We thought it would never happen...

This is a fantasy story, originally written for, shared with, and partially supplemented by another RHP member.

“My shyness is coming back full force,” she says.

“Your shyness?” I query. “Or did you say your highness?”

“Ha ha,” she replies. “If I was high I would not be shy,” she says, a little smirk crossing her face. It makes me smile too.

“Well perhaps I should take your hand gently in mine and take you into the hotel room. What do you think?” I ask.

“I think that’s a great idea,” she says.

We travel silently up in the lift, watching the floor numbers rise, hand in hand but lost in our own thoughts. We have been chatting online for ages, but have never previously met…indeed I never thought we would, and I suspect that she didn’t either. A fact of our different life situations.

“I know it’s a bit dimly lit in here, but it lets us you see the city lights arranged out before us like a sparkling canvas,” I say, as we enter my room.

“It’s beautiful in here,” she replies. "Perhaps I should have dressed up."

“You look just lovely the way you are dressed,” I say. Her attire is simple but elegant, tailored. Nothing expensive or overtly sexy – a beautiful gift does not need fancy wrapping after all. “The soft light compliments your softness of spirit,” I say.

I slide my arm around her waist as we stand quietly and look out at the lights.

“I’m so very glad I found a person like you, my lioness,” I say, using a pet name developed through hours upon hours of chat.

She leans her head against my shoulder. “Me too, my grand old oak tree,” she replies in kind.

I squeeze her waist and pull her a bit closer, kissing the top of her head. I feel ecstatic that she has done exactly what I had hoped for: that is relaxing into me. She nuzzles her face into my neck, and tries to hide her growing blush. I’m not sure how long we stand there, feeling each other breathing, watching the lights, calm flooding through me and, I hope, her. Calm, but with an undercurrent of excitement and nerves.

“You don’t have to say anything my lioness,” I say to her. “Not if you don’t want to. We can just experience. You can just experience.”

She glances up at me, I push the bang away from her beautiful blue eyes. Watching those eyes intently, as she seems to be watching mine.

I lean down and kiss her gently on the lips. Our first kiss. My heart is racing now. ‘Don’t ruin this’, I say to myself. This circumstance is complicated in reality, but feels so simple. Natural. Our lips don’t break, and nor does our gaze.

“You're precious, my lioness,” I say. “Precious and delicate. I need to know you’re okay with this,” I say as we take a breath. “It’s all about you and what you want, so please let me know how you want to proceed; if you want to proceed,” I whisper, hoping for a positive confirmation but respecting her choices without question.

“I’m more than okay with this, my love,” she whispers to me. “It’s not all about me, it’s about us. I want you to do what feels natural to you.”

“You are sweet and wise,” I say and then I do what feels natural: gently reposition so we are facing each other directly, I place a hand on each side of her, draw her closer, and kiss her again. This time with more lust, with more force but not aggressively so. My arms slide around her, embracing her, holding her against me. There is no need, she doesn’t resist, I just want to hold her close and kiss her in person the way we have sent kisses online. To kiss, and kiss, and kiss.

“I can’t help but smile into these kisses,” she says, giggling in the most endearing way.

I love the look of happiness in her eyes, and on her face. Her giggling is infectious. It feels so good to be lost in happiness, to be in some way the source of her joy.

“We are some kind of pair aren’t we?” I say. “A lioness and an old tree.”

“Ha ha,” she giggles. “An unlikely pair but still perfect in our own way,” she says. My heart fills that little bit more.

“Yes perfect,” I say, “this is perfect except for one thing…” I add, trailing off.

She arches an eyebrow. A carefully, carefully constructed brow. She knows me well enough not to take the verbal bait. She waits, like a lioness, ready to pounce.

“There’s a perfectly good bed going to waste,” I say, explaining myself.

She pushes back a little from me. Perhaps I have gone too far, too fast.

“Oh really?” she says, her hands against my chest. And then she pushes me onto the bed. I’m somewhat surprised, but most certainly delighted, by her playfulness and her assertiveness. “I’ve got plans for you my old oak tree,” she says.

Excitement runs through my entire body and she climbs onto the bed beside me, tracing a finger up my body.

“Oh yes I have plans for you,” she purrs.

“And what might those be?” I ask, breathless for an answer.

“Sssshhhh Mr. Just be sure that I have a plan for you,” she says pressing a finger to my lips as another one traces the (by now) very obvious erection in my pants. “Now is the time for action, not words… and for me to check on all those wild claims you made in chat,” she says.

We laugh as she slowly lowers the zip down, and leans in for a kiss. There have been no bold claims on my behalf…we both know that self-deprecating is far more style. My hands caress her face, the back of my finger running gently down her cheek and neck, then tracing to the intersection of her neck line and breast. I find a button.

“It’s much too warm in here for your jacket,” I say, slowly beginning to unbutton her outer layer as she loosens my belt.

I roll onto my side as does she, facing each other and slowly undressing each other, kissing all the time. Watching each other‘s reactions, feeling for them in the movement of our bodies, and the pace of our breath. I can feel that she’s getting excited just as I am. I slide a hand onto her breast, feel the beautiful weight for the first time, and brush the erect nipple, gently teasing it with my palm, my fingertips. She sighs. I blush.

I’m so unsure of myself but sure that I want to make her happy. No, more than happy. I want to make her feel amazing, not just for her but because I know that will make me feel likewise. She has my pants undone now and she’s squeezing my arse through my underwear, running her hand around to the front and squeezing my shaft.

“So this is the trunk you promised,” she whispers, giggling.

“That’s what I was about to say my love,” I retort.

And then the inevitable problem arises….

To be continued if people wish…let me know through comments