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I am standing on the kerb outside the airport. I made it, after a long flight I finally made it and here I am. My suitcase stands next to me and I wonder if I brought enough clothes. “Bring something to wear for when we go out” she said. And I did, I packed several outfits for that actually, ranging from somewhat slutty to classy. “Oh my god what have I gotten myself into..”, that thought crosses my mind as I look around to find a taxi. It has crossed my mind several times on the way here, but once the plane takes off there is nothing you can do really. I have never met her before, I know here from chat on a porn website of all places. Yet here I am, just several months after first having said “hello”. I am excited and yet scared. What if it does not work out? What if we do not get along? And maybe even more scary, what if we do? Since it is such a long distance away I opted for a two week stay, there is no way I am traveling this far and just spend a weekend. Oh well, if all else fails I can rent a car and go sightseeing; California has plenty of things I have never seen.
The driver is friendly enough to put my suitcase in the trunk and opens the door for me. Once I’m seated he close the door behind me. The inside looks just like in the TV series they show back home. The smell though is something different. I never thought about it and on TV you cannot smell of course, but the smell inside this taxi is of a floral scent. After he drives of I give him the address and I am on my way. I look around at the outside as the taxi takes me to my destination. Houses, parks, cars, people walking on the street; it all looks so different. We pass through what I guess is the city center, an area where there are lots of tall buildings and shops that look quite expensive. Slowly the scenery changes to a more residential area. Cars parked on driveways, neatly kept lawns and flowerbeds. The driver turns on the right side indicator and gently comes to a full stop in front of a house. “This is it, we are there”, he says as he put the car in Park and gets out. I look at the house. It is so different than houses back home, it is made of wood, not brick and there are no tiles on the roof. I hear the trunk pop and snap back to reality. The door opens and I get out, glancing at the meter to see the price. My suitcase is already standing next to the door and I hand the driver the amount I owe him and a little extra, he was afterall quite a gentleman taking care of my luggage and holding the door for me. He says his goodbyes as he walk around to the driver side door and I watch as he drives off. I keep looking until he makes a turn and is out of sight. I pull out the handle of my suitcase and look at the house. The front door is on the side. There is no car parked in the driveway; maybe she isn’t home? As I stand there pondering that though, the curtain on a window facing the road moves. Or was that just my imagination?. I look at the number displayed on the house and look left and right for a street sign. It matches, both the number and street name are the ones she gave me. “Well then, on with it”, I mutter to myself as I set off towards the front door.
There is no doorbell, but a gold colored lion-head shaped knocker on the door. As I reach for it, I hear the lock being opened and the door slowly opens. A woman about my own height is peeking through the crack in the door, eyeing me up and down. “Hi”, thats all I can think of to say, “Hi, I am Meredith, I am looking for Cindy”. The door closes. “Wrong house?” I think to myself, “well crap”. The sound of a chain being unhitched and the soft creaking sound of the door hinges bring me back. The door is wide open and in front of me stands a slender female, with shoulder length brown hair. “Hi” she says, “I am Cindy. Come on in.”. For a few seconds I don’t know what to say or do but just stare. Her voice is soft, smooth. I smile at her and my eyes fall on her outfit. A kimono. I blush. Several times she has told me in our conversations that all she was wearing was a kimono. I wonder if she is wearing anything underneath. The thought excites me immensely. I can feel my nipples harden slightly and I know they will show through my clothes if they get harder. That makes me blush even more. I shake my head as I reach for the handle of my suitcase; this is the woman I have spend hours with chatting, fantasized about, masturbated with and I am worried that my nipples might show through? She takes a step aside to clear a path for me to enter. As I step into the hallways I take in the room. Behind me the door closes and the sound of the metal indicates that she put the bolt chain back on. I turn around and almost bump into her. For a moment we stand there staring, our breasts almost brushing against each other. “Oh what the hell” I think to myself and I lean forward and kiss her on her lips, sliding my arms over her sides. I place my hands on her ass and pull her close. I keep on kissing here and knead her buttcheeks. I can feel her breasts pressing against mine and that turns me on even more, making me pull her even closer to me, squeezing, digging my nails into her. Her response is swift and immediate. As soon as our lips touch her tongue is probing my mouth, her hands come up and she places them on the side of my head, I close my eyes and let it all wash over me. Violently her tongue wrestles with mine and mine wrestles with hers, twirling around each other over and over. I can feel myself getting wet, I know for a fact my nipples are definitely showing through now and I can feel hers, two hard little knobs pressing against me. This feels so right, this feels so damn good. Slowly the kiss loses it intensity and as our lips part I open my eyes and stare into the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen. “Hey baby”, I whisper and she smiles at me, her eyes sparkling like little stars. “You made it” she replies with her soft voice. I can feel her hands sliding down over my back until they rest on my lips. “Yes I did baby, I am here now”. I lean forward and tenderly kiss her on her lips.
The driver is friendly enough to put my suitcase in the trunk and opens the door for me. Once I’m seated he close the door behind me. The inside looks just like in the TV series they show back home. The smell though is something different. I never thought about it and on TV you cannot smell of course, but the smell inside this taxi is of a floral scent. After he drives of I give him the address and I am on my way. I look around at the outside as the taxi takes me to my destination. Houses, parks, cars, people walking on the street; it all looks so different. We pass through what I guess is the city center, an area where there are lots of tall buildings and shops that look quite expensive. Slowly the scenery changes to a more residential area. Cars parked on driveways, neatly kept lawns and flowerbeds. The driver turns on the right side indicator and gently comes to a full stop in front of a house. “This is it, we are there”, he says as he put the car in Park and gets out. I look at the house. It is so different than houses back home, it is made of wood, not brick and there are no tiles on the roof. I hear the trunk pop and snap back to reality. The door opens and I get out, glancing at the meter to see the price. My suitcase is already standing next to the door and I hand the driver the amount I owe him and a little extra, he was afterall quite a gentleman taking care of my luggage and holding the door for me. He says his goodbyes as he walk around to the driver side door and I watch as he drives off. I keep looking until he makes a turn and is out of sight. I pull out the handle of my suitcase and look at the house. The front door is on the side. There is no car parked in the driveway; maybe she isn’t home? As I stand there pondering that though, the curtain on a window facing the road moves. Or was that just my imagination?. I look at the number displayed on the house and look left and right for a street sign. It matches, both the number and street name are the ones she gave me. “Well then, on with it”, I mutter to myself as I set off towards the front door.
There is no doorbell, but a gold colored lion-head shaped knocker on the door. As I reach for it, I hear the lock being opened and the door slowly opens. A woman about my own height is peeking through the crack in the door, eyeing me up and down. “Hi”, thats all I can think of to say, “Hi, I am Meredith, I am looking for Cindy”. The door closes. “Wrong house?” I think to myself, “well crap”. The sound of a chain being unhitched and the soft creaking sound of the door hinges bring me back. The door is wide open and in front of me stands a slender female, with shoulder length brown hair. “Hi” she says, “I am Cindy. Come on in.”. For a few seconds I don’t know what to say or do but just stare. Her voice is soft, smooth. I smile at her and my eyes fall on her outfit. A kimono. I blush. Several times she has told me in our conversations that all she was wearing was a kimono. I wonder if she is wearing anything underneath. The thought excites me immensely. I can feel my nipples harden slightly and I know they will show through my clothes if they get harder. That makes me blush even more. I shake my head as I reach for the handle of my suitcase; this is the woman I have spend hours with chatting, fantasized about, masturbated with and I am worried that my nipples might show through? She takes a step aside to clear a path for me to enter. As I step into the hallways I take in the room. Behind me the door closes and the sound of the metal indicates that she put the bolt chain back on. I turn around and almost bump into her. For a moment we stand there staring, our breasts almost brushing against each other. “Oh what the hell” I think to myself and I lean forward and kiss her on her lips, sliding my arms over her sides. I place my hands on her ass and pull her close. I keep on kissing here and knead her buttcheeks. I can feel her breasts pressing against mine and that turns me on even more, making me pull her even closer to me, squeezing, digging my nails into her. Her response is swift and immediate. As soon as our lips touch her tongue is probing my mouth, her hands come up and she places them on the side of my head, I close my eyes and let it all wash over me. Violently her tongue wrestles with mine and mine wrestles with hers, twirling around each other over and over. I can feel myself getting wet, I know for a fact my nipples are definitely showing through now and I can feel hers, two hard little knobs pressing against me. This feels so right, this feels so damn good. Slowly the kiss loses it intensity and as our lips part I open my eyes and stare into the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen. “Hey baby”, I whisper and she smiles at me, her eyes sparkling like little stars. “You made it” she replies with her soft voice. I can feel her hands sliding down over my back until they rest on my lips. “Yes I did baby, I am here now”. I lean forward and tenderly kiss her on her lips.
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