The first day of the rest of my life...

I met the girl I thought was the love of my life on the other side of the world, I mean, the antipodean of the country in which I live. Can you imagine the magnitude of that? On the first day we saw each other and boom, instant connexion. On the second and third day we talked, not much, mind you…we were in a group and the social awkwardness of it all was still a bit undermining our obvious desire for each other. Because we were there for a mere twenty days, I had to push myself and gained the courage to subtly mutter on one of our innocent conversations something like…

- “I feel a connexion with you…”

She uttered smilling with a mist of surprise...

- “I thought I was direct, but you beat me to the punch… but I also feel it”

It took one more day for us to make our love happen, and it was magical. We were travelling by van all day, “coincidently” we were both on the back seat alone and throughout the voyage, I kept approaching her, our hands almost touching. My God, I wanted to hold her hand so much. Half an hour before the journey came to an end, she touched my arm and caress it, like she was feeling my longing for her.

I felt so happy on that couple of seconds our hands touched. I couldn’t leave it all like that, so I hold her hand, and in the back of the van, in the dark of some road, I putted my hand on her face, gently turned her towards me, and I kissed her on the lips, our tongues slightly touched. What a beautiful shy first kiss… She was embarrassed, but I couldn’t help myself, I felt she would was my present and my future. I wanted to show her I was worthy of her love.

The journey just turned into a magical thing, only seen in movies and rarely believed. On the next day, we went sightseeing the city by ourselves. She told me that she had conflicting feelings due to some ill resolved drama some months ago, but a kiss might help her decide, so this time, she kissed me. Her lips and tongue were so soft and tender, not forcing, biting on the right time, breathing into each other’s mouths in perfect sync. One thing that is quite important to me in a relationship is the kiss. I love to kiss…

The days that followed whenever we could we stole each other kisses… Little moments that I will always cherish. I remember each … little … moment … The days passed, no matter how I wanted them not to. In the last day, we manage to stay one more day by ourselves, our first night together. I did not know much what to expect, of course I wanted her in many ways, but I also did not want to lose her. We have all the time in the world to explore each other’s body and engage in heavy love making beautiful sex, why pressure love?

She was wearing panties underneath a very light pajamas pants and a t-shirt, me in boxers. It was a very hot country, and the ac was on. We turned to each other on the bed, and kissed for quite long time, but it felt so good and right. We went to sleep, but of course, I hardly closed my eyes… I think that we both wanted to, but were so tired that we might ruin it, or maybe I was just afraid to lose her by pushing things.

In the morning, I woke her up with wet kisses on her shoulder, cheek, ear lobe and then lips, I started exploring her body with care, being very alert to any sign that I might go too far. It was like a very long massage, but I loved every minute of it…Her arms, the side of her belly, then up, caressing the side of her breasts, then down and up again…I felt her getting more turned on, light sighs of pleasure. Finally tooke her t-shirt off and felt her breasts. Damn, they fit on my hands just right, perky, hard, her nipples were puffy and engorged, and I sucked on them not hard, can’t risk hurting her.

It’s my first time touching the woman of my dreams, must tread light. Anyway, I was decided to give her pleasure, showing her that I was only thinking of her. I let my hand go down to her pussy, felt her wetness. It is for me such a turn on, to feel her wet, letting me know that she’s ready for me, but I continued to masturbate her with my fingers and kissing her on the lips while holding her tight. Must make her cum… I was losing my mind with her, want to taste her, so I got on my knees and started pulling her panties down, only for them to get caught on the damn pajamas, but still, I bent down and started kissing the top of her triangle, very light patches of pubic hair, my tongue slight touched her clitoris, did not want to stop, but alas, she pulled me up, and we kissed again. I was distraught, did I go too far? We also had little time because we were going to catch the plane to go home in a little while, maybe it was just that, but I had to say something. The ride to the airport felt weird, but when we got there I told her…

- “I’m so sorry for going too far, I could not help myself. You are very important to me, I don’t want to lose you over this.”

She smiles, said not to worry, we hugged and kissed. We were next to each other on the plane and I often kissed her and held her against me. It felt like the first day of the rest of my life.

This happened, and I will continue my life episode soon some other day...