Cliterotica

I had been chatting with Sara for several months now. We had never met and neither, I thought, were we never going to meet. Some of the chats were racy, very exciting and always arousing. She is an incredibly beautiful, sexy woman ... and she knows it. It was totally by surprise that she asked one day about hobbies I had. It wasn't long before we got onto the topic of photography and film. I do take static photographs of landscapes and buildings. I travel extensively with my job. Not as glamorous as it sounds. Yet I always take pictures of landmark buildings. Why? I have no idea. Who am I going to show them to? ...Me?

I shared a few pictures and it was nice to hear positive feedback from her. What came next, I never anticipated. "How would you like to film me shagging another guy?"

Didn't see that coming. I know she likes to act the prick-tease. She had shared videos and she was so seductive. I knew she was out of my league.

"Are you serious?" I asked. Instantly regretting the insecure nature of the question.

"Yes" she replies. Clearly and assertively.

"Well if you're up for it so am I"

"I'd like us all to meet first, to set the scene"

I agreed it was a good approach.

The day arrived. I was nervous, I don't mind admitting. I was finally going to meet my Sara. I was as excited as I was nervous. Why nervous ... Who knows!! I caught the bus from near where I live and made my way to the rendezvous at a gastropub in the nearby town. I got off at the bus and went into the bar. To settle my nerves, I had a pint before meeting. Meeting? I still had no idea what she looked like, although she had my spare phone number. She would contact me inside the venue. She might tease me and be in there. Sending me messages to excite me. Tempt me. Deny me.

I sat on one of the tables to the right and took out my two phones. The one I use for business and the one for very private chats. I could see the door and observe people entering. The place was half empty. An appropriate comment on my sex life. I had three emails to respond to. Two I would deal with when I got home. One was asking for advice and a ball-park quote for some writing. As I replied, I saw a man enter the bar. Then another. They knew each other. Then another entered, headed towards a table near the front of the bar and sat down. He seemed a little edgy and looked out of the window in a very obvious way. He looked around the bar and before he saw me observing, my eyes hurriedly returned to my screen.

I drank my pint, steady away and sent the reply to the client. I didn't realise it, but I had finished the pint. I checked my watch. She was late. I expected nothing less. It is a lady's prerogative. I left my jacket on the chair and made my way to the bar and ordered a second pint. The bar was getting busier now. It was a popular place. As I returned to the table, I noticed that the window watcher had been joined by a lady. Medium height with shoulder length dark brown hair. She was wearing a coat but my eyes were drawn to her calf and ankles. They reflected back. Her court shoes were black, patent, elegant and with a heel that sculpted her calf most exquisitely.

She turned and looked in my direction. We both knew.

"Hi Steve"

OMG!! That voice. So subtle, sultry, sexy, measured but above all mesmerising.

"Sara. You look nice". Is that it? ... you look nice ... was that the best I could come up with? Well done Steve! She's already melting at your words!!! Not.

She smiled as she looked away. We both knew it was nerves.

The window watcher, probably feeling a little left out and not to be outdone, pipes up

"Here Sara. Let me take your coat"

He walked around the table to be behind her. She put her bag down on the table as she divested herself of her coat.

What a sight. She was wearing her red dress which fitted where it touched. Her gorgeous breasts, her exquisite hips and those amazing legs. I tried not to stare like a stupid schoolboy, but I was spellbound.

"Karl, this Steve. Steve, this is Karl. I have spoken about you both but never together." Her impish smile said all that needed to be said.

"Nice to meet you Karl " I offered my hand and received a limp handshake in return.

I turned to Sara. " And it's lovely to finally meet yourself" and we both offered kisses to each other's cheeks.

"Where are you sitting?" she asked. "Come join us"

"Just over there" I pointed, and with that I went to retrieve my coat.

When I got back to her table, she was seated. Karl was at the bar, buying a drink for Sara and himself.

"Karl didn't know about you until a few moments ago. I wanted to surprise him." That voice again. I was putty in her hands. I tried to show some semblance of control.

"Good job I already had a beer. Is he going to be alright?" I asked.

She looked into my eyes smiling and uttered, "Darling, he'll just have to be". I've heard a voice similar before.

Karl came back with a glass of red for Sara and what looked like a sparkling mineral water for himself. Maybe he was driving. Maybe he was trying to make a point to me. He wasn't endearing himself to me. He tried to monopolise the conversation between Sara and himself. I just went along with it. From the sounds of things, he had a Porsche dealership nearby. Although I got the feeling he was slightly exaggerating.

We chatted for about 30 minutes. I even contributed, when allowed.

Karl announced he needed to pay a call. Sara turned to me when he was out of sight and put her hand on my knee. I simply covered it with my hand. It seemed so natural an act.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"You look as stunning as I thought you would. Yer man doesn't seem too keen on myself"

"Don't worry about him. He doesn't share very well" she smiled as she looked down to her drink.

"How will he cope with me filming you both?" I asked genuinely.

"He'll cope. Will you?"

"I'll cope" I announce confidently.

"I want you naked. I want to see your reaction as I fuck another man and it's not you. I want to see how hard you get, knowing that you won't be unloading in my pussy"

She doesn't hold back!!

"I'm fine being naked. Maybe I won't get hard. I am professional in all my endeavours and I want to do a good job filming. However, I suspect that I will get hard. So hard I'll pop. Who wouldn't when such beauty is on display. It's all about you Sara."

This made her smile so seductively. I could feel myself getting hard already.

"Thank you. You are a gentleman" and with that she leaned over and kissed me gently on the cheek. I was definitely getting hard at this point.

Karl came back just as she kissed me. He wasn't expecting to see that. She was right about him not sharing.

"Looks like I shouldn't leave you too alone together." What a jerk! I'm beginning to take dislike to this ignorant creature. He tried to smile as he said it, but it was too late. What does Sara see in this guy?

The conversation drifted on for another 15 minutes. I was frankly getting bored of the banality. I sensed Sara wasn't fully engaged in it either.

She then took control of the situation by announcing it was time to go. I thought that meant we would just drift our own way. Nothing discussed. Nothing agreed. Nothing happening.

"I want to go back to my flat. I want to see what you two can do."

"How far away is your flat?" I ask Sara, innocently.

"Just around the corner" answers Karl. Idiot! I'm definitely not warming to this guy.

We all get up. Karl ensures he holds Sara's coat for her to slip into. I begin walking to the door and wait outside for the others.

"This way" Sara instructs and begins walking away from town. I follow dutifully, not knowing what's coming next. After three or four turns, we arrive at her flat which is part of a small elegant block. She enters the passcode and goes through the gate with us two following. Into the block and up the stairs. Nothing was said on the journey between ourselves until we enter her flat.

The first thing that struck me was the light, the sensual smell of the flowers. The light airy decor. Off white walls, plain dark flooring. I hung my coat up in the hallway and followed through to the lounge. Sara's coat was draped over the back of a chair next to the table. Now I could see her shapely body covered by the red dress. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was talking to Karl about something. I didn't register anything she said. The elegant shoes. The perfectly shaped calf. The womanly curves that followed her beautiful lines up her thighs to her sumptuous hips. The close fitting material just further emphasises her gorgeous, full breasts. She is a vision of perfection. Every man's dream.

"Ok boys. Here's how it works. I want you to undress.. totally." She deliberately let that linger. Not for my benefit.

"Steve. This is the camera I want you to use. No face shots under any circumstances. Are we clear?" I nodded.

"Well then? What are you waiting for?" She asks, looking first at Karl and then at me.

"Clothes off boys!"

She is enjoying being in control. I start by undoing my shoes and removing socks. I look over at Karl. He seems to be following my lead. Sara is fully clothed and prowling around both of us like a caged tiger. Ready to pounce at any moment. She isn't smiling, but observing.

"And the rest" she demands.

I loosen the cufflinks on my shirt sleeves and begin unbuttoning my shirt. Sara is now standing in front of me. Now she is smiling. I continue as she stands opposite Karl. Both are grinning. The earlier tension seems to be lifting. I deposit my shirt on top of my shoes as she begins walking towards me. I hope she likes what she sees.

She reaches out and strokes my chest, letting her fingers linger on my nipples. Encircling them. Raising my excitement. Like the naive idiot I am, I reach out to touch her.

"No. Not yet" she chides.

I unbuckle my belt and trousers and let them slide down my legs. I step out of them, pick them up and fold them and leave them with the shirt. Karl is in a similar state of undress. I am getting hard now. He drops his briefs and I now see what Sara sees in him. He is a big boy. I sense that I am holding back. I look at Sara. She is smiling. In full control of the situation and she is clothed. She simply raises her eyebrows. I begin sliding my briefs down. I am of average size, but I do know that my shape pleases Sara.

I open the camera and point at Sara and Karl. He walks towards her and holds her by the hand. He doesn't kiss her. I would. She is ravishing. He begins undressing Sara. No emotion. Very strange. I sense she is going along with it. I know I am to act as a silent observer and film discreetly. I want to speak to Sara and share with her what I would like to do, but I can't. In my mind I could only imagine the following being whispered in her ear from me to her:

I am undressing you.. slowly... Kissing you as my hands unbuttoned your blouse and it slid down your arms to the floor. The soft warm feeling of your skin against my palms as I slowly slid my hands up and down your velvety smooth arms.

Karl is very procedural. He doesn't kiss Sara or show any warmth towards her. She won't let him hold her and she is still dressed. She takes off her dress and beneath she is wearing a red silken bra that is struggling to hold her.

I let my fingers sit beneath your bra straps as I slide them down your arms and let your arms slip out of them. Your arms freed, wrap around my neck as our kissing intensifies.

I reach behind you and unclasp your bra. You pull back to allow it to fall to the floor and you press your beautiful soft body against my bare chest. I can feel your nipples pushing against me as our tongues combine and our passion rises 😈

Your hands release me and slide down my neck and join with my hands.

We stand there on the precipice together... Staring into each other's eyes.. wanting the pleasure to come to never end... Just wanting each other.

I film the dress being taken off and thrown on a chair. She is not wearing any knickers. Instead she is wearing silver shimmering tights which frame every delicious contour of her legs and midriff so beautifully. To cap it all, the tights are crotchless.

You guide my hands upwards towards your exquisite beasts and my hands cup your beautiful mounds of desire... Your nipples nesting in that space between my thumb and forefinger... I gently squeeze... Your breathing intensifies..... We kiss longingly.... I squeeze again.... You release my hands but they stay firmly delivering pleasure. I reluctantly release your breasts from my selfish delightful captivity and slide them up to the side of your face. I cup your beautiful face in my hands, your eyes close as I once more gently press my lips against yours and kiss you.... feeling your soft lips against mine... feeling your breath against my face... taking in every second enjoying seeing your beauty framed by my hands.

You are not wearing knickers but instead are wearing garter tights. I can see the smooth outline of your pussy and delicate lips. I will be kissing them. The silver sheer lycra beautifully frames your legs, adding to the perfectly sculpted lines. You are more than sexy. More than beautiful. I am your servant and I want you 😈😈

I zoom in on her shaved, smooth pussy. I can feel my cock rigid. Twitching. I take a few deep breaths and feel the energy from my erection pass and subside.

You slide your hands to my front and take my cock in your hand and then cup my balls. I am going to pop any minute if I'm not careful. You squeeze my balls gently and then take my head into your mouth. I feel your lips encase my head. I cannot hold back and twitch. Your tongue circles my head and slides over my eye as you taste my precum. My hands are resting on your scalp. I want you to continue. I want to pleasure you. You sense my dilemma and release me.

She takes off her bra and throws it with her dress. This just seems brutal to me. The perfect woman, a well hung man, yet no emotion...

"Lick me" I hear Sara ask. "Lick my pussy till I cum"

Karl says nothing and grabs her breasts, cupping them roughly in his hands.

"Lick my pussy. Tease my clit. Slide my little hood back and make me cum!"

"A pussy is for dick, not lick" he answers. Is this guy for real? What a moron!!!

I pause the camera. Sara is not best pleased. Sara's demeanour changes. She grabs his cock and begins jerking him. He is enjoying it, but I can't help pitying him. He is missing out. Licking a lady to a frenzy is one of life's delights. Sara knows what she is doing. He is trying to encourage her to felate him. She is having nothing of it. He has no self control. He won't last. She grabs his briefs off the floor and just as he cums, she catches it in his briefs. I smile at what she's done. She has been as procedural as he was.

Sara and I just stare at each other. Our thoughts are telepathic. We both know that I will do as she asked and will enjoy doing it for her. I know that she will only let me join our bodies together if I totally please her. We understood each in that five second visual exchange.

I drop the camera on the floor. Hmmmm - the filming can wait. She knew I would be racked with desire for her whilst filming. Now I will be her answer to her quest for pleasure.

We walk towards each other as Karl sits down at the table.

My hands join with hers. Our fingers interlock. I lean towards her face.

I kiss her gently on her forehead.

I kiss her gently on her nose.

I kiss her lovingly on her lips and thoroughly enjoy every second. Our lips part.

I kiss her chin with my teeth covered by my lips.

I kiss her in the well of her neck and under her chin, working my way to the other side.

Her breathing is going deeper.

I kiss all along her shoulders, either side.

We make our way to the settee and she reclines and I straddle her over her thighs.

My face kisses the area below her chin, on her chest.. again and again... So soft

I cannot hold back. I open my lips over her right nipple and suckle gently, feeling her body stiffen and hearing her breathing accelerate.

Her low gentle moan of pleasure is all I need to hear to let my tongue roll round her nipple, encouraging it to become ever harder.

Reluctantly I relinquish her nipple and move to its equally excited partner. I suckle on her softness, amazed at the hardness and the passion clearly coursing through her beautiful body.

Having enjoyed listening to her breathing gain in intensity and her nipples now so hard, I again reluctantly relinquished it and kissed the wonderful curvature between her breasts. I now move off her and kneel in front of her.

I kiss her several times all over her gloriously soft tummy, working my way south to give her the exquisite and delightful pleasure she asked for.

My hands and hers separate. My hands slide over her hips, feeling the silken exciting texture of her tights as I moved my face towards her shaven pussy😈. Her scent is blowing my mind. My face reaches its heavenly destination. My hands sit flat either side of her pussy and my thumb's slide gently with purpose towards her succulent pussy lips, where my tongue is about to start work.

Her legs are parted further, the lips are glistening at the pleasure to come. Welcoming me to deliver that pleasure. My tongue makes contact and a spark of desire ignites within her as my tongue purposefully and gently slides upwards from the bottom of her pussy, teasing her as it begins its erotic journey. She is moist and her juices combine with mine. My tongue slides deeper into her. I feel the quiver of expectation slide up her spine.

My tongue slides up towards her pleasure spot. It slides back down slowly, inserting itself inside her, eliciting further juice from her in response to the pleasure.

I feel my cock throbbing with excitement at the pleasure she is feeling. My thumbs join in and gently part her lips to further expose her sex to me. My tongue slides deeper inside her. As I come out, I let the underside of my tongue slide seductively over her clitoris, creating another shudder of delight in her body.

The different texture of the underside of my tongue excites her with every slow, loving, erotic movement.

My thumbs move north and press seductively either side of her clitoris. Her moans are pure delight. I am so pleased. My thumbs now slowly and gently peel back the soft flap of skin covering her clitoris. It is now fully exposed. My tongue gently flicks over the top, eliciting more moans of delight. I slide my tongue all around it, encircling it, flicking across the top in order to bring her to her peak. Her pussy begins thrusting towards me. I can sense it won't be long. I want her to wait and withdraw my tongue. Now I am in control.

"Deep breaths. Draw in a long slow breath" I breath slowly and deeply and encourage her to do likewise.

"Hold that energy. Feel it course up your body. Push your tongue against the roof of your mouth. Breathe deeply. Feel that energy flowdown to your tummy. Breathe. Feel your sexual space flood. Breathe". All the time I am breathing deeply with her.

Once she has calmed, my hands move up her body and cup her breasts once more. A gentle squeeze on her nipples and my hand begin sliding down her body once more. Over her hips. Across the top of her thighs. Enjoying every wonderful, sensuous moment. Her eyes are closed, a smile covers her lips. She knows that I am serious about her pleasure and will deliver.

My left thumb moves over her clitoris, gently stroking and massaging her pleasure spot. Her moans are deep and delightful to hear. With my right hand I slide slowly and carefully my middle two fingers. Slowly in and out. In. Out. I know what and where my true prize lies. I synchronise my insertions with massages across her clitoris. Her moans are speeding up.