The next evening, Michael had an early dinner. On his way past the reception to the lift, he made sure that Lisa saw his greeting nod. She responded with a smile and a quick look at her wristwatch.
Not expecting her arrival before ten, Michael had a leisurely shower. Then, in his dressing gown, he sat down at the desk and opened his iPad Air to check his mail and to go over some of his prepared lectures for Innsbruck.
However, this time his normally disciplined mind could not focus on such a task. Like Rita, Lisa was coming to fuck. But unlike with Rita — who had been a stranger he met in a drunken but strangely fortuitous interlude – Lisa’s arrival filled Michael with uncertainties.
With Lisa, Michael had an unresolved first-love past. It could, he feared, inhibit him from fucking Lisa in the uninhibited, pleasure-releasing way he and Rita had enjoyed. Unless — his problem was that he found it difficult to imagine – the for him in his youth so untouchably pure Lisa reveals herself as an adventurous, sex-hungry, neglected hot woman.
He was unsure how he or Lisa would overcome their initial inhibitions, and if their intended fuck would become a tokenistic humping or a mutually enriching, pleasure-filled experience.
He could do nothing but wait.
Lisa entered without knocking. Closing the door, she pressed her back against it. With her head raised and eyes closed she stood in silence for long seconds, summonsing her courage as she offered herself to Michael’s eyes.
In high heels, her stockinged, shapely legs vanished into a dark skirt whose tightness accentuated the swell of her thighs. As she pressed against the door, the alluring hillock of her pubes pushed against the skirt’s cloth and her aroused nipples tented the silk of her blouse.
Her entrance had happened so quickly that Michal could only turn in his chair. He gasped in surprise before he uttered:
“God, Lisa. You are sinfully beautiful standing there! You have come and I’m stunned.”
She looked down at him with an uncertain smile and took a faltering step:
“Will you stay stunned, Michael, if I walk now into your arms like naughty Rita did into your bed?”
As Michael stood up, Lisa rushed into his opening arms and hers locked around his neck as her body, admitting its need, pressed against his. With her lips almost touching his, Lisa whispered:
“It’s time, Michael, for our first kiss. It’s long overdue. I wanted it…”
As Michael’s lips touched hers, Lisa’s talking stopped. With a hot-breath moan, her lips parted and a risking-all tongue pushed deep into his mouth to engage his in swirling copulation. When it eventually, teasingly, withdrew, his tongue followed to invade her mouth. Eventually, in their hectic to and fro, their tongues conquered each other into gasping submission.
During their long spell of ever-sexier kissing, Michael’s hand had slid up under her blouse. Finding no bra, one of his hands cupped a lasciviously squirming tit while the other searched for the blouse’s hidden buttons. With matching eagerness, Lisa undid the waist strap of Michael’s dressing gown.
Fighting for breath, Lisa continued with what their kiss had interrupted:
“Yes, Michael, I wanted you to kiss me like that all these years ago. And like now, I wanted your hands on my breasts and your fingers on my virgin pussy. All the girls in the club wanted you to do it to them. They only left you alone because you and I were the champions playing together. They believed — and I let them — that we were sexually involved. But you never kissed me or touched me. I was too shy to let you know what I wanted. Even now, I needed Rita to give me a push.”
“You are much more daring now, Lisa!”
Lisa had undone the sash of his dressing gown and spread it open. She looked at Michael’s trim athletic body and, without hiding it, long and lusting on his rampant cock. Then she whispered, “You kept in great shape; you are as sexy as then.” She giggled, “And with me now sinful beautiful, it may turn out great that we waited for our first fuck.”
“Why the singular? Are you set on only one?”
As he asked, Michael turned Lisa around and slid both hands under the blouse onto her breasts and his thumbs began to caress her excited nipples. Then kissing her neck and drawing his tongue to her ear he murmured:
“You have me already naked; it’s your turn now. Do you want to take off your blouse or your skirt? You came without a bra; what is under your skirt? Sexy panties? Or were you naughty and came bare-pussy? That would be dangerous; as you can see, I am rock-hard and ready to fuck.”
With an embarrassed giggle, Lisa pushed her tits hard into his hands and stretched her neck against his lips as she began to unbuckle her belt. Then, suppressing a peal of welling-up laughter she reached for the zips on either side of the skirt. With the skirt’s body-hugging fit, she had to wriggle it down over her ass and thighs. Bending forward to push it down, the skirt slid out of the way of Michael’s cock.
It had pressed against Lisa’s skirt-sheltered behind. But now, its tip slid into the warmth of an unsheltered crack. As the skirt slid down to her ankles, Lisa greeted the cock’s sudden prod onto her pussy with a moan. She had come naked and what was happening was so much more than what she had dared to hope for. Michael’s hands slid down her trembling belly and onto her shivering pubes. Then his fingers stole down to part the already hot-slippery lips of her pussy.
Lisa arched back into his arms and cried out:
“Don’t make me wait any longer, Michael! Fuck me, fuck me now! I want your cock in me, deep in me!”
Michael turned Lisa around. Reaching behind her he moved his iPad Air aside. Pushing her ass against the edge of the desk he murmured:
“Spread out on this desk, it will not be a first-time, gentle-shy fuck for us. Is this what you want?”
As he reached for her ass to lift her onto the desk she cried, “Yes, Michael, God, yes!” and she pulled his face in for a wild, wet kiss. For long, long seconds it stopped him from lifting her. Instead, his fingers dug into her buttocks as he ground her heating-up pussy against his rampant cock. Whenever it blindly touched the churning opening of her cunt, Lisa whimpered and gasped.