Allegro ma non troppo
Patricia woke up slowly. She was a bit confused, for once because she found herself in an unfamiliar room and bed, and secondly, because of the feeling between her legs. A bear paw was cupping her pussy, with a light touch, but still radiating warmth. It was Matthew's left hand that lay there, very relaxed, as he was still sleeping deeply.
Patricia's first, instinctive, reaction was to evade, but then she realized that this was not a possessive but a tender and protective gesture, coming directly from Matthew's heart. So she snuggled a bit deeper in her bedding and enjoyed the sensation.
Her mind wandered back to the previous evening, when she and Matthew had come together for the first time. It had been her initiative, after long deliberations with herself, and and based on the long term friendship between the two of them.
Patricia had wanted sex, or more particularly erotism, for a long time, and had not found a suitable partner. She had longed for touch, tenderness, and lust, but without the mating dance rituals, and with someone, who truly respected her. She also wanted to maintain her space and was not willing to make too many, if any, compromises on her live style, habits, and preferences.
This is where Matthew came in. They had known each other since long, and had become close friends over time. Despite their quite different life styles and backgrounds they had enough in common to care deeply about each other. Matthew's super powers were his loyalty, and his practical approach to all matters. Patricia could call him for help in the middle of the night, and he would come over immediately, and fix, whatever was amiss at least to the point she go to bed and get an final solution later.
So, Patricia had asked Matthew one day, if he were up to having sex with her, and they had engaged in a very grown up discussion on what they wanted and expected. Actually, it had been mainly her, who had laid out her ground rules. Matthew had asked for some clarifications, but had himself not raised any major restrictions or expectations. He was content to be with her, as long as it did not compromise their friendship. At some point, when he fully understood, what Patricia aimed for, he coined the metaphor that she saw her body as a music instrument and they together would play it to savor the resulting sound.
Patricia had been a bit amused, especially when she realized that playing an instrument required practice, practice, and more practice. When she mentioned it, they had both laughed lightheartedly.
For their first play session, they had met at Matthew's place late afternoon, and had started with a light dinner and a sip of wine. Obviously, conversation was a bit rocky, as both had other things on their mind. After dessert, they had cleared the table together, and then, there was nothing left to dodge the adventure at hand.
Matthew took the initiative. He hugged Patricia tenderly and started to caress her neck. It felt good, and she started to lean into him, hugging him as well. Matthew's hand wandered from Patricia's neck to her chest. He started to stroke the side of her breast, just with the tips of his fingers. Even through her blouse and bra it felt great. Slowly, Patricia separated from Matthew to give him the space to move his hand more to the front. He took the cue. Patricia's bust was beautiful: round, soft, and with nipples that now slightly poked through bra and blouse.
Matthew let his hand wander over one breast, and then released the hug completely to caress the second with his other hand as well. Patricia stood there, arms by her side and pushing out her chest. Matthew moved behind Patricia and cupped her breasts. He marveled the shape, and the weight, when he tenderly lifted them up. He took the nipples between thumb and index finger and rubbed them carefully. He had a rush of excitement, nervousness, and happiness. Patricia had been crystal clear about limits, including not to be rough by any means: no pinching, no slapping, no tight grips, no names calling. Matthew never had any intentions in those directions, but the way, Patricia had set the rules, made it clear to him, that she had had bad experiences before, and therefore was wary of it.
Feeling secure, Patricia started to unbutton her blouse. Her hands brushed Matthew's along the way, who let her reach the two buttons that were previously covered. She moved on, and once all buttons were undone, she untucked the blouse and turned to face Matthew as best as possible. Undoing the bra was a present to him, and so she whispered: „Your turn". Matthew gladly accepted, albeit with a new rush of nervousness. He had not had much practice in the recent years, and was a bit afraid to make a fool of himself, and to spoil the atmosphere with clumsiness. Thankfully, Patricia had chosen a bra with the clip in the back, so that it was in easy reach and natural posture. The bra came off smoothly and he tossed it aside. The now bare breasts were an even more beautiful sight. Very tenderly, he cupped them again and continued to caress Patricia's nipples. They became very hard quickly and stood erect.
Meanwhile Patricia placed her hands on Matthew's hips and started to grind her butt into him. She could feel his erection, and was carefully teasing it with the swing of her butt cheeks. She took Matthew's right hand and guided him to her crotch. She moved his hand up and down until he picked up the right pace, and joined his other hand on her left breast. They remained like that for a while, with growing excitement and arousal, and receding nervousness. It felt good, and right for both of them.
Quite naturally, Matthew's hand found its way behind Patricia's waistband, brushing her pubic hair and her panties. Patricia wore a V string that was cut a bit to short for her bush. She only had realized right before she took off to Matthew's place, when it was too late to do something about it. She had been slightly disappointed, but then had caught herself quickly: „practice, practice, practice!" The matching bra was already gone, but she still had the stockings, hold ups in matching color, which did not require a Gartner belt. Patricia could not wait longer to present her look and stepped out the embrace. She unceremoniously got rid of her pants, but put her black high heels back on. There she stood, facing Matthew, with a straight back, erect nipples, and a light green V string and matching stockings. Matthew drew in the sight of her well shaped body with the curves in the right places. Her skin was fair, her her hair raven black, as was the patch of pubics that spilled out of her V string. Patricia felt his eyes grazing her body, unable to move. She was incredibly proud of herself.
Matthew was still wearing all of his clothes. He was conscious that Patricia had not chosen him for his looks: he was quite tall, with a sturdy frame. But he was a bit overweight as well, something he always tried to hide underneath loosely cut T shirts. But now he had to leave that cover. First he opened his jeans and got rid of them. He was bare footed, in order to avoid that awkward part, when the socks were to be taken off. Leaving them on was no option either, that would not do Patricia justice: he knew for sure she would dress up for the occasion. So he stood there, wearing boxer shorts and a T shirt. The boxer shorts betrayed his erection quite clearly, and he became shy all of the sudden.
