of her was driving me crazy with desire, not to mention the feel of my hand on her bare skin. I moved my hand to her breast. I could feel the soft fullness of her tit through the fabric of her dress and bra. Lana moaned. Her hand was only inches from my crotch. While my hand was gently kneading the soft mound and about to gently caress her nipple, I suddenly felt Lana's hand on my penis, now very hard inside my pants.

Her fingers were exploring every inch of my rigid cock. We both were adding fuel to the fire of sexual desire. I knew how I wanted the night to end, but we had made out like this before and we didn't go all the way. I really didn't know whether tonight would be any different.

The 21 year old goddess was driving me wild. More and more people were leaving the car show and walking through the parking lot. The fogged windows were a dead give-away that we weren't playing a game of checkers in the car. I decided I had to break the mood for a less public location.

"Lana, you've got me so damned turned on. God, I'm about to burst into flames."

She took a deep breath and grinned with mischief.

"Who?... Me?"

"Yeah... YOU."

"I'm so happy to hear it," she replied with a sly grin.

"Hey, would you like to go somewhere more private?"

She nodded her agreement.

"Lana, you haven't seen my house yet, would you like to head there as an alternative to this car? It has a beautiful view of the beach which I think you'd love."

"Will I get to see those cars you're so passionate about?" Her grin was so mischievous and beautiful I had to laugh.

"Well, I guess I could trust you in my garage. But talking about passions, do you remember my response on our first date when you asked about my other passions?"

"I think so... wasn't it a passion you had for some woman...?"

I smiled at Lana. I couldn't help smiling, grinning and laughing at her constantly. And her smiles and grins... God! There was just something so alluring about her.

"Not some woman. A very beautiful woman I have the good fortune to be with... tonight."

She smiled and there went my heart again. "I'd love to see the cars in your garage," she responded with a laugh.

"You love to tease me, don't you?" I looked at her with a broad smile.

"Someone has to keep you grounded. I guess it's my burden."

Luckily there were no cops on the highway that night because the speed limit was of little concern to me at the moment. I slowed down once we turned onto the beach highway; the white surf was crashing on the beach and the myriad of lights along the waterfront were romantic. I turned onto my drive and waited for the gate to open. Rather than pull the car into the garage, I decided to pull in front so we could enter through the front door. A bit more dramatic entrance, I thought. Plus we wouldn't get sidetracked with the car collection. I opened Lana's door. As she stepped out, she commented with a little humor in her voice: "A bit more than just a house, I'd say."

Chapter Three

"Can I get you a glass of wine?" I asked Lana once we had passed through the foyer and were in the living area. Large glass windows provided a magnificent view of the beach and beyond.

"I'd love that. Red please."

When I returned with two glasses of wine, we sat close together on the sofa facing the beach. The lights in the room were perfect as was the music playing softly.

I raised my wine glass. "To a beautiful evening with a beautiful charming companion."

"And to a charming host."

We clinked our glasses and sat back to enjoy the ambiance. I put my arm around her shoulders and was ready to pull us closer together when Lana leaned in to me and nuzzled against my shoulder. For a while neither of us said a word, just sipping our wine and enjoying the moment. Her scent filled my nostrils in the most intoxicating way. I didn't even think before kissing the top of her head. I was just so damned happy at the moment. Lana looked up at me and pressed her lips to mine. It wasn't a hungry deep kiss, rather it was our lips touching softly and our tongues dancing lightly.

Our kiss lasted only a moment, and then Lana looked up and spoke softly.

"Can I get a tour of the house?"

Now, I'm not the sharpest guy on the block, but I've been around it enough times to know she wasn't interested in seeing the kitchen or the pantry.

"Sure, absolutely. Why don't we start upstairs on the balcony. The view up there is really breathtaking."

"Sounds perfect."

I really didn't care if we made it to the balcony or not. To get to it, we would be passing through the master bedroom. And I'd be quite content if our tour ended there.

I took Lana's hand and we made our way to the foyer and the staircase. At the top I pointed out several rooms as we passed by, a small movie theater, two guest bedrooms and another living area/office with glass windows facing the ocean. Lana was the perfect guest, making complimentary comments about the rooms as we passed them. As if she was really that interested in the interior design of my house. We arrived at the master bedroom. A large king sized bed dominated the room, and large windows again provided a view of the ocean. I led Lana out onto the balcony. It was a romantic spot to sip wine while enjoying the sight and sound of the ocean at night.

I held Lana's hand as she enjoyed the ambiance the balcony provided. At one point she turned and looked back at the bedroom windows.

"Oh, so you don't put on a nightly show for the ladies out on the beach. One way glass. I was wondering about that, not that I'm a prude or anything."

I looked at her and jokingly said, "how do you know I don't perform for them out here on the balcony?"

"Good point," she replied.

I leaned against the (very secure) railing and pulled Lana close to me. I looked down at her inviting lips and kissed her gently. She was the one who cranked up the heat, so to speak. I felt her tongue passing between my open lips and seeking mine before moving around it in the most sensual way I could imagine. My hands fell to her firm round backside and kneaded her ass with my fingers as I responded with a more heated kiss. For a minute we stood there making out, our hands exploring the other's body freely.

I took Lana's hand and led her back into the bedroom. We stopped beside the bed and turned to face one another. We had a brief make out moment before we looked into each other's eyes. It was clear that desire burned in us both.

"God Lana. You're so beautiful. I mean it. I'm so damned happy to be standing here with you now... right here, tonight. Let me undress you... slowly... one thing at a time. I want to savor this moment with you."

"I want you to, Sean. I can't think of a sexier way to give myself to you."

I didn't waste a second. Reaching behind her back, I slowly pulled the zipper of her top down until it stopped in the small of her back. I lifted it upward over her head and let it drop onto the carpeted floor. My eye was immediately drawn to her breasts, still tucked inside a pink bra, and then fell to a small blue jewel at her navel. I wondered if she had other piercings.

Lana's hands quickly moved to remove my shirt. Starting at the top button, I watched as her fingers unfastened each one. My anticipation was growing. Reaching the bottom, she pulled the shirt tail from my pants and, moving quickly, pushed the shirt off my shoulders and off my arms. I stood bare chested before her. Her hands moved over my chest, pausing momentarily at my nipples to rub them so seductively with her fingertips.

"Will you take off my pants next?" I asked. I wanted to get down to my briefs before I finished stripping her. I lifted one leg, then the other, to remove my shoes and socks. Lana's fingers had already begun working on the buckle of my belt, and then the button and zipper of my pants. Her hands pushed them down my legs. I stepped out of the pants, kicking them aside. Now clad only in my briefs, I sported a bulging erection that was quite visible beneath the fabric. I could see her eyes taking in the view.

I reached for Lana and pulled her to me. I felt her breasts pressing against my chest. She pushed her hips forward; her flat stomach pressed tightly against my penis. This time when our lips met there was a burning hunger and our kiss was passionate, our lips and tongues swirling almost frantically. Oh man... I wanted Lana so badly. I wanted to touch and kiss every part of her naked body. I wanted to taste her pussy, feel myself deep inside her body.

We were still kissing when I reached behind her back to the fasteners of her strapless bra. Unhooking them, I pulled the bra away from her breasts and tossed it aside. I stepped back so I could look at her bare tits. They were as lovely as I had imagined: firm full mounds with hardly any sagging. They stood proudly on her chest. Her areolas were a dark pink, the size of half dollars with a prominent nipple topping each one. My right hand cupped her breast, lifting it, feeling its weight, my fingers pushing into the softness, kneading it gently. Lana moaned softly. I was almost in a trance and said again, for the hundredth time, "God, you're so damn beautiful..." It came out almost in a whisper.

I couldn't resist leaning over to take Lana's nipple in my mouth. The touch of my lips caused her to moan softly, and both of her hands went into my hair, pulling my face closer to her chest. I sucked the tip of her breast into my mouth and caressed the nipple with my tongue, swirling it over the delicate flesh of her areola and flicking at her nipple. In only a few moments I was suckling on her breast, drawing the nipple even deeper into my hungry mouth and rhythmically sucking and releasing as if I was trying to pull milk from it. Lana was sighing and moaning. I felt her kiss the top of my head gently, silently telling me that she loved what I was doing. So I kept enjoying her lovely tits for another minute. I'm a 'breast man' so I could have made love to her boobs for hours, but there were other equally pleasurable things awaiting both of us.

When I pulled my lips from her breast, I immediately moved them back to her face and then her mouth. A few moments of passionate kissing and then it was Lana who broke away. I saw her falling to her knees in front of me, and then her fingers sliding inside the waistband of my briefs. She wasted no time in pulling them down off my hips. I watched the briefs moving downward, and saw my cock pop out and upward as the briefs slid onto my legs. I stepped out of them and in a few seconds felt my lover's hand wrapping around my erect penis.

I was entering heaven when I felt her hand moving up and down the entire length of my cock. Then I felt her soft lips touch the head of my shaft and slide over the sensitive glans. I drew a deep breath. My fingers went to the back of her head, her long hair entwined in them. I closed my eyes and heard myself moan contentedly. I felt her fingers touching my balls and her hand cupping them. The tip of my cock was pressed for a moment against the narrow opening of her throat, but then she moved her head backward until my dick slid from her mouth with a pop. She lifted it, and her tongue sensually touched the underside of my glans and swirled around it. Lana was gifted at sucking cock. At that moment, I could focus on one thing and one thing only -- the things her tongue and hand were doing to my throbbing penis and balls. I opened my eyes. Reaching down, I moved her long dark hair to the side so I could watch her lips sliding up and down, taking in most of my cock. She was both sexy and beautiful beyond words as she made love to my penis. Her mouth was so wet and warm around me, and I was aroused to the limit. So much so that I could have cum in her mouth. But I wanted to cum inside her pussy.

"Lana, I'm going to cum if you keep doing that...". I managed to speak the words despite the level of my arousal being off the charts.

"That's okay, cum in my mouth if you want to."

"That's just it... I want to make love to you before my first orgasm. And when I do cum, I want it to be inside you. I want us to be joined together when it happens."

Lana didn't reply, verbally that is. But the intensely passionate kiss she laid upon me when she rose to her feet said it all.

I leaned over and scooped her up into my arms. I laid her on the bed and then kneeled on it myself. I reached for her sandals and removed them. Lana had already unbuttoned her Levi's. I grabbed the pant legs, pulled them down her shapely legs and off. I tossed them onto the carpet and reached for her pink panties. I could hardly contain myself as I pulled them down her perfect legs and off. The girl of my dreams now lay totally naked on the bed, ready for me to make love to her. God! She was gorgeous! Her face, her long hair, her breasts which were rising and falling as she breathed. And equally beautiful, newly revealed, was a dark well-trimmed bush at the top of her sexy legs. I'm not a guy who likes a shaved pussy, so that neat patch of curly hair was a welcome discovery.

I couldn't wait any longer to get between those lovely thighs. Lana read my body language and opened her legs for me. I laid down between them and, starting just above her knees, began kissing and licking her inner thighs. Her skin was so smooth and tan -- soft and flawless. I could see my ultimate target up between her legs, and that made the journey upward even more exciting. I caressed her legs as I made my way higher. When I arrived at the creases at the top of her legs, I picked up the light scent of her pussy, that distinct smell that only a vagina has. I slid both hands under her firm buttocks and pushed my face into her bush and inhaled deeply. The short curly pubic hair, dark like the hair on her head, brushed my cheeks as I kissed her mons.

My face slid down between her open thighs. Her labia were closed concealing her intimate treasures. I ran my flat tongue over the closed lips, starting at her perineum and slowly licking upward over her slit -- several times. I heard Lana suck in her breath. She was good at giving head, I was just as good at eating pussy. I intended to give her the first orgasm of the night with my face buried between her legs.

I pulled my hands from her ass cheeks, and my fingers separated the delicate folds of her pussy. The pink flesh inside already had a light sheen of moisture. My mouth went first to her clitoral hood. Taking the pink flesh between my lips, I massaged it and moved it sensually with a purpose. The flesh of her moving hood was touching the very sensitive clitoris beneath it. Lana's reaction was more than a moan, and the sounds of her arousal were about to become even louder. I used the tip of my tongue to flick at her clitoris directly with a very light touch and then swirl around it. I spent a bit of time playing with her clit. I felt the nub becoming harder, more erect. I could see that Lana's body was tensing up, I could hear her moans. Her fingers began playing with her nipples, pinching and pulling on them.

I took one of her pussy lips in my mouth. I sucked and kissed that fold, then the other. Her labia were becoming swollen with arousal. I too was becoming increasingly aroused. I knew from the wetness that pre-cum was already leaking from the tip of my cock onto the bed cover.

My tongue slowly slid lower inside her open slit, moving sensually over the pink flesh until I reached her vagina. I used the tip of my tongue to circle around the opening and then rim the entrance with a very slow movement. Then my tongue licked its way seductively back up to Lana's clitoris.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... mmmmmmm" She let out a long sound that was somewhere between a moan and a sigh.

I could tell that Lana was focused totally on the sensations she was feeling between her legs. I saw her spreading her legs a bit more. I flicked at her clitoris several times and swirled my tongue around the erect little nub, pushing it around with the tip, licking it with the flat part.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddd..." Lana's head was moving from side to side, her eyes closed, her fingers grabbing the sheets and squeezing the cloth tightly in her hands. Her entire body was writhing on the bed.

I slowly moved back down to her vagina, making sure I went slowly so she could feel me touching every nerve ending inside her slit. The flesh between the folds were now soaked with her fluids and my saliva; her pussy glistened in the soft light of the room. I rimmed her vaginal opening again, and this time pushed a finger inside. I could feel it was a soft wet paradise inside there. I began finger fucking her as my tongue once again started traveling upward. My free hand reached up and cupped her breast. Somewhat roughly I squeezed the soft tit and played with her nipple.

When I touched her clitoris this time, her cries of pleasure were very loud. Her eyes were still closed tightly. She arched her back in ecstasy and put both hands on the top of my head. It was as if she wanted to bury my entire face in her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddddddddd... Ohhhhhhh... Yesssssssss"

I was going to see if I could find and stroke her G-spot; I wasn't always successful at finding it in my lovers, although I had a pretty good idea where it was supposed to be. I turned my finger so I could curl it upward, and I began gently stroking the flesh at the top of her vagina. After moving my fingertip around a bit, Lana's strong instant reaction told me I had found it.

"OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... OHHHHHH GODDDDDDDD... YESSSSSSS... YESSSSS... FUCKKKK YESSSSS"

Lana's entire body tensed up as she cried out. She clamped her thighs tightly on the sides of my head. I felt like I was on a bucking bronco, but I held on as she rode out her first orgasm. I could tell it was intense from her cries of ecstasy and her body movements. Then her body seemed to relax somewhat for a very brief moment. But I was continuing to gently play with her pussy, and another orgasm surged through her again. Her body tensed for a second time, and she cried out. I could see and feel her second orgasm. When it passed, she reached down and grabbed my shoulders.

"Come here..." Lana said in a slightly husky voice. "Come here... I fucking want you inside me."

She wanted my dick and she wanted it badly. And I wanted to put it inside her lovely body just as much as she wanted it.

I slid upward, stopping briefly to kiss and suck her nipples which were hard like little pebbles. When our faces were close, her lips latched onto mine and our tongues began dueling again. We were like two horny animals consumed by lust.

I reached down between us and guided my penis to her very slick folds. I pushed the tip between her labia, and moved the head up and down inside her slit, rubbing over her clitoris and then sliding downward. I felt the very tip of my cock sink into her vaginal opening. We both gasped at the feeling of our genitals finally touching. Lana's hands moved down over my back and came to rest on my ass. She pushed on my ass as if she wanted to hurry me along. As in, "bury that cock inside me... now!"

We looked into each other's eyes as my hard penis pushed inside her slowly. I wanted to feel every inch of her intoxicating cunt. Moving deeper into her vagina was like entering the most wonderful place imaginable. So soft, so wet, so slippery. I was surrounded by the warmth of her insides, and I felt so close to her physically and emotionally. We were sharing something so intimate and special.

My cock bottomed out inside her with our groins pressed together. I thought I felt the tip of my shaft pressing into her cervix, but she didn't winch or show pain, so I didn't know for sure. But just the thought of being that deep inside Lana's body was a huge turn on for me. With my dick motionless, feeling the walls of her soft cunt around me, I kissed her. It wasn't a deeply passionate kiss, rather a more gentle meeting of our lips and tongues. A fuck sometimes can be nothing more than a fuck, a physical act of sex. But with Lana, it felt like much more. Yes, physically it was mind blowing, but it was also like we had become one soul.

I began moving inside her, pulling my cock back until only my glans remained inside, then slowly pushing back inside her pussy. I could feel the contours of Lana's vagina despite the lubrication that allowed such easy sliding. It was pure heaven fucking this beautiful woman.

"God, you feel so good inside me," she murmured. "I can feel your cock so deep inside my pussy."

"Lana, it's your pussy that feels so amazing... just being inside you.. making love to you..."

Lana lifted her legs and pulled them back so her knees were touching her breasts, curving her spine slightly and lifting her pussy upward for deeper penetration. I began fucking her harder and as deep as physically possible. She bucked her hips upward, syncing her moves with my thrusts into her. We both were moaning and grunting, our eyes still locked together. Our bodies were beginning to perspire from the physical exertion.

I wanted the experience to last forever, but sadly men are not built that way. I could feel the beginning of an orgasm coming over me. I tried thinking of things not connected to sex in any way. Once or twice I slowed down and almost stopped.

"Lana, I don't want this to end. But I'm close to cumming. I don't want to... trust me..."

"Don't try to hold back," she told me. "There'll be more times tonight... as many as you're up for."

I still didn't want it to end, but I knew it was inevitable. I looked deeper into Lana's beautiful green eyes and started fucking her faster. It seemed I was focused on one thing only... the feeling of my cock sliding inside this magical place, inside the body of this enchanting young woman.

Suddenly my orgasm was upon me, and I didn't try to hold back. I pushed my penis as deep into Lana as I could, threw my head back and groaned. I felt the first spurt of semen flying from my cock, then a second, and finally a third. I collapsed atop Lana's body, supporting my upper body with my elbows so as not to crush her beneath me. My head was beside hers, touching. I was breathing heavily, still buried inside her.

It took me a moment to recover. Lana was kissing the side of my face, neck and shoulders and that speeded up my recovery. I turned my head and she kissed my lips in a loving way. My cock had been becoming flaccid. Eventually it just fell out of her pussy with no fanfare.

"You're quite the lover, Sean," she said with a grin. "You know, that was the first real orgasm I've had in almost six months. I mean, other than compliments of my magic wand and fingers. And a vivid imagination." She laughed. "I prefer you."

"You poor girl... I can't let you suffer through that again." My grin was wide with a tint of mischief.

"I'd like that, Sean... very much." Once again her smile melted me.

We spent some time cuddling and talking, enjoying being together in those post sex moments. Caressing and exploring each other's naked bodies. Once again, I couldn't help thinking, 'This woman is a goddess.'

Epilogue

Lana and I were like rabbits on aphrodisiacs the rest of that evening, fucking, sucking and eating in just about every conceivable position. As dawn approached we fell asleep in one another's arms and slept until almost noon. I asked her to spend the rest of the weekend with me, and I felt sheer happiness when she agreed. We worked in a few nonsexual activities over the weekend, like food, drink, a movie in the home theater, and yes, she did get to see the 22 cars in the garage. But the majority of our time was spent in bed. We never put our clothes back on until late Sunday night when I drove Lana home.

I thought about how lucky I had been to meet such a special woman. I felt a bit creepy at the way I had hidden out in the club lobby and then executed our encounter at the door. But I was damned glad it had worked. When I told Lana about how I had planned our 'chance meeting,' she grinned and called me a 'creepy pervert.' But she thanked me for my creepy effort at meeting her.

Six months later, we are a real couple in a monogamous relationship, and the fire still burns. We've talked about marriage and agree that one day we both want it to happen. But for now we are content with our relationship the way it is. And her smile can still turn my legs to jelly.