A mutual love of kissing - Part 1

I was trawling through profiles one evening when hers caught my eye. Slightly older than me, but with a figure that women half her age would envy. What drew me in most wasn’t just her body — it was her craving for a deep intellectual connection built on honesty, trust, and vulnerability, and her very specific desire: not a want, but a need — for slow, passionate kissing.

I messaged her straight away, sharing how much her words resonated with me. I told her I wasn’t into rushed hookups, that real chemistry mattered, and that I too was addicted to long, sensual kisses.

To my delight, she replied quickly. What followed was a few days of flirty, meaningful conversation that felt like reconnecting with someone I’d known forever. We shared stories, discussed our desires and limits, swapped cheeky photos, and uncovered mutual experiences that pulled us even closer. Her mind turned me on as much as her body. She wasn’t after a quick fuck; she wanted slow heat, a build-up, anticipation thick enough to drown in. So was I. It honestly felt like conversing with a lover I had known for years rather than someone I hadn’t even met in person yet.

After a couple of days of getting to know each other, we decided to meet for a midweek coffee and see if the vibe was there in person. The day we agreed to meet was a beautiful summer's day — sunny, warm without being too hot — perfect for sitting outside in the alfresco dining. The army drilled into me that if you aren’t five minutes early, you are late, so as I arrived a bit early, I was pleasantly surprised to see a gorgeous woman making eye contact and waving at me with a mischievous smile.

Her pictures hadn’t done her justice. Her natural beauty was disarming — no makeup, just radiant skin, captivating blue eyes hidden behind very stylish glasses, and a smile that lit up her entire face. She wore loose-fitting jeans and a blouse that concealed more than they revealed, but I already knew the amazing body that was hidden underneath. Womanly curves with an ass perfect for grabbing from behind or spanking, breasts full and pert with tantalizing nipples I’d fantasized about teasing with my tongue and having in my mouth.

I am naturally introverted, so first meetings can be a bit nerve-wracking, yet with this woman, I felt a sense of ease and comfort in her company that made it very easy and relaxed to spend time with her. My sciatica was flaring up on the day we met, and she regularly asked if I was comfortable — not in a mothering way, but with genuine care and concern — checking in on me, gently touching my arm when she laughed, showing the kind of tenderness that made me melt. Her empathy and kindness shone through in a way that warmed my heart and made me realise that she was a genuine person with a beautiful heart.

After a couple of hours chatting, flirting, and laughing, it was time for us to go our separate ways. We walked to my car, and as we said our goodbyes, she leaned in and kissed me. Not a polite peck, but a slow, deliberate kiss.

My heart was racing, and I could feel myself getting more and more turned on as our tongues slowly explored each other’s mouths. We said our goodbyes a number of times before pulling each other back in for one more mind-blowing kiss. As she turned to leave, I hugged her from behind and told her how much I had enjoyed getting to know her. Completely forgetting we were in public, or letting my desire take over, my hands caressed one of her ample breasts before cheekily rubbing the inside of her thigh and up over her groin. Her soft moans and her pushing her perfectly round ass back into my rock-hard cock drove me absolutely wild. We literally had to peel ourselves away from each other and go our separate ways.

That night, we couldn’t stop messaging — both buzzing from the magnetic pull we’d discovered and how turned on we both were at the lingering kisses we shared and my hands cheekily exploring her body in public. I half-joked that if my back weren’t killing me, I’d book a hotel the next day so we could continue what we started. She cheekily replied, “You could just lay back and I’d take care of you — in every sense.” That was it. I gave in to temptation and immediately booked something.

The following morning I woke in pain and contemplated rain-checking our rendezvous. There was no way I wasn’t going to meet with her, and so I managed to get myself dressed and headed to the hotel. Upon arrival, she was waiting in the lobby — stunning in a floral sundress, glasses swapped for contacts, and just a glimpse of the purple lingerie I’d seen in her photos. I stood for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. I couldn’t believe this sensual goddess was here for me, and I would soon be enjoying every inch of her body.

She looked tense or even angry, and I wondered if my late arrival had upset her. After giving her a hug and a kiss hello, I asked her if everything was alright. She put on a smile and said it was sweet I could tell something was up and that she was a bit stressed, as her dad was picking her child up from school but there had been a miscommunication about times and she couldn’t get hold of him.

We made our way upstairs to a simple, clean room. Thankfully, a call came through, things were sorted with her dad, and I watched the tension melt from her shoulders. Relief washed over her — and then, something more primal took its place. Sitting on the bed, we talked — something we could do endlessly — until she moved onto my lap, straddling me, and kissed me like she had in the car park... only hungrier. I grabbed her delicious ass and ground my cock against her until I couldn’t take it anymore. I found the zipper on her dress and slid it down, revealing that sultry purple lingerie. Her nipples were already hard, straining against the see-through fabric.

I kissed her deeply, my hand sliding inside her bra to cup her breast, teasing her nipple until she moaned into my mouth. I then unclasped her bra in one swift motion and lowered my lips to her chest, exploring her with tongue and mouth as she writhed under my touch, grinding harder and harder into my cock.

“I think you’re overdressed,” she whispered.

I smiled, laid her back on the bed, and stripped down to my boxers. I positioned her so her legs hung off the bed, then began a slow trail of kisses — from her neck to her inner thighs — deliberately avoiding the spot I knew she was aching for. Her body trembled when I grazed her clit with a finger. She arched into my touch, silently begging for more. Her gorgeous blue eyes locked with mine as I slid off her g-string, slowly revealing her soaked, glistening pussy, and the way she softly bit her bottom lip drove me wild.

Now fully naked, I spread her legs wider and went back to kissing her stomach, inner thighs, and all around her pussy — teasing her with what was about to come. I kissed and gently flicked her clit with my tongue, and then tasted the wetness of her pussy. She grabbed the back of my head, urging me not to stop. Her moans were divine. I slipped two fingers inside her, fingering her with a come-hither motion while my tongue flicked and sucked her clit in rhythm.

I get off on giving oral sex to a receptive woman, and I loved how responsive she was — her body twisting, her moans getting louder, her hips lifting to meet my mouth. I edged her over and over, each time pulling back just before she reached the point of no return. Finally, she couldn’t take it. Her hand grabbed the back of my head and held me there as she came hard, her thighs shaking, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, and her juices flooding my tongue. I drank her in like she was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted.

Still breathless, she pushed me onto the bed and tore off my boxers, admiring my rock-hard cock before coming to kiss me and taste her pussy juices on my mouth. She then began kissing her way down my body with this amazing, soft swirl of her tongue. By the time she reached my cock, it was literally throbbing with each heartbeat, and I couldn’t wait to feel her warm mouth wrapped around it.

She started gently licking my balls, the base and shaft of my cock, before teasing the tip with her tongue, and then in one swift motion, taking all of me deep in her mouth. It was the most magical feeling, and seeing her bright blue eyes looking up at me, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth as I held her hair off her face, was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen in my life. This woman is a goddess, and I was savouring every moment of this thoroughly wicked encounter.

I am on antidepressants, which usually mean I can’t come, so after about ten minutes of the most mind-blowing head I’ve ever received, I begged her to let me fuck her. She seemed to be enjoying herself even more than me and only reluctantly agreed.

I moved her up the bed into missionary, kissing her with a passion that said I didn’t just want but needed to fuck her right then and there. She reached down and guided my cock inside her, the tightness of her pussy feeling absolutely amazing as I just teased her with the tip, in and out with slow strokes. My teasing was never going to last long, as I was desperate to be deep inside her — but she took control anyway, grabbing my ass, raising her hips slightly, and pulling me all the way into her soaking wet but very tight pussy.

We fucked in missionary for a while before my sore back necessitated a change of position — her lying on her side in the bed with me behind her. My hands were able to explore every inch of her body, playing with both her nipples and clit and driving her absolutely wild. Her hips ground back into me, desperate to take every last inch of me inside her. The noises coming from her now were raw and full of desire.

.....continued in Part 2.