Large, luscious, with large scrumptuous dark brown nipples.Large, luscious, with large scrumptuous dark brown nipples. Just as she had described herself. It had to be her. Suddenly, as I began to feel more at ease... still wondering how Kimberly might react to finding me here like this, our eyes met in the mirror... You see, Kimberly and I had never actually met except through e-mail and usenet. Never in a million years did I ever dream we would actually ever meet, and yet there I stood, gazing into Kimberly's eyes in the foggy mirror. A look of alarm, or more accurately, like surprize swept briefly accross the face of Kimberly Woods. Then a smile quickly erased all fear. Of course, she recognized me from the picture I had sent. "Jimmy!", she exclaimed. Quickly remembering her modesty she secured the big fluffy towel about her body and then flung open the door. Arms reaching out, shrieks of joy, we embraced for the first time. Holding Kimberly close, squeezing as though we might be wrenched apart at any moment, I whispered into her ear, "God I've looked forward to this day - I've missed you so much". Odd to miss someone I had never until this moment even met. Huma emotions are truly wonderous and mystical things. We gazed into each other's eyes, mouths smiling broadly. Then, gradually, another kind of look altogether encompassed Kimberly's face. A strong, serious, sensuous look. "Kiss me Jim - kiss me for real this time". I looked into her eyes and saw a bright crisp longing for true warmth, affection, acceptance. Need and yet not need. Lust and yet not lust. Bathed in desire to be everything she had hoped, I pull Kimberly's mouth close to mine. Warm, glowing waves of passion crash over us as we greedily explore each other's mouth, kissing, and feeling, and experiencing each other completely. As we hold each other close, my hand instinctively roams sownward to carress Ki mberly's bottom. Wet beads of moisture still cling to her body as she utters a little moan at my adventurous touch. "Should I stop? Should we wait" I whisper. "Yes, you should, yes we should - but don't", Kimberly replied. |