One Lustful Evening of Sensual Sex

I was on a break. Three days and two nights in Sydney away from the hustle and bustle of work, school drop offs and pickups and never ending housework.
I had met Matt online. One of those raunchy sex sites where the ratio of men to women is 10 to 1 and nobody is who they say they are.
Matt was different to the rest. An intelligent, sensuous and attractive man. He was an anomaly on a site like this and his gorgeous smile made my knees weak.
His yearning for a creative and sensuous connection immediately captured my attention. His intelligence was obvious from the outset.
The fact that he was a hot, sexy male is his 20’s made my heart race and I felt my body tense with desire and longing.
Single and well spoken with an appetite for desire, passion and playfulness - he was exactly my type.

Over the coming months we chatted to each other on the sex site.
Sometimes serious, sometimes flirty - our conversations were never mundane.
There was an obvious spark and desire in both of us. We both yearned to explore each other’s minds and bodies.

Covid wrecked havoc. We were faced with lockdowns and restrictions we could never have anticipated. Our chats became less frequent.
Matt couldn’t travel for work as often and I threw myself into work.

With Matt down south it hardly seemed worth continuing our provocative texting.

Matt was never far from my mind though. At night I’d think wickedly blissful thoughts. He would be climbing in through my bedroom window and touching me in places that made my entire body tingle with pleasure.

Then everything changed.
I was suddenly thrown into home quarantine and I found myself fantasising about where Matt’s hands were touching me next.

Tentatively I messaged him on the site - unsure whether I would receive a response.
After so long apart I feared the worst.
He had met and married the woman of his dreams and he was living happily ever after?
After what seemed like an eternity my phone screen lit up.
It was Matt! He was happy to hear from me! Better still he had also been thinking of me!

We picked up where we left off. The sexual desire was through the roof and I found our chats stimulating both my mind and my body all over again. But chatting was becoming frustrating for both of us. We longed to be able to physically embrace. To finally touch and see each other in person.
“Why don’t you come over?” Matt casually asked.
“Down to Sydney?” I replied astonished yet secretly pleased at his suggestion.

And so it was arranged. I booked the first flight the following weekend. I was off to meet up with a relative stranger 1000kms away for a naughty, indulgent few days of fun!

I disembarked into a New South Wales heatwave. My heart was pounding with anticipation and my palms were sweaty.
What if he’s not real? All sorts of scenarios flashed before my eyes.

And then we saw each other. I glanced up into his gorgeous brown eyes and melted into his arms. He was everything and more!

That evening Matt wined and dined me. The champagne was exquisite. The main course perfect and the sexual chemistry was intoxicating. Reaching for my hand he stood up and whispered in my ear. “Time for dessert Sexy Girl”.

I had wanted this for so long. All my desires and fantasies were about to come true. I shed a tear at how perfect our evening had been so far. It was just like a romance movie and I was the Leading Lady!

We sat on the end of the bed and kissed. A lustful, hungry kiss of pent up desire. The erotic sounds of tantric music played in the background and candles flickered against the brightness of a full moon.

Matt reached for my hand and paused for a moment on my open palm. Slowly his fingertips caressed my skin. The eroticism of his long fingers circling my bare hand was almost too much to bare. I met his gaze. I couldn’t make out much with the lights out, but the moon through the blinds reflected in his dark eyes, focused on me. Time stood still.

“Okay”? you ask.
“Yes”, I whisper huskily. “Everything is perfect”.
His hand reached for my neck and his thumb angled my jaw while his lips found mine in the dark.

He pushed me gently onto my back on the bed. I found his mouth again as my fingers clenched at his back - drawing him closer to me.

Slowly I unbuttoned his shirt and I’m pleased with what I see. The only sound is our breath, drowned out by the rise of the passion in the music as he reached for my top. I helped him to lift it over my head, revealing my black, lace bra. He reached under my skirt and pulled down my panties, spreading my inner lips. I’m wet with desire and he’s as hard as a rock. He searched for my clit and it’s swollen with anticipation of what’s to come. He massaged it slowly in a knowing act of exquisite sexual arousal.

I unbuckle his belt and rip down the zipper of his pants.
Oh my God! His cock, engorged and ready, stretched diagonally across his belly. It’s almost the width of my wrist. He pulled me closer, and I feel his magnificent cock pushing upright against me.

I turn to face him and thrust my hand between us, searching for him. My fingers, wet from his oozing precum, slide from his base to that divinely sensitive spot below the crown. My thighs are getting sticky.

Just when I think he’s going to cum he tells me to stop. I find men who take charge irresistible…

With his eyes locked on mine, he pushes me down onto the bed. Searching for the point of least resistance he thrusts up hard into me. I clench my inner muscles tight, slowing him, heightening his pleasure and mine.

There is no point in resisting when all I want is more. I feel his broad tip pounding against my cervix, the jolts of pain giving way to unbelievable pleasure. We are locked together, seeking our rhythm. I don’t know how long it is before I begin to lose control. And then I feel it; the waves of molten heat rippling from my pulsing clit, my inner muscles spasming out to every part of my body.

I moan, my voice unchecked.
Panting, he waits for my orgasm to slow, before lunging back deep, deep into me. His eyes are closed, nostrils flared in his moment of release. I pull him close, he moans raw in my ear as he cums, and I relish in his weight against my body as his movements start to slow. I press my lips to his neck and trail my fingers along his back as he lies spent in my arms.