It was small and slightly puckering out. I licked it put one finger in and made sure she was a little moist. I brought my cock to her ass. I pressed i... in slowly, she was still sliding back and forth, working it slowly in as well. Eventually I was as deep in as I could go. I started very slowly, she was moaning, ‘oh, oh, oh,’ every time I pushed in. As it got smoother it just became heavy exhales. Just as she seemed more comfortable she moved again. She rolled me onto my back. She got on top of. “Oh my god, that’s fantastic, Rachel!”“Thanks, Al.”When you said my name, it sends a shiver down my spine. I placed a hand on your shoulder, knowing I could pass it off as trying to be reassuring and physically affectionate but knew you would easily call bullshit because of how introverted I typically was. You didn’t though. You let me leave it there, even those few seconds past when it was appropriate.“So, what are your plans after…” and before I could finish saying art school you turned. I jumped in the shower and gave myself a good wash down, trimmed the hair, brushed my teeth good and made myself look good. At 9 pm I left the house with my fishing stuff and traveled into Edinburgh to sit for the few hours before Sam got home. I was very excited as this would be the first one in years that I could fuck. I dozzed off until my phone beeped to let know I have a message. It read, "I am home and awaiting your arrival. Don't be long, lover." I replied I was on my way and five. We played footsy. She opened her blouse enough to show no bra, but not enough to show breast. I was aching for her by the time I paid the bill and we let the waitress clear the table. “Well, I must admit this was more than I expected, my dear.” “Me too, and if you have a little time, it can be a lot more.” She looked at me with a serious look and I found it hard to swallow. This was supposed to be just putting a person with all of the fun we had had online. Nothing more and yet...it had.