Julia knelt by my thigh as I sat in the living room later that evening. Dinner had been simple, yet its very simplicity had made it taste even better. She was wearing a sheer forest green negligee which matched the green in her eyes while complementing the reddish highlights of her blond hair. She had surprised me with it since I hadn't known what she had packed in the bag she had brought with her. My hand stroked her hair as we enjoyed a time of silence.
"Tell me about your past. I want to hear the whole story: who, what, where, and, when of your life."
A smile came to her face only to fade into a look of sadness as I could tell she was remembering parts of her past. Undoubtedly, not all of her memories were happy ones. Leaning her head against my thigh, she began her tale for me.
"Many years ago when I first started having sex, an older lover introduced me to this style of sex. He showed me ways of pleasuring men that I hadn't even known existed, and in the process brought me to new levels of pleasure that I hadn't known could exist. I was very young and impressionable and thought that he could move the earth itself. I was willing to do anything to keep him mine. I was devastated when he was killed in an automobile accident two years ago.
Looking back it is easy to see how he awakened the urges that I didn't even know I had. I was young and probably searching for a "father" figure since I had never spent much time with my own. He easily used my emotional needs to tie me to him."
"Go on," I prompted her as I continued to stroke her soft hair. It would be good for both of us to know her full history.
"At first our sex was the same as any couple might enjoy. He would lick and suck my cunt for what seemed like hours, bringing me to climax after climax. Then we would fuck. Oh, occasionally I would lick and kiss his cock, but never enough to get him off. For me it was a perfect relationship. He supplied the security and pleasures my young ego and body needed. Then one day the bottom fell out of our relationship.
He told me he was tired of me, and there was not enough of a spark between us to hold us together any longer. I begged him not to leave me and swore I would do anything to keep him happy so he would not leave me. I realized I needed him a lot more than he probably needed me. So he put me to the test right there."
"Strip," he told me.
"I had never taken my clothes off anywhere but in the bedroom for him before, but the stern look on his face made it clear I was to do it now or never again."
"Touch your breasts," he continued after I had removed all of my clothes. "I want to watch you massage them. Feel their weight as you lift them in your hand. Roll your nipples between your fingers as you pull on them."
"I followed his instructions to the letter. It was as if I was someone else watching myself perform for him. My nipple became rock hard and super sensitive under my own administrations. I could feel myself becoming wetter and wetter between my thighs as my breathing quickened. I was on the verge of bringing myself to orgasm just from stimulating my breasts."