Very quickly we both decided that 'Carl's Jr.' was no place for us to explore what the future might hold for us. We got up and left in my car and drove to a nearby mall, talking with each other and enjoying each other's company. I could tell, though, that she was torn about what we were doing. She was, after all, still married. Jerk though he was, she was not yet fully committed to the idea of leaving him. We had dinner at a great place I remembered; then we went to a mall and I just followed her around in a hormonal stupor while she shopped, probably in a stupor of her own. Finally we made plans that I would go and surprise her mother (who I had been very close to), and that I would pretend to have just been in town and have dropped by to see her; then I would suggest she invite Carmen over and we would all 'visit'. This plan, at the time, included Carmen bringing her then-husband along. Saying it like that sounds crazy, but somehow I wasn't worried - with all the buildup over the phone, and after our passionate kiss, and knowing how on-the-rocks their marriage was, I just wasn't at all concerned with this guy being any serious kind of obstacle at the time. It also didn't hurt that as we planned all of this out sitting in the SUV I had rented, I leaned the driver's seat I was sitting in all the way back at one point while we talked so I could rest (I had just come off a graveyard shift the day before and was exhausted)...and the second I did Carmen gasped, and said 'DON'T do that! Don't lay back like that....I can't take it!'. So I sat up...but it was as clear as clear gets that Carmen wanted me every bit as bad as I wanted her.
So I dropped her off back at her car, and made my way over to Carmen's mother's house. Who was, as I expected, totally shocked to see me after so many years, and invited me right in. Without my even saying a word, the first thing she did was call up Carmen. 'You'll never guess who is here!', she said. 'You have to come over right away!'. As soon as she hung up, Carmen's mother assured me that Carmen would be over as soon as possible. For the next 30 minutes I had a truly pleasant visit with Carmen's mother (who I did, as it happens, care for deeply and whose company I always enjoyed). Finally the front door opened and in walked Carmen....alone
As the three of us talked, Carmen's mother asked where Carmen's husband was, and she told her mother that he wasn't feeling well and couldn't make it. But then in a moment when her mother was out of the room, Carmen told me that her husband had been 'very suspicious' about my having shown up out of nowhere (despite never having heard of me before that day...told you he was a jerk) and refused to go with her to meet me....whereupon Carmen had simply left and come on her own. Carmen's mother came back into the room, and the three of us chatted some more; her mother asked me where I was staying and I told her of the hotel in town I had booked. She suggested I could stay at her place, but I said I had already dropped all my stuff at the hotel and didn't want to impose anyway. Then she thought of something she wanted to give me and got up to go get it....at which point Carmen leaned in to me and said, 'Give me the address of your hotel. I'm coming to see you tonight!'.
The rest of the visit passed in a blur; I honestly can't remember anything more up to the point that I drove back to my hotel. Maybe twenty minutes after I got there, Carmen called me and told me she was in the parking lot, so I walked out to meet her and show her where my room was. She held my hand all the way back to the room. I opened the door, let her walk in first, and followed her in, closing the door behind me.
I'm sure we said a few words to each other, but whatever they were was lost in what followed. Still exhausted, I sat down on the edge of the bed. Immediately Carmen moved over and stood in front of me; she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back on to the bed, practically riding me down as I went back. She leaned forward, her long curly hair falling around both of our faces, and locked her lips onto mine. We kissed deeply; she moaned and pushed herself against me. I reached up and put my hands into her hair for the first time; it was coarse, as curly hair tends to be, and felt amazing as it slid through my fingers. At my touch she began to move more urgently, guiding me to slide farther back until both of us were fully on the bed and away from the edge. As my hands began to explore her body, she seemed strangely shy of herself; only later did I learn that she thought that I would not find her slim body attractive (a fact which by then I had conclusively demonstrated exactly how completely I enjoyed her). She pulled my shirt off up over my head; my hands found their way to her beautifully perky breasts, first outside her shirt, and then I slid a hand up from below, slowly up across her firm stomach, up under her bra and then directly to her breast. She moaned even louder, and then suddenly started struggling to undo my belt. I quickly undid it myself only to have her practically tear my pants off my legs, followed by my underwear, and then her hand went straight to my cock and she wrapped her fingers around me.
As she looked at me, she closed her eyes for a moment and breathed out a sigh of relief. 'Oh, thank god!', she said. Surprised, I asked her what she meant. 'I've dreamed of this moment since we started talking again...and dreaded it, too...I dated a guy once that I was really into, but when we finally got to THIS point, his penis was...tiny. Like, seriously tiny, like thinner than a pencil. I always thought that was a joke, a myth...but it was real, and he had it. Like, when he was inside me, I honest to god couldn't even tell. I could never see him again after that...and I wanted you so bad, but I was so scared....and then I saw you, and you're
perfect.'
Now, imagine how I felt...again, this woman, Carmen, who I have dreamed about, is holding my cock in her hands and telling me how perfect I am. Can't you just imagine it? And there I was, living it. 'Well, I'm glad you approve,' I said with a grin. 'It's all yours.' Then she looked at me with hooded and sultry eyes, and said, 'Yes, it IS, isn't it...it's all mine.' And with that she covered me with her mouth. Warm...soft lips, firm pressure...no teeth....and I shit you not, she could take every inch of me balls deep. I could feel myself building towards a climax all too soon, and I knew I was not ready for this first time to end so fast. With my hands on her head, I lifted her head slightly but enough to know that I wanted her to come up; almost immediately she got up and threw her own pants off in a flash. Though I wanted desperately to look at her, to SEE her, she was still (as I did not know yet) shy about what I might think of her body; she kept her shirt on and practically jumped on top of me, and the next thing I knew she was squatting above me, looking into my eyes as she lowered herself down on to me. As I slid inside of her, she moaned softly and said...'You're finally inside of me. After all this time....you're inside of me!' And I said, simply, 'Yes...' as she began to move herself up and down, using her legs like a spring. I lay beneath her, practically exerting no effort at all, as she rode me faster and faster. I could have come at any time, but I wanted this to go on so I worked at holding myself away from climax as she bounced her way to her first shattering orgasm.
There is more to this night...but it's 1 AM here now and I'll have to continue later. If, that is, anyone is even remotely interested. I know the buildup to this point was long....but I just have to get this down, I remember it so vividly I just can't skip the details that led to this moment