Encounter
8:00 p.m.
I am standing in front of her, allowing my eyes to drift over her slowly. Her posture and expression betray her shyness: we are finally alone, the door closed and locked behind us, and now that the moment has come she is nervous about taking the first step. I take it for her: moving up to her I wordlessly move her hair away from her shoulder where it has fallen, obscuring her neck, and plant slow, gentle kisses – starting from her collarbone and moving to a point behind her ear that elicits a delicious moan. All sense of shyness and trepidation evaporates, as our hands start to explore each other. Clothing is shed, and our lips now frantically seeking each other out we move to the bed still locked in our embrace. She lies on the mattress, and I on top of her. My lips move to her neck again, then downwards: at her breasts I linger, pausing to kiss, and lick, and suck both plump nipples, feeling the first harden under my tongue, and the second already fully erect. My tongue strays lower now, criss-crossing her belly, plunging downwards, but then outwards; tracing patterns on the inside of her thigh, moving tantalisingly close to its target, then drifting away. At a moan of protest, I relent, and all of a sudden I am upon her; my tongue working at her clit, the fingers of one hand working inside of her. My world is now her smell and her taste, and the feeling of her legs wrapped around my neck, and her fingers entwined around my hair pulling me inwards. Two days ago it was to my surprise that she told me that she had never had this before, and while I have plans for her, right now all I desire is to give her all of the pleasure that my hands and tongue can provide. Soon the gentle rocking of her hips becomes a desperate thrusting, and she climaxes with a shout. Shudders travel through her like aftershocks, but I am next to her now, my arms around her shoulders, my hands stroking her hair, gently holding her until the sensations subside. We kiss, her lips meeting mine greedily, and delighting in the taste of herself that still lingers.