She was just about to step into the shower when the phone rang. "Hey, he's here early" came her girlfriends voice on the line.
"I was just getting into the shower, I thought it would take him at least another hour to get down here." She replied. She had been waiting months for this. Wanting to see him in person, only having rare conversations, on-line chit-chat. Now he was here, in her town...not ten minutes away. She wanted to be ready. Had picked her outfit carefully along with her makeup and perfume. She wanted him to have a good impression. After all, they were close, and the hint of becoming closer.........intimately closer, had teased and taunted their conversations,often. She hung up the phone and ran to change the music on the computer. Noticing the time, she knew it would take her atleast an hour to get ready. She finally climbed into the shower turning up the heat. She needed the warmth to relax her nervousness. She poured the scented gel into her hands and lathered her legs, one then the other, carefully shaving high to her thighs, and beyond. She poured more gel and ran her hands over her body,working it into a lather. She reached for the loofah and scrubbed herself sensitively pink. She moaned out loud with the sting and caress of the water pulsing over her. She reached down between her thighs and grazed the sensitive spot there. The jewelry that adorned that spot, adding to the pleasure. She had that momentary urge to satisfy the growing sensations there, but knew that she was desparately running out of time. She thought she smelled something familiar, but it was not the first time and chalked it up to her phantom friend who visited her, often in the shower, or in her dreams, these days. She reluctantly turned off the water and reached thru the curtain to grab the towel she had laid across her sink, wiping the last droplets from her eyes. It was an instantaneous alertness that she was not alone. She grabbed the curtain and wrapped it around her as she pulled the towel out of the hand that held it out to her. "Thought maybe you might want someone to scrub your back!" came the voice. She peeked around her covering to see the smiling face of the man she had seen in her dreams a thousand times. His eyes sparkled with the impish spirit she had grown to love the most about him. She didn't get the first word out before he was closing the distance between them. He took the towel from her and opening it, draped it around her back. "but since i am too late for that," he began as he gently pulled the curtain away, "I can help dry you off, .............so you don't catch cold." He turned her around to dry her back and she gasped as his mouth softly touched the back of her neck. "You smell lovely." he said as his tongue glided down her spine to the place between her shoulder blades. (How does he know where to touch me?) she wondered. He sucked the water droplets from each shoulder, "you taste lovely, too." Her blood was pulsing in her ears. She hadn't even imagined that their first meeting would be like this. She should have felt nervous and embarrassed, but she didn't. She felt like melting into him, and as the thought ran through her brain she leaned back into him. He enfolded her into his arms and nuzzled her ear and jaw. She threw her head back allowing him access to the hollow of her neck. He bit lightly and she almost lost her footing, but he held her firmly. "Let's take this into the other room, first things, first" he suggested. She stepped backwards out of the tub as she let him guide her to her bedroom. She had all of her things laid out and ready, but he swept them aside. Only then did he let her turn around to face him. When she did she moved her arms to encircle his neck, to run her hands through his hair and her mouth to kiss and nip at his collar-bone. She looked into his eyes and he captured her there before he bent to kiss her. His tongue slipped between her lips and into her waiting mouth. Their probing and playing in eachothers, and both seemed reluctant to stop the exploration as they learned more about the other. He carefully laid her back on the bed and tried to remove the towel still wrapped around her. She protested, telling him that she thought she was ugly and didn't want him to see her this way. "Trust me, " he said and she did. He opend the sheet between them as he kissed from her neck, between her breasts down to her belly button. He kissed the scars of her life as if to heal them. She could hardly bare the exquisite heat that he produced with every fiery flick of his tongue, and she didn't think that it could get any better untill he reached her inner thighs. She heard the scream of pleasure but took a moment to realise that it was her own voice. His mouth knew her. Knew exactly where, how, .....how much pressure.........how much devotion to one spot or the other. But she thought she was going to be totally consumed by the pleasures he was inflicting, until his mouth taunted the pink lips between her legs. He parted them as he did her mouth and his tongue darted in the same exploration as it had before, but this time he brought her to the edge extasy and insanity all in one hot lick. She felt his hands move from her and tried to follow them down to his shoulders, but he grabbed them firmly to place them up toward her head. She wanted to touch him but he would have none of that.....yet. He had found her pantyhose and wrapped them around her wrists, smiling, searching her eyes. She started to struggle, but he kissed her gently and then deeply, as he looped the nylon around the headpost of her bed. She didn't resist. She watched him through half closed eyes as he stripped his clothes away. Revealing the ripple of muscles down his chest and stomach, still beautiful, for his age. Following the trail to his, already straining member. He ran his hands over her body and caressed each breast, rolling each nipple between nimble fingers. He trailed down the length of her waist, over her ample hips and let his thumbs come to rest on the oyster of her passion. And her crotch wept with the joy of it. She arched her back, inviting him to her. Instead he moved his body next to her face so that she could take him in her mouth. As she did she felt him tense and heard him groan from the attention her tongue gave him. He once again moved his mouth down the curvature of her body to complete the atrological sign of the crab. She wanted to cry from the sheer wonder of it. She tried to concentrate on what she could give back to him, but it was becoming difficult as she felt her body giving way to the uncontrollable. He stopped at that moment and moved away from her, turning his body around to lie at her side, face to face. He propped himself up on one elbo and slipped the other hand between her legs to take over where his tongue had left off. He bent to kiss her and she moaned into his mouth, as he slipped one finger into her. Her muscles gripped and tugged at him as she reached the pinnacle of climax. She needed to breathe, but he covered her mouth with his and she finally gave herself over to let him breathe for the both of them. A sensation she had never felt before, but one that conceded perfect trust. He moved over her, parting her legs with his hand as he retrieved it. As he kissed her mouth and moved to enter her she took his hand, that just came from her to hold between their kiss. Their tongues rolled and lapped and sucked as their passion mounted to a fevered pitch. They rocked and moved with eachother until he could no longer hold back and she felt him explode within her. Filling her with such pleasure and release of her own. As waves of pleasure pulsed and washed over them he kissed her and held her tight under her shoulders. He slipped the bonds of nylon from her wrists so she could run her hands and nails over his back before all the sensations could subside. He shuddered and she felt him pulse the last vestage of desire into her. she lay beneath him sated....pleasured...and happy. He looked down into her glistening eyes and moved a tendril of her red hair from her face...."Hello, Darling......"

*i know that this is not poetry, but one of my girlfriends challenged me to write an erotic piece with out the flowery rhyme. i know it's a bit long, and it should have gone under stories...but i wanted my friends to give me some feedback. if you think it holds up..it may be marketable. only i will go back to my pen name.
hugs and love, always.....k