He was a vision of beauty, although, I should have been used to this god-like image by now. He strolled casually towards me, as if what we were about to do was as normal as taking a walk in the park. It had always intrigued me as to how he was so laid-back about our work; as if I didn’t turn him on. If we were in a club and I had seduced him, this would be his ultimate fantasy. My breasts glistening with my own juices, sitting waiting for him to do with me as he wished. I had to admit it, I was jealous. I wanted him to see me and be so irrevocably turned on by me that he would have to have me, right there and then. That was the effect I had on other men. I could walk into a room, pick the man I wanted, smile and he would follow me outside. The fact that he didn’t want me made me want him so much more.
Back at the beginning I was a naive, young 18 year old. A virgin at 18 doesn’t sound like the sort of life a sexual temptress like me once led does it. The truth was, I was terrified of sex. Afraid I would get it wrong; afraid I would look ridiculous, afraid I would still be a virgin at the age of 40! Yet when it was just me I was the complete opposite. I would explore my sexuality from every angle. Starting with finding the clitoris and ending with finding multiple orgasms!
Starting slow, I would build up until I reached such a sexual peak that I would explode with moans and howls, hands all over myself, waves of pleasure reaching every part of my body. To me this was heaven. I couldn’t imagine anything better. That was until I met Tom. We locked eyes on one of my rare nights out and I knew that I was going to have him. Even with my naivety and inexperience with sex, I pursued him. I wanted him to be inside me and doing all those things I could do so wonderfully to myself, to me.
He took me to his flat and I could feel the excitement rising, I was already wet with anticipation; before I’d even walked through the door.
Petrified. We walked up the stairs, his hand on the small of my back. His bed dominated the room, whether it was that big or it was just in my mind I couldn’t tell. He came up behind me and slowly pulled my top over my head. Following suit I took off my skirt as he undressed. And then he kissed me. He took my breath away. We fell noiselessly onto the bed and he kissed me some more. Hard then soft, his lips warm and wet against mine.
Then he pulled away and I reached for more and didn’t find his lips. He smiled a crooked smile and kissed me again, sliding my bra strap down my shoulders as he did so. As I reached for his lips a second time, he pulled me tight to him and unhooked my bra. Thud. It hit the floor and suddenly I was vulnerable again. Sensing my exposure, he moved down to my nipples, fondling, twisting, and circling until they were harder than I’d ever seen them. At my inhalation he put his tongue on my nipple and an unknown tingle went down my whole breast. With his hands free, he slowly moved down my stomach, tracing around the edge of my underwear. Another deep breath and his hands went up the inside of my legs and back down, tracing my labia, brushing against my clit, never touching. His hands passed through the boundaries of my underwear and pushed them to my ankles. Brushing back up my leg his fingers reached my wet slit, and he finally pushed down on my clit.
Even with all my solitary experience I had never felt anything like it. The rush of the first touch made me moan a long, high moan which he made louder with every push. He started rubbing and circling, fast then slow, hard then soft. I was writhing, screaming with ecstatic yelps of pleasure; and then the biggest sigh of all. My whole essence was tingling with the most fantastic feeling; my breathing heavy, body gleaming with sweat. That crooked smile I saw on Tom’s face earlier arrived on mine.
“I will do anything you want!”
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part 2
I was insatiable. My first deliriously erotic experience opened new doors in my mind. I was now sprinting down previously unseen corridors; chasing this incredible feeling to wherever it took me. I spent many ecstatic nights with Tom in his apartment. Trying as many different things as possible. He was just as happy to take me on this erotic journey as I was to follow him.
My desire was like a burning fire, spreading and getting more intense as time went by. One particular evening that sticks out in my mind as the most exciting started with just me. Letting myself into Tom’s apartment I sauntered towards his luxurious black leather sofa that sat on the far wall. I was hoping he would catch a glimpse of my scantily clad body, swaying from side to side as I walked across the room.
I sat, legs crossed and surveyed the scene. Tom wasn’t there. Where on earth was he? He knew I was coming. This had never happened before. A little perturbed, I walked around the room, actually taking in its contents properly for the first time. Tom was an intelligent, and well travelled young man. 24 going on 44; he seemed too wise for his age. I liked that, it made me feel like I was in safe hands. Glancing at his shelves, my eyes stopped on an old, carved wooden figurine of the most beautiful woman. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and her hands were resting on her mound, as if she was trying to hide her latent sexual desires. This reminded me of my former self and to my pleasant surprise, I felt myself getting turned on by my previous hidden desires. I glanced nervously around. I did not want Tom walking in to see me playing with myself. I couldn’t resist the unquenchable urges my body was providing me with. I slowly placed two fingers into my mouth and pulled tenderly on my budding nipples.
As I fondled them, I felt a wave of tension release from my mind. This spurred me on. I pulled my skirt, and underwear down to my ankles and very gently, started to tap the outside of my shaven lips, feeling the blood surge as the fire rose up within me. My button was just begging to be pushed, but I held out, wiping my fingers up my slit, and stopping just before. My fingers were back in my mouth, and I gave out a slight moan as I tasted my own sweet juices. This broke my vow of ignorance to my clitoris. I pushed down hard, feeling the electricity pulse through my body. I circled, getting faster as the intensity grew. As another long moan escaped my lips, I heard an echoing moan from behind me. I spun round to see Tom, completely stripped bare. Hands working his tool vigorously as he secretly watched me pleasuring myself. The shock realisation combined with my continuous finger fucking tipped me over the edge. Waves of pleasure streamed from me, my euphoric moans filling the room. Without giving me time to catch my breath, I was swept up and positioned on the arm of the sofa, legs spread wide apart; my arse exposed. A long moan emitted my lips as he filled my pussy from behind. He was fucking me with such a ravenous urge, pulling my body towards him with every powerful thrust. Getting faster and harder. His solitary need turned me on more than ever before. I loved the feeling of being used for such a starved craving. As he neared his climax, I could feel myself about to tip. We both came in the most sensual moment I had ever experienced. He collapsed on me, having overcome his raging desire in the most stupendous way I could have imagined. We were both spent. That was something I won’t forget in a hurry!
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