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I printed her postal label the but didn’t go around to her apartment on the following night. I waited until mid week, when I felt certain she would be alone.
She made some drinks, glasses of Southern Comfort, put a Barry White CD in the player, and sat opposite me, looking fantastic, like she always does. She wore skin tight jeans, ankle boots and a silky short sleeved blouse open at the front. It was loose enough to see a dark bra underneath. We talked about this and that and once again everything seemed to be very proper. I was starting to think that I had read too much into what she was saying a few days earlier.
After a while she joined me on the sofa as we looked through a brochure, still sipping our drinks. We got closer and eventually I took her free hand and gave it a little squeeze.
We held hands for a while and talked about about how close we felt we had become recently. She said that she had maybe said too much the other night and hoped I didn’t mind. I told her that I’d loved it and that it had turned me on. The inevitability of the encounter moved in on us. Being so close to her was intoxicating. I held her hand up to my lips and kissed it as I looked longingly into her eyes.
Isabella was the one to eventually give into the desire that we both felt. She launched herself at me and kissed me hard and breathlessly.
She stopped herself for a moment, twice, and said, ‘Sorry. Sorry for kissing so hard.’
I was so surprised at her passion and urgency. But I didn’t want her to hold back. It was so exciting to see a sexy woman losing control of herself. I kissed back hard too and she straddled my thigh and rubbed herself hard on it as we kissed. We held onto each other as though our lives depended on it. She only had one hand free, the other still holding onto her drink. I held her small body tight and handled her small round cheeks roughly, pushing her harder onto my thigh as she noisily had an orgasm, only a minute or two into our first ever proper kiss.
‘Oh wow, oh God.’ We were breathless and still kissing as we said these words. We didn’t stop caressing, kissing and grinding our bodies together, like we were trying to occupy the same space. It soon built up in her again. I could feel her tensing up and I told her again she was amazing as she came again, shuddering and pushing hard against my leg as she cried out.
We stared into each other’s eyes, still kissing. She said ‘I can’t believe I’ve come twice already. I’m so wet.’
I laughed and told her again that she was amazing, thinking that I had to find another word. But amazing seemed so right. I held her so tightly in disbelief. I was so happy and told her so. I took her drink from her hand and placed it on the floor.
‘I nearly threw that all over you. I don’t know how I didn’t,’ she said. We laughed and kissed some more.
The flood gates we now open and we both knew it. We stared into one another’s eyes and recognised each other as lovers. So many years of frustrated desire, now finally in the open. We were excited for what we had started and exhilarated by the whirlwind of passion that had been unleashed.
She said she had to go to the loo. She was so wet she was worried she would wet herself, she told me. Something in my response made her ask if that was something that I’d like, an early indicator of her wild side that I would come to adore and admire. I said that anything goes when you get so excited.
She went anyway, leaving me alone for a moment, telling me to get another drink.
I was in the kitchen when she came out, having helped myself to more spirit. I took out the CD that had been on in the background, saying that Barry had served his purpose. Without a doubt he had featured in a million seductions at least, but none quite like this one, I reflected. I put a Stylistics CD on in its place, thinking it was more romantic than Barry’s sleazy groove.
Still dizzy from what had happened we went back in the living room and sat kissing and cuddling for a minute before she said, ‘Let me get my . . . ‘ and went out to her bedroom.
I knew what she was referring to and laughed saying, ‘Yes, I want to see you use them.’ She came back with the three little bullet vibrators in her hand and offered them to me.
‘Try one’, she said. ‘Feel how powerful they are.’
I switched one on a felt it’s fierce and urgent vibrations. She took it and first touched the tip of my nose with it, and then the lump in the front of my trousers. I took it and ran it along her thigh over her tight jeans. She instantly responded to it and pushed back, groaning almost instantly. As soon as I held it over her pussy she began to grind hard against it. She surprised me yet again by grabbing hold of her ankle and holding it up high. She shuddered and cried out as she came again. I didn’t want to stop so I carried on rubbing her through her jeans with the little vibrator and kissed her until she had another climax.
I had been longing to see her breasts and to hold and kiss them. For years. And here we were, she’d had multiple orgasms and I still hadn’t touched them. We were both fully dressed, if a bit dishevelled, and looking like we had just had full on sex together.
I didn’t want to wait one moment longer. First I put my hand into her blouse and reached down into the cup of her bra. She looked very pleased and urged me on. I held a perfectly round breast and squeezed it gently. I told her I had waited so long for this moment and that her breasts were beautiful. She helped me to reveal the other as I marvelled at their perfection, kissing them, pinching one soft pink nipple and then the other.
‘Oh babe, they are perfect’, I said. ‘And so youthful.’ I kissed and squeezed them, looking up at her face, so full of pleasure. She had no tan lines, was a lovely warm honey colour from head to toe. I felt I was in heaven.
‘Oh my god, you are amazing, I am so lucky,’ I kept telling her. I had never known such a highly sexed woman. It was like a dream come true.
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