Martin - the new internet acquaintance

I don't really remember how it all started. On a rather cold and rainy evening, my curiosity drove me into a chat room. After many strange chat partners, I was about to leave again when I bumped into Martin. We quickly realized that we were not only about the same age, but also that we only lived a few kilometers apart. With his pleasant and likeable manner, he very quickly got me involved in a long conversation and when we said goodbye after four hours, I just hoped that he would actually get in touch with me, at least by email. This hope was fulfilled a few days later and we continued to exchange pleasantries by email. In one of them, for example, he described his favorite way to kiss a woman and I smiled quietly to myself as I read it. Our correspondence developed a kind of momentum of its own, our descriptions became more detailed and my curiosity grew from email to email.

Two weeks ago, we arranged to chat again and it was just as fun and sparkling as the first time when he suddenly asked me for my phone number. I don't normally give it out to a stranger so quickly, but something about his manner appealed to me so much that I wanted to hear his voice and finally gave in. And his voice was exactly as I expected: funny, erotic and it gave me goose bumps. The phone call lasted almost two hours and I had trouble falling asleep afterwards, waking up constantly and even dreaming of that voice.

It became a kind of daily routine to talk on the phone before going to bed, and every morning he woke me up with a cheerful text message - a very pleasant way to be woken up, by the way. And so it was predictable that Martin would invite me to dinner one day.

My curiosity was now piqued, I wanted to be able to match the voice on the phone and the words on the PC to a person. When Friday evening finally arrived, I stood nervously in front of my closet, overwhelmed by the question of what I wanted to wear to this meeting. I decided on black trousers, a top and a light cardigan in case it got a bit chilly. The black shoes made me stand a few centimetres taller, as according to him, he should be a good deal taller than me. I looked at myself in the mirror with satisfaction and took a deep breath when the doorbell rang. He was right on time and when I opened the door, two bright blue eyes looked at me. I could tell he was embarrassed by his smile, but in keeping with his charming nature, he had brought a large bouquet of sunflowers - my favorite. Our first date was a complete success. The evening just flew by and there wasn't even an awkward silence where we had nothing more to say to each other. The initial shyness disappeared as soon as we got into his car and when we walked back to the parking lot after dinner, he took my hand as a matter of course. As I had feared, it really was getting a little chilly and when he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me a little closer to him, I gratefully let his body warm me.

When we arrived at my front door, however, he made no move to come inside. I was already slightly disappointed, I didn't want the evening to end yet, when he leaned down and gently touched my lips. They felt soft and when there was no protest from me, he put an arm around my hips and pulled me closer to him, his lips still on my mouth. The kiss was exactly as described in his email: First he ran his tongue along my lips, pushing himself tenderly between them and when I opened my mouth a tiny bit, he pushed it in demandingly. I don't remember how long this kiss lasted, but at some point he grabbed my long, dark hair with his right hand and pushed it to one side. He caressed my neck with his lips and tongue, biting into it gently so that he elicited a soft moan from me. When he reached my earlobe, I voluntarily laid my head on that side and pressed myself very close to him. While he continued to pamper my neck and earlobe, I stroked along his back with both hands, traced his spine with my fingernails and realized with pleasure that he liked it. I was all the more surprised when he suddenly pulled away from me, smiled and wished me a good night and disappeared into the darkness. I stood there still amazed and then went back to my apartment. I thought about his behavior all night and fell asleep with a very uneasy feeling in my stomach.

Normally, this kind of behavior didn't mean anything good, so I was all the more pleased to discover in the morning that he hadn't forgotten me, because a soft beep from my cell phone indicated that I had received my good morning text message. That's how the next week went, we wrote emails, talked a lot on the phone and arranged to go to the movies the following Saturday. When choosing my clothes on Saturday evening, I had already decided that I wasn't going to let him disappear so easily this time. I chose my white lace underwear, a long skirt and a white blouse. He had once mentioned his preference for skirts in one of his emails and I decided to put this knowledge to good use. I wore my hair down as usual and, fortunately, it fell over my shoulders in light curls today. Once again, I had a pleasant tingling sensation in my stomach and had to take a deep breath before I drove to the movie theater. This evening was also fun and relaxed and when I got home, I plucked up all my courage: "Would you like another cup of coffee?" I asked him with a smile and got the answer I was hoping for. While I poured us both a hot cup of coffee, he looked around my apartment curiously. "You're an incredibly interesting woman," he remarked and approached me, looking me in the eye without interruption. I had to swallow noticeably, his gaze made me a little nervous and as if I had suspected - or hoped - he leaned down and gently touched my lips. As with our first kiss, he began to play gently and carefully with my tongue and then explored my mouth in a demanding manner.

His eyes shone with lust and excitement ...

There was something incredibly romantic about the situation. We had a full moon shining its light right through my living room window, his kiss tasting so good again, when the ringing of his cell phone interrupted us and we let go of each other, startled. Annoyed, Martin broke away from me and gave me a guilty look. He cleared his throat and took the call, but didn't stop running his hands through my hair and over my neck. Grinning, he hugged me and pulled me towards the kitchen chair to sit on his lap. I laughed softly and wanted to get up and protest, but I hadn't reckoned with his determination as he held me tightly and began to stroke me sideways. His eyes shone with lust and excitement and I finally gave in and stayed seated. By now I knew how this evening would end. The whole time we looked into each other's eyes, I ran both hands through his hair while he continued to stroke me gently and, as if by chance, touched my breasts.

I pressed my pelvis a little more firmly into his lap and I was pleased to notice that his voice became a little deeper and he had trouble concentrating on the phone call. It was a very important phone call, judging by the way the words flowed, and after a passionate kiss had just failed to materialize, I leaned down and licked along his neck with my tongue, nibbling lightly. He nervously took two fingers and stroked my cheek, grabbed me by the chin and pulled me close so that he could look at me. His demanding gaze excited me insanely and my desire for him grew ever greater. "Don't stop," he formed with his mouth. Smirking, I stood up and left him sitting on the chair in amazement.

Standing with my back to him, I started to undo the buttons of my blouse when I felt Martin's warm body behind me. I felt his hand rest on the back of my neck, slowly running a finger down my spine, causing quite a whirl of sensation: the goosebumps running down my spine, the throbbing between my legs and the horny feeling on my nipples. I turned to face him and saw the desire in his eyes. He helped me out of my blouse and looked at my breasts, which to my delight looked very seductive in the white lace bra. His eyes wandered down to my stomach and at that moment I had a daring idea: I slowly undid his shirt buttons and started kissing his neck, running my tongue along his chest and squatting down. When I reached his waistband, I elicited a soft moan from him.

I quickly undid the belt and button and got down on my knees in front of him. I carelessly pushed my skirt up. Apparently he had also decided to do more today, as he was wearing seductive-looking boxer shorts, which I grinned and took off along with his pants. His excitement and lust was obvious. I could feel his gaze as I ran the tip of my tongue over his glans and circled it, gripped his shapely bottom with both hands and stroked along his thighs. The whole time I was looking him in the eye and by now his conversation partner should have noticed that Martin was busy and disturbing: his voice had taken on a hoarse tone and he seemed to be out of it - no wonder, given the sight that presented itself to him.

Martin was at my mercy

I had started to encircle his penis with my lips. I enjoyed having him at my mercy like this and didn't stop alternately licking his penis or taking him inside me. Martin's hand was on the back of my head the whole time and as he couldn't possibly moan out loud at the moment, he pressed me against him with relish so that he could penetrate deeper into my mouth. He had finally finished the phone call and he bent down covetously and pulled me up. Without much ado, he took me in his arms and carried me into my bedroom, laid me on the bed, undressed me and began to caress my body with his hands and tongue. I closed my eyes and concentrated solely on his touch. When his tongue moved between my thighs, which he pushed apart with an energetic grip, I moaned in delight. Although we only really knew each other from the internet, he knew exactly what made me want it. He gently pulled my labia apart with his fingers and worked wonders with his tongue until I squirmed with excitement and buried my hands in his hair. My orgasm came over me unexpectedly and violently. With my eyes tightly closed, I clutched at the sheets and let myself be carried away, enjoying these incredible seconds before sinking back onto the bed, exhausted. Martin had used the time to lie down next to me. I sensed that he wanted a lot more ...

Without letting me rest, he took my hand and pulled me up, grabbed me by the hips and sat me on top of him. I was still so wet from his fingers and tongue that he was able to penetrate me with ease. I immediately began to move and Martin caressed my breasts with one hand while the other gripped my hips and guided me in time. Our movements became faster and faster, small beads of sweat formed on our bodies, which Martin licked off my nipples and sent new waves of arousal through my body. As his moans got louder and louder, I leaned forward and pressed my abdomen firmly against him. He sat up so that I could wrap my legs around him and, moaning loudly, he poured himself into me, pressed me against him with lust, kissed me and greedily ran his tongue into my mouth. Exhausted and silent, we lay next to each other afterwards and fell asleep arm in arm, wordless and satisfied. When I woke up a few hours later, I was shocked by my recklessness.

A night full of lust and passion

I had never taken a man into my apartment overnight so quickly before, especially not someone I had met on the internet. At that moment, Martin woke up and, still half asleep, he stroked my hips up to my breasts. I had to smile because, as with every man, I could feel his arousal after waking up. He pushed his pelvis towards me and gently kissed my neck. He caressed my breasts lustfully from behind and while I was still half asleep, he lifted my leg and stroked me between my thighs. I closed my eyes again and gave myself completely to his hands, moaning softly as he ran his index finger along my spine or pinched my nipples demandingly. In the meantime, I had stretched my bottom out towards him in invitation, but now he took the time he didn't have last night and spoiled me extensively with his hands and tongue. I lifted my leg a little in anticipation and he finally took pity on me and penetrated me. He stroked my thighs, rubbed my clitoris and took me with slow but demanding thrusts until we both found sexual release with a loud moan. Afterwards, I cuddled up to him contentedly and we fell asleep for a few hours. We spent the whole of Sunday more or less in bed.

Since that weekend, I've been able to put my fears about meeting people on the internet behind me. Martin and I have been a couple ever since and spend pretty much every weekend together, and it hasn't dampened our passion that the strangeness and unfamiliarity that was at the forefront of our first two dates was gone. Maybe we are an exception, but I would call it a huge stroke of luck.

"Internet acquaintance" by Hannah Parker from "eDate ... from chat to bed" published by: ORION / Carl Stephenson Publishers

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