First Kiss

A true story about the night I first met Kyle Jones, who can be found at butchtastic.net.




I became aware of Kyle because of an interview he did with Sinclair on his blog about poly. I had always been curious about poly and sent him a note thanking him for sharing and asking him some questions. Soon after we became friends. I actually met him once before in person, but that night I was with my partner, and we were still in a monogamous relationship, so we didn't really get a chance to talk a lot. We were flirty at times online, but mostly had always kept it in the friend zone.



Then my primary relationship opened up and a few months later I found myself in his town on business. I was excited to finally get to spend one on one time with him, but we hadn't been flirty in quite some time, so I had no expectations other than to hang out with a friend.



After a long day spent with a client, I checked in to my hotel and got ready for our evening. He texted me that he was waiting for me, so I left my room and walked down the hall to the lobby. He looked so handsome sitting on the couch. He stood up and greeted me with a big smile and a warm hug. We started our evening with super tasty dinner. He was easy to be with and the conversation was effortless. After dinner we walked to his favorite bar.




I sat across the table from him, looking into his bluish-green eyes as he talked to me. We had been hanging out for about four hours and hadn’t run out of things to say. I remember being drawn to him because he was so smart, but I found myself having a hard time concentrating on the words coming out of his mouth at that point. That mouth was consuming my thoughts. His mouth and where I wanted it. His full lips looked so soft, just begging for my kisses.




I kept flashing to the pervy blogs I’d read of his and shifted a little in my seat feeling the heat between my legs. Under the booth I ran my hand up my leg, under my skirt, caressing my thigh. Oh God, I wished so much that was his hand. I tried to hold my own in the conversation but then luckily it was time to leave the bar. As we walked outside, I felt a little shy. I wondered if he could tell how much I was digging him. What was happening to me? This was so unlike me. I never feel shy, but something about him brought it out in me. Emboldened by the alcohol coursing through my body, I slipped my hand into his, immediately turning away to hide the big smile that spread across my face. I felt like a giddy school girl. He seemed comfortable with the hand holding, so I relaxed a little.




We meandered over to the waterfront and stood against the rail talking and looking at the stars and the boats. I kept turning away and biting my lower lip in an effort to stop myself from just kissing him. The energy was palpable; I looked in his eyes and knew he was feeling it too. Finally in a voice that sounded a little husky, he said, “I really want to kiss you right now,” with a question in his eyes. Oh my God, he was asking permission? So hot, so hot.




His words made me flush as I leaned forward and closed my eyes. Finally his lips were on mine and his tongue was in my mouth; his arms encircled me. It did not take long for the intensity to ramp up; his hand was in my hair and my knees were growing weak. I broke away and giggled nervously, sighing a deep sigh. This was so much better than I ever imagined. I could only keep away for a moment though. I couldn’t get enough of him. As we kissed, I pressed my body hard against his, wanting to be as close as possible. I bit his lower lip, his neck, his ear. Hearing him react to my lips and teeth on his neck put me over the edge. Damn, he was making me so hot.




I kept wondering what it would feel like to have his skin on mine. I wanted to touch him in so many places, to rip off his shirt and feel him, but were were in public and this was our first kiss. I ran my hands up his arms under his short sleeves, pressing hard, showing him my desire, savoring the feel of his skin under my hands. It felt like we kissed for hours. I never wanted it to end. I told him how much I wanted the feeling of his skin on mine. He arched his eyebrow and asked if that was an invitation back to my hotel room. I looked away and sighed, “No, just a desire.” As much as I wanted him, I knew it was too soon for me to take that step.




After more kissing, it was time to leave. I had a meeting early in the morning. He drove me back to my hotel, giving me one final kiss goodnight. I floated to my room and lay in my bed reliving the feeling of his lips, his hands, his mouth. As I lay there I moved my hands to all of the places I wanted his, imagining all how it would feel one day. I was so turned on, it did not take me long. As I came, I moaned his name into my pillow and then drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.




A perfect night, a perfect first kiss

Comments

  1. Oh, baby, it was all perfect. Best first date in a long, long time and kissing you (finally! After dreaming it so many times I thought we already had) was divine. You are the best surprise I've had in a long time and I am so glad business brought you my way. Congrats on your new blog and I hope you have a lot of fun here. Welcome back to the blog-o-sphere, sweetheart.

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    1. Thank you for being the first person to comment on my blog! It was an amazing first date even though it wasn't even officially a date. It was the beginning of something really amazing.

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  2. I love the vulnerability in this post..and it's sexy, too. Xoxox. Congrats on writing again.

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    1. Thank you Molly! My intent with this page is to be my whole self, which is a person who is increasingly embracing being vulnerable. I believe that it is the biggest display of bravery really, to show ones insides. And you know, this is the year I'm becoming fearless. ;-)

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  3. I just keep reading it... this is one of my most favorite stories :-)

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    1. Me too, baby. I remember how nervous I felt when I sent it to you. Look how far we have come?

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    2. we've come a long way in a short amount of time, lover. I am so grateful for you.

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  4. I sooooooooo miss your blogging side.... Can't wait to read more!

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    1. Aww thanks Linds! I am so happy to be back at it.

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