Archive-name: SpecMome/video.txt Archive-author: Greg Orman, (c) 1991 Archive-title: Video Date I dedicate this to the woman who taught me a good bit of what I know about sex. Thank you. If any of the other women from my past happen to be reading this, don't be jealous. Just ask for your own story... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Video Date He stood waiting nervously at the door, hoping his shirt wasn't wrinkled. Having committed himself with that first knock, he couldn't run now. He almost laughed. Standing there at the door waiting for her to answer was always one of the toughest parts of the whole date. He scuffed a boot lightly against the white concrete of the doorstep as he thought back on why he was standing in front of this particular door. He had been a good third of the way through the photo and bio books at the video dating service when he ran across her page. He almost turned right past it before what he was seeing sunk into his brain. Her hair was the perfect shade of red; a burnt auburn. She was reasonably attractive, too. He glanced over the bio on the facing page and again almost went on. She was too perfect, and couldn't possibly be real. Her interests matched his well enough, but there were enough differences that they would be able to show each other a few new things. And she liked to cook! He looked again at the other information on the page. A bachelor's degree, a good job, five foot two and a hundred and ten pounds. "What more could I possibly ask for?" he thought to himself as he smiled and stood up to get her video off the shelf. The spark hit the minute the screen lit up. The way her cheeks and eyes moved as she smiled and laughed was beautiful. She had a soft voice, and he had to really listen to catch what she said. And what she said just reinforced what he'd read in the bio. He rewound the tape and watched it again before writing down her number on the card. He tried to go back to the books, but everyone seemed sort of pale and dingy compared to her. Finally he gave up and dropped the card with that one number at the desk on his way out. Now all he had to do was wait. Three days later there was a pink card in his mailbox. "She can't have responded so quickly," he thought. "Must be someone left over from a month ago or something." But he had to check it out, so down to the library he went. He exchanged the card for the real information, and sure enough there was her name and phone number. He almost fainted. He dialed the number wrong three times before getting it right. "This is silly," he thought. Then, amazingly enough, she answered. Not her machine, but the real person. "Hello." Her voice was exactly the same as it was in her video. "Hi. Is this Becky?" "Yes." "Hi. This is Tim. I got your number from the video dating service." "Oh, hi! I was hoping you'd call. I hate it when the guy waits for me to call. The 90's or not, it's hard to do." She sounded genuinely relieved. "Yeah, it is hard," he replied, "but from what I saw in your bio and video, I think this call was worth it." "Thanks." He could almost hear her blushing over the phone. "I liked your video, too. That's why I was hoping you'd call. You laughed a lot, and I like that." They talked for another two hours, telling each other about themselves. They laughed and they talked about the things they each held dear. He had never had a meeting call last that long, but it was great. As the call went on and she relaxed, her voice smoothed out even more, down to a silk that caressed his ear with each word. Finally they set a date for Friday evening and said goodnight. He snapped back to reality as the door opened. There she stood, shyly standing halfway behind the door, with a little smile playing about her eyes. "Hi," he said. It seemed like a good beginning. "Hi. Please come in." She stepped back and opened the door. She was dressed in a conservative blue blouse with a few nice ruffles and plain black skirt. She had no shoes on her stockinged feet. "Thank you." He stepped in lightly and turned to watch her as she closed the door. "Please have a seat," she said as she gestured to the couch. "I just need to get my shoes and we can be on our way." "Thank you," he said again as he walked over and seated himself. The apartment was small, but she obviously had good taste in furniture. Nice without being too formal to feel comfortable sitting on. He pulled one foot up onto the other knee as she began to walk back to where the bedroom must be. "Can I get you something? A coke?" she said belatedly as she turned back toward the kitchen. "No, I'm fine," he assured her. She retrieved her shoes, a pair of black flats that matched her skirt, and returned to the living room. He stood up. "Shall we?" he asked as he crooked out his arm to her. She giggled as she took his arm and they went out into the warm summer evening. Much of the next several hours was a blur to him when he tried to recall it later. They must have talked for another hour and a half in that great little burger joint, and their fingers somehow stayed entwined when their hands bumped in the popcorn cup a few minutes into the movie. Somehow they ended up dancing and drinking at a club a short walk from her apartment. As the alcohol sifted through their brains, they both began to relax even more. She came out of her shell, and actually started to get a bit aggressive on the dance floor. He liked the way her body moved, and when he told her so she laughed and shook her chest at him. They were both weaving just a touch from the pleasant alcoholic haze as they walked back to her apartment with their arms around each other. "Now comes the toughest part," he thought as they came to her complex. "Do I try to stay? Can I even drive home like this?" She ended his dilemma by inviting him in. "You can't drive like that," she said, unconsciously echoing some of his thoughts. "Come on in for a while." They sat and talked about the evening and about life for a while. She had turned on the radio softly in the background. Somehow they ended up with more drinks, and before he quite knew what was happening they were slowly dancing in the middle of her living room. After a few minutes, he pulled back from her, and looked her in the eyes. He saw his thoughts mirrored there and reaching down gently he kissed her. Their bodies seemed to melt together as their arms wrapped around one another. His left hand caressed her back as his right cupped the back of her head. As the kiss ended he moved his head down slightly to begin kissing and her neck. She tilted her head back obligingly. Then her hands came around and pushed lightly on his chest. He backed off abruptly, but realized his mistake as she smiled at him and began unbuttoning his black silk shirt. When she was done she ran her hands flat back up his chest and then out to his shoulders. He moved his arms back and the shirt slipped off, falling to hang around his waist where it was still tucked into his Levi's. He kissed her again, and then pulled her blouse out of her skirt and up her torso. She raised her arms and he lifted it up over her head, revealing a lacy bra that held and complimented but didn't quite conceal her full breasts. He embraced her then, feeling their bare skin pressing together. Then he kissed her again, first on the mouth, then down to her neck, and finally down her smooth chest as far as he could get between the cups of her bra. He moved his lips first to one breast and then the other, cupping his mouth around the nipples beneath the lace and blowing warm air softly over them. He felt them begin to stiffen beneath his tongue, and then pulled his arms around from her back, tracing his fingers across her sides as he went. He cupped her breasts lightly, and then undid the closure in the middle and slowly pulled the lace cups aside. She shuddered slightly as the lace brushed her now hardened nipples, and once her bra had slid down her arms to the floor he cupped her breasts again and began kneading them gently as he kissed and licked her nipples. Then he traced his way with his tongue back up the center of her chest, across her neck, and to her parted lips, his hands moving back around to support her as he kissed her deeply. He let the embrace linger after the kiss, and then began dancing slowly once more. They danced for a time, until she gently pulled free of his arms. Taking hold of his hand, she smiled and led him to the bedroom. The music still floated in gently from the other room as they sat together on the bed and kissed deeply once again. She kicked off her shoes, and as he reached down to pull off his boots she pulled his shirt out from where it was still hanging tucked into his pants. Then she stood up into the alternating bands of light and dark that the streetlight outside cast through the half open wooden blinds. She undid the fasteners on her skirt and dropped it to the floor, revealing a black garter belt and lace panties. She stepped out of the skirt which now lay around her feet, and with a graceful movement of one leg sent it flying into a corner. Then she began walking slowly around the room, turning and striking various poses for him as he sat on the end of the bed and drank in her beauty in the odd light. After a few minutes she walked up to face him and raised one foot to set it beside him on the bed. She then proceeded to unclip her stocking and slowly slide it down her leg and off her foot. Lowering that leg back to the floor she put her other leg up and repeated the process, but this time he laid his hands on hers as she slid the stocking off. Holding his hands she pulled him to his feet, and then she knelt before him and unbuckled his belt. Then she methodically undid each of the buttons of his fly and pulled his pants down. He stepped out of them and did a somewhat less graceful imitation of her kick, sending them into the same corner with her skirt. He was left wearing only a tight pair of maroon striped bikini-style briefs, make all the tighter by the swelling of his obvious erection. She began to lick his penis through his briefs, then pushed him back to sit and then lie back on the bed. She knelt between his legs which still hung off the end of the bed and pulled down the waistband of his shorts just enough to release the head of his swollen penis. She teased his head with quick flicks of her tongue for several excruciating minutes before pulling his underwear off completely and tossing them into the corner with the other clothes. Then she took his stiff dick in her hands and started rubbing it gently as she licked up and down his shaft. Finally, she raised her head and brought her mouth down fully over his rod, taking him as far in as she could. She stayed that way for a moment, with almost his whole manhood engulfed in her soft mouth, then began bobbing her head up and down, licking the purple head of his cock when she could. She went slowly at first, and then began speeding up. His body began to stiffen and he began running his fingers through her hair, holding her head as his dick slid in and out of her mouth. He held back as long as he could, but finally he couldn't take it anymore and he groaned as he released the tension and began spurting loads of his precious white fluid down her throat. She took it all, save for a single drop that ran down her chin. She wiped that off with her finger and then licked it up. As if eager for more she then licked his slowly shrinking dick clean, tonguing off his balls for good measure. Done with that, she climbed up on the bed and lay down flat on top of him so that they were face to face, bodies pressed together by gravity. She smiled and he kissed her, and then wrapped his arms around her to press them together. He rubbed her back for a while as they kissed, and when he came up for air he looked at her again. "Your turn..." he said with a suggestive little smile. He then guided her up from where she was until she was kneeling over his face. He reached up and, grabbing her hips, pulled her lace-covered crotch down to his waiting tongue. He licked and sucked on her slit through the lace until it was soaked with both his own saliva and her juices. She was moaning and rocking above him, massaging her own breasts. He backed off as she got close, and then attacked her clit with his tongue as she began to relax. Her body instantly became as rigid as a board above him and she let out a wail as her orgasm gripped her. But he didn't stop there. Instead he reached up and slid her panties aside so that he could get directly to her wet pussy. He began as he had before, licking up and down her slit, and then sucking her clit into his mouth to nibble on it. Moving back down her inner lips, he began thrusting his tongue into her hole, now rubbing her clit with his nose. Again she got close to the edge, and again he pulled back. Pushing up on her hip to make room for his hand, he began tonguing her clit as he inserted his thumb into her dripping snatch. She began bucking as she got close yet again, but this time he didn't stop. Instead, he gently inserted a finger into her tight ass. That was too much, and as she began to come he could feel the muscles contracting around his two fingers in their respective cavities. As her orgasm ended, he kept it up, sending her quickly into a second, then third, then, amazingly, a fourth orgasm. At that point he removed his fingers and resumed his gentle long strokes up and down her slit. Her body was shivering as she tried in vain to keep from almost screaming in pleasure. Then, as every muscle in her body relaxed after such a long, intense contraction, she literally collapsed sideways down onto the bed. Pulling himself out from under her limp body he pulled her close to him and held her. She was trembling violently, and it was almost five minutes before she moved to embrace him back. Once she had recovered a bit of her composure he began kissing her neck again, running his hands around her body and caressing everything he could reach. Soon their breathing was speeding up again, and his hand moved down to pull her thighs apart. He moved his body up over her leg, and raised himself up on both hands. Smiling down at her, and noticing that she was smiling back, he placed the head of his once again hard penis against her hole. He hesitated there for a moment, then slowly began to move his hips forward. After a moment of resistance, her lips spread apart and his dick began to sink into her. She inhaled sharply as he entered her, and held her breath until he was sunk to the hilt. He leaned down and kissed her quickly, then raised himself on his hands again as he began slow, long, gentle strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out of her, and then slowly slid it in again. The speed of his strokes increased as their breathing did, and she began thrusting her hips to meet his. They found a comfortable rhythm and settled in, feeling their bodies become one. His arms began to grow a bit tired, so he lowered himself down onto her and began kissing her as deeply as he was fucking her. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his lower back squeezing him at the near end of each stroke so that their crotches ground together and he got as deep into her as possible. Again they settled into the rhythm, letting time slip away as pleasure radiated through their locked bodies. Finally he noticed an increase in her quickness of her breath, and he began to modify his strokes accordingly, speeding up slightly. She caught the change and began thrusting her hips harder. He raised himself on his arms again and then reached down to her legs, unlocking them from around his waist and bringing them up first to his elbows, and then to his shoulders. Once she was comfortably adjusted, he abruptly changed his strokes, leaving them long but no longer slow or gentle. He began to pound his rod into her pussy with all the force he could muster, trying to drive her down into the mattress with every solid stroke. She began gasping and moaning, then crying out, and finally she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her body. While she was coming, he rammed his dick as deep as he could and held it there. That seemed to renew her orgasm, and she screamed again. Letting her legs slip back to his elbows he began kissing her, and she responded with a ferocity that told him she wasn't through yet. He moved his arms to let her legs drop back down to the bed, and then he pulled her up a bit and wrapped them around her to squeeze her as they kept kissing. Her kisses became more insistent and her movements stronger as their passion kept building to a level that he would never have believed. Then, before he realized quite what she was doing, she wrapped her legs around him again and threw her weight at him so that they rolled over and she ended up on top. She pulled back, so that she was kneeling over him. Then she lifted her hips up, reached down to hold his dick just right, and sat down, driving him deep into her warm snatch. When she had him all in, she ground down onto him, then leaned forward to balance herself on her hands as she began thrusting her hips. Still a bit winded from the exertion that had brought her to orgasm, he was quite content to let her do the real work for a while. So he reached up and began squeezing her tits in time with her strokes on his cock. The he began licking, sucking and nibbling on her nipples, using one hand to caress her other breast while the other found it's way down to the point where their crotches came together to begin fingering her clit. This time it didn't take long to find the rhythm, nor to begin to feel the need to increase the rhythm to release. He lay back down on the bed and held her torso beneath and to the sides of her tits to support her as she straightened her back and began almost bouncing on top of him as his dick slid in and out of her warm, wet pussy. Their tempo increased and she began to moan. She put her hands down on his chest as it increased even more. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, begging to be released. But she kept going, now slamming herself down onto his prick. Just when he thought he wouldn't be able to take another stroke without coming, she buried him one last time and then arched her back and screamed as her whole body locked up. He lost all control at that point, and his balls unleashed his jism deep into her in uncontrolable spurts. He was looking up at her as they came, though her eyes were closed in ecstasy. He couldn't help but think that the site of this woman sitting above him with her back arched was without a doubt the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. --