Pushing Open the Door – an honest memoire of a longed-for meeting.

The closer I get, the odder it feels. You wanted us to meet for the very first time at your home. I have wondered whether you are just overly trusting. Or maybe it’s a ruse and I am the one being lured into a trap. I try to banish these thoughts and don’t slow my pace.

It’s a short hike from the station to the address you sent me yesterday. I’m in an unfamiliar part of town and while I notice people going about their normal business, I know perfectly well why I am hurrying and what it is in me that compels me forward. I blush, realising. And yet, I have no idea where my curiosity will eventually lead or what might ensue on arrival.

Capping off your last message yesterday with ‘don’t be late’, the ominous radio silence ever since has just cranked up the intensity of that dilemma between marching on or bailing and running a mile.

Admittedly, we have been talking for a few weeks now. It was mostly just spending time together and chatting innocently, though we have a few times touched on more intimate desires, both presumably wondering if they’d overlap in reality.

We made contact initially in a place where self-professed roles of dominant and submissive are bandied around without much thought so there was every chance the fantasy would turn to nought in a real setting. And yet, you were different somehow. Rather than displaying your dominance in any overt way, you always seemed confidently natural. You put me at ease, even on those occasions when you’d land a bombshell question, the truth/dare type, awaiting my answer as if you’d asked nothing more complicated than to choose red or white.

I reach your driveway and after a pause, walk up towards your door. The last few fleeting doubts almost entirely eclipsed by the barrage of images in my mind attempting to anticipate how you will appear in person. Just lifting my arm to press your doorbell feels as though it’s an act of getting ever closer to you.

As it rings, I feel my head swimming and my pulse throbbing in my ears. The bell is loud and I notice that that the door was is very slightly ajar. My senses are all heightened but my mind feels quite a blur.

I pause again before gently pushing open the door and looking down the dark corridor. I hear the approaching tapping of heels on the wooden floor, but by the time my eyes have adjusted, you’ve already taken my jacket, turned around and begun walking down the corridor. Just before you disappear I hear you say “You’re going to have to wait for a moment. Make yourself comfy in the living room. You can sit just there on the left.”

All I catch are those few words, a sweet scent and a glimpse of your silhouette. I enter the room and look around. I notice a little note on the chair in the centre of the room on which it simply says ‘neatly folded here’.

I start to wonder whether this is some random note. Or, whether it is an instruction for me? The fear of it being a total misunderstanding and sending you to fits of laughter or worse, offending you perhaps, weighs. On the other hand, it does seem like it could be quite deliberate, surely you’d not send me there alone without some purpose..

In the momentary panic I decide to undress, folding my clothes and piling them as neatly as I can onto that first note. I pause before my shorts, at which point I hear your footsteps again coming towards the room. Pulling them down trying not to trip, I automatically move to the middle of the room and kneel, feeling entirely daft as I do it and wondering what possessed me….but there you appear.

You walk into the room calmly and sit on the chair just in front of me, facing me in my somewhat unusual position. You begin chatting with me as if nothing was out of the norm, like welcoming a friend for the first time in your new home.

You seem to deliberately talk about a few mundane things, about something random on the news, your new curtains, but with a gentle and knowing smile. Then you mention what we might have for lunch, ask about my journey and other than my bare kneeling disposition and my difficulty to talk normally, everything is as surreally pleasant and polite, almost enough to hide your slightly pleased and cheeky grin.

That continues for a while until out of the blue you say “you know I really do prefer all fours.”

I blush immediately, move slowly onto my hands and you get up. I can feel myself really growing, throbbing and I know that you’re watching everything carefully. I sense you go behind me, and peer over. I can sense you running your eyes over me from behind. It almost feels like wherever you look something quite electric passes through me..

The delicious embarrassment makes me blush and then soften. I turn my head back to look at you and to whisper “Oh Miss.. this is all making me rather…”

“Oh it is good that you tell me.” you tell me. “I like to know exactly how you feel, always. And in return, I’ll make sure you do exactly what I want. Always.”

You walk behind me once again and putting your hand between my thighs you pull down, squeezing out all that was slowly beginning to leak.

“Now don’t worry or tense up, just stay how you are and close your eyes..”

After a few long seconds I feel something wet touch me, I feel your finger push in gently but firmly. I immediately stiffen….You push further in, until I begin to wriggle slightly.

“please.. it’s beginning to h….”

“Oh come now, it’s ok, you will manage. Just breathe and close your eyes. And if you do feel it too much just crawl forward a bit to accommodate”

Inevitably you push further and harder and so starts a slow crawl across the room with you ever so slightly deeper with each time that I stop.

We get to the edge of the room and you keep on applying pressure. I begin raising my head and put my hands on the windowsill, still on my knees but my chest now close to the wall and my face almost pressed to the window.

“Please…” I whisper.

“Just watch the people walk past on the street. Here, let me pull the curtain back. None of them have any idea of the position you’re in. They just see a face in a window. Now wait here a second.”

You pull out slowly but too quick for me not to wince and shudder with surprise and embarrassing pleasure. You leave the room for a few minutes and I observe random people walking on the pavement in front like some kid whose parents have gone out.

The door opens once again and with a smile “Right, I just got us a few things. Move back into the middle of the room.”

I turn around, get up and walk back next to the chair. “Back on all fours, and trust me, youll Love this.” I close my eyes, feel you walking behind me and placing your palms on my back and moving them all around.

I feel your nails running up and down my back and thighs, between my cheeks, down to the tip of my wet cock. And then something much softer than before, smoother but bigger enters behind.

“Won’t you even tell me if you like it? You don’t have to thank me, even a word that you appreciate the effort would suffice for now.” you deliver with a devilish sarcasm. I blush intensely and whisper “Thank you, I Love it.”

I look round and notice that youre already standing by the sofa. What you pushed into me must be shaped to stay inside. I see you removing your black blouse and skirt. Beneath it I see your alluring body and loose lacy shorts.

You walk over barefooted looking into my glazed eyes and softly say “so, for a little reward” pushing my shoulders back up and then further, back, until I am lying flat on my back on the floor.

“But on the condition that you guess what the reward is. You have three guesses.”

The way you stand right beside my face, makes me wonder whether you do want me to kiss there after all…I thought you didn’t like that.

Maybe you just want me to be thinking exactly this, to see me blush. I turn to my side to kiss your feet but very quick you tell me that you put me on my back for a reason. I lay back down fully on my back and you stand just beside my head, one of your ankles touching my ear.

Looking down at me kindly you raise one foot and bring your big toe to my lips and gently say “since you asked, I don’t mind if you do suck a little but you still need to work out your reward.”

I ask whether my reward is coming.

“That will happen but it won’t be a reward nor will we make it happen deliberately, well maybe a little, sort of indirectly. One more guess.”

Anxious again, I kiss and lick the underside of your toe slowly, embarrassed that you’ve made me do this and how obvious it is that I’m adoring it.

I look up the underside of your leg and thigh and can’t help my eyes diving up past the seam of your shorts and trying to drink the view that is the soaked gap between your thighs.

As you move your toe around, it entering my mouth finally, I see your shorts move and glimpse for a second the lips they hide and how they glisten with your excitement.

I feel myself throb more and more and realise what the reward might be. I wrap my hands around your knees and pushing away your raised foot.

With my head now between your ankles, I pull on your thighs until your knees on are the floor. Your thighs engulf my face and I feel the wetness flow through the silk onto my lips. I breathe in deeply your sweet scent and placing my palms around your hips I tear down your shorts until they’re stretched across my chest.

I push my lips into yours, my tongue further. I feel you grinding down on me, cheeks engulfing my face, my tongue running up and down, all the way.

You lean forwards. I guess you will take my throbbing wet cock in your mouth. Instead you grind down harder on my lips, while I feel your hand reaching between my thighs. Something clicks on whatever it was you left inside me and suddenly throbs of vibration rush through my entire torso. You raise your head back up and move around. I feel myself writhe with excitement. I hear your gasps and heavy breath. I taste you and adore what is happening. I feel myself slowly lose all control.

I feel your hands glide around my chest down to my belly, where they become even smoother before I hear you taking your hands to your mouth and licking and sucking them whilst pressing harder and harder on my lips. I don’t Orgasm, just flow in front of you, slowly, continually while you give us both so much pleasure…