It was the first time. We'd been together for 6 engaging months and we'd had our share of sexual encounters but this was the first time she had completely surrendered herself to me. I sat in an armchair in near darkness, pondering over a glass of wine, looking back with fascination at the sheer artistry of life. It was surreal. It was beyond my imagination that such perfection could come dancing into my life through the ether of randomness and time.
I looked over the room, still in mild chaos from our encounter. Nothing but pillows and Desiree were left on the bed. She relaxed there naked, either gazing out the wall of windows or dozing. I couldn't tell which.
A mild breeze came through the open french doors off of the ocean a good 60 feet or so below. My large, sprawling apartment was the third floor of a building which perched on a cliff overlooking a rocky shoreline. I'd always wanted to hear the waves from my home, and their constant crashing against the rocks below had become an addiction for me. It was the music in the background of my world.
Tonight, the melody to that beat was what captured my thoughts. With an unexpected natural flow, Desiree and I had grown to a most satisfying place in our relationship and I had the comforting sense that she felt the same way.
It started earlier that day, only a few hours before. I was on my knees, straddling her belly, twirling the sash of my robe around her wrists and holding it bound tight in my fist. She tugged against the restraint, but I was insistent. Our gaze locked together. I may have even seen a hint of fear in her eyes, but as I nodded my head slowly she let her slim, naked body begin to relax. Her resistance melted away but her deep breaths became more rapid. I looked down at her breasts heaving under me. My god, she looked beautiful. My semi-flaccid cock, laying against her stomach began to grow.
"Are you ok?" I spoke softly.
A look of mild confusion crossed her face. I pulled more tightly on the sash. Her eyes widened a little. I was finally pushing her boundaries, but she nodded in acceptance and answered in her soft, deep, beautifully feminine voice. "Yes Steve, I'm ok."
I'd waited long enough. I had kept my desires suppressed too long already. Any longer and it would become false. I would be faking it. There was no sense in proceeding further in our relationship without deep honesty, and I sensed that tonight was the time. I'd coaxed her along, acknowledging her need to build her confidence long enough. Tonight I would not hold back.
6 months prior, we'd met as a few friends and I were barbecuing on the beach. We were having a great time and my buddies were engaged in their typical obnoxious flirting with the group of girls next to us. The girls must have been high, because they were falling for every line. All of them, except for Desiree. I watched her. Desiree was friendly and fun, but she rebuffed every advance that Tony made. She sidestepped Ron's fake attempt to run into her as he caught a football. She politely accepted a beer from Joe, chatting with him just long enough to finish the beer and be friendly before excusing herself to the ladies room which was a good five minute walk away.
I pounced, taking the opportunity to introduce myself and offer to walk with her. I fully expecting her to deftly avoid my advance, but she accepted. We hit it off instantly and spent the next couple of hours chatting as I learned all that she was willing to offer about herself, responding in kind with the details of my own crazy world.
She was absolutely gorgeous with long black hair in a loose braid down her back. Her blue eyes stood out against a light tan. She was tall and slender with long muscular legs leading the way to a full, round ass covered only by the thin, black string of her thong. The counterpart to her thong was a skimpy, black top which barely contained ample breasts. She had no hint of tan line. Her smooth skin maintained its soft brown tone from head to toe. In short, she was a knockout.
We quickly became absorbed in each other, easily growing comfortable. She was soft spoken and witty, flirtatious but not easy, gorgeous but not slutty. She carried herself like royalty, full of grace. To look at her in her tiny bikini, you might think she was loose and easy but that only downplayed her quick wit and confident attitude. We chatted, played in the surf, and got mildly drunk as we began to warm up to each other. I was drawn to her personality and beauty.
It was a fun day which waned into a warm evening with a gentle breeze blowing in off of the ocean. While the sun sank our friends were still partying. Desiree and I sat watching them, laughing quietly at their inebriated tumblings over each other in their quests to get laid. From the look of it, they were likely to find success. Without a word, Desiree suddenly jumped to her feet and grabbed my hand, pulling me in the direction of the sea. She held on, dragging me into the surf past the shallow, warm waves where we bobbing up and down, playing some spontaneous version of tag until she wrapped her arms around my neck, her gorgeous full tits almost pressed into my face. I must have appeared startled because she chuckled before she spoke.
"I never do this."
No sooner had the words escaped her lips, than she planted a kiss on my lips. I needed no further encouragement. For half the day I had been searching for an opening that wouldn't scare his amazing creature away, and had resolved to take my time, feeling for her pace. This change was most welcome.
I felt myself getting hard as she pressed her body against mine. I knew she could feel it too. We kissed long and passionately until we lost our balance in the surf. Picking her up by her thighs, I waded into the shallower water, holding her against me with one arm as the other held the back of her head and we kissed again.
The ice was broken. We spent the rest of the evening migrating to my hotel room where we were alone, exploring each other's bodies until we went to dinner. After dinner we hit the hotel hot tub, showered and proceeded to fuck each other until we passed out, our bodies tangled together as the sun rose again.
That was how we got started. We ended up sleeping most of the next day away together. As the next few months flew by it only got better. We found that we both liked similar foods, the same wide varieties of reading, music, movies, wine... We wanted much of the same things from each other. Friendship, companionship, fun, and an excess of extremely hot sex became intuitive for us. The only hitch I had found was that I had kinks like crazy, and she was, until now, fairly inexperienced and nervous about exploring the deeper art of sexuality which had been commonplace for me until I met her. I was open. I didn't hide it, and she didn't reject it as a whole, but as time went on, I learned that only a slow, honest and caring approach would reassure her enough for me to ease her into submission to my sexual whims.
