When Hands First Touch

Online lovers 
Meeting for the 
First time,
Touching for the
First time

Would their first touches be 
Shy and tentative?
Would they carefully 
Shake hands with 
Reticent introvertion?

Would it start out small and their
Passion slowly build 
As they began to touch and
Explore each other 
More and more?

Perhaps it would start with a
Simple handshake,
But, not wanting to let go,
They keep holding on to
Each other's desperate hands,
Feeling their need rise

They intertwine their fingers and
Walk into the coffee shop
Together, side by side,
Getting coffee or cocoa or tea
And sitting at a corner table 

The lovers sit across from each other,
At first,
Looking into each other's eyes,
Holding hands across the table,
Alone in a busy place

Then, with
Palms raised and 
Pressed against
Each other, they enjoy
Comparing the sizes of their hands, and the
Texture and strength

His hands are big, rough, Masculine, strong;
Hers are small, slender, sensitive,
Feminine hands, but also with a
Surprisingly strong, yet tender, grip

They begin exploring each other's hands,
Never completely letting go,
As if their hands are
Magnetized together,
Electricity shooting between each 
Point of contact

Their hands start moving faster, 
Each beginning to explore 
Further until
He grasps her wrists, 
Holding them tight,
Looking at her with
Piercing, hungry eyes

She whimpers,
Sir...

Come sit beside me,
He commands

And she moves to sit at the 
Back of the table,
Next to the man she adores,
Feeling the heat of his body
Pulsing from his skin
Like a hot furnace

He reaches his hand 
Under the table,
Putting his hand in 
Her lap

He presses his large index and middle fingers
Down into the dip between her
Slender thighs

And he caresses her,
Becoming more passionate with 
Passing time
As she begins to squirm 
And make little moaning sounds

He takes her hand nearest him and
Lays it in his lap, on
His cock

He leans over and
Whispers in her ear, and says,
In almost a growl,
See how hard you make me, slut?

She gasps at his hardness and size,
Firmly stroking its length and
Giving his cock a loving squeeze

She then
Reaches her hand inside her 
Waistband into her undies to
Touch her wetness and
Puts her finger to his lips 

Will you taste and feel 
How wet and
Deliciously slippery
You make me, Sir?

Fuck, you taste good,
Little one, he says,
And she bites her lip to
Muffle her cry as he
Puts his hand in her undies to
Feel her slipperiness for himself
And slides his other hand under her shirt to
Fondle her bare breasts and
Pinch her nipples

He rubs harder,
She squirms more, and she
Turns toward him to
Try her best to moan and
Whimper quietly into his shoulder,
Her breathing becoming faster and
Heavier, more breathless,
As her orgasm builds...

... In the corner of the busy coffee shop, as if
Alone,
Just the two of them

He growls in her ear,
Cum, little one, 
Cum little one, 
Cum little one...
And she does.

Her body pulses and shakes, and
She whimpers quietly as she
Buries her head in his chest,
Sinking into bliss

When she's done cumming, he
Takes her head in his hands and
Kisses her lips, saying,
Good girl, you please me so much

Then they hold hands,
Grab their drinks
And walk outside,
Towards his car

She brings his hand to her mouth and
Kisses it, then  
Takes her hand from his and
Puts it in the back pocket of his jeans;
He puts his hand in her back pocket,
On her ass,
So they each feel the swaying of
Their bodies as they walk

Little one... 
I think it's time for us to 
Get a room

Yes, please, Sir, I'm ready