I arrive at the front door, I feel my nerve endings tingling with anticipation at what lays ahead. We have been exchanging emails and photos on line for over a month know. We have explored the most intimate matters of the heart and the body. We have been as candid with each other as two people can be without actually ever having been in the same city, and yet I feel as if I already know what the sensation of having her body next to mine will be. The door flies open suddenly and before I know what hits me I am pulled into the entry and she is on me. Her mouth, her tongue, her hands. Her hunger is overwhelming. I feel as if I am being devoured. Her mouth is warm and wet and as she presses against me I can feel her hardened nipples brushing against my chest. And then, just as suddenly she pulls away, turns and walks down the hallway, leaving me breathless. Intoxicated, I follow. I drink in her body, covered in nothing but a flowing, sheer gown. Her curves are pronounced, her scent is alluring, I long to reach out and caress, squeeze and taste her luscious form.nnWe enter the bedroom at the end of the hall and just as I reach out for her, she abruptly turns and places a hand on my chest, stopping me in my tracks. She backs up and slowly begins to remove her gown. Her body is all woman. Soft, smooth skin, spectacular breasts that are heavy and full with prominent nipples that are aroused, engorged and pointing directly at me. I can see a smile dance across her lips as she watches my eyes drink in every part of her body. As she lets the gown drop away completely I see her perfectly trimmed bush. Barely hiding her full and already wet pussy.