Epsilon

Epsilon

I had set up a date with Epsilon several weeks ago; she had asked if we could meet Friday evening, since she had classes on Saturday and Sunday, and usually stayed over at her lover's on Saturday night. Friday was doable, but would have to be a little later. A week before we were to meet, she called me again, asking if we could meet Saturday evening after all. My schedule had changed, so this worked out well for me as well.

She called me when she got home from school, at around 6:45. "I've just opened a beer, but I'm ready whenever you get here." I picked her up at 7:15; she greeted me with a big, very affectionate hug. We had not, we realized, seen each other in almost eight months. I opened the door of my car for her, closed it behind her, and got in myself. She suggested Torrense, a Portuguese place near where she lived; with her navigating, we got there in about ten minutes.

We were seated at a table for five, the two of us huddled together against the wall. I ordered grilled squid, she, salmon. Our waitress recommended a very nice bottle of red wine, and brought us a small plate of black olives and a basket of bread. I had forgotten how much Epsilon loves olives; she ate almost twenty of them to my five. She fed me the last one, putting it into my mouth seductively, and asked for more. Meanwhile, we drank the wine. It was quite nice, really; between the wine and the company, this was shaping up to be a nice evening. After a glass or two of wine, the shyness we were feeling from our eight months apart had melted away into a warm glow. We held hands, flirted gently, and relaxed together.

Afterwards, we went to a nearby bar where one of her friends was having a small party. We walked arm-in-arm, prolonging the contact started in the restaurant. She introduced me to her friends, and the bunch of us chatted companionably for about an hour or so. Epsilon drank a little more wine, and I ordered us each a Perrier; I was driving, and wished to get both her and myself to our respective homes safely. Soon, it was time to leave. Epsilon had class Sunday morning too, and I didn't want to leave her too tired to study. We headed back to my car. She held my arm more closely. We got into my car, and started the too-brief drive back to her place. This lovely evening would be over soon.

"You've never seen my place, have you?" she asked me.

I hadn't.

"Come by tonight. I feel like having Earl Grey, and it's always nicer with company."

This sounded nice to me too. I did enjoy her company, and was also starting to feel quite turned on. Even cloth against cloth can be do it for me, if the right woman is wearing the cloth. But my intentions were strictly honourable; nothing could happen if I just went with her for a cup of tea?

"Turn right here, and park around back in one of the Visitor's spots."

I parked, and we got out of the car. I took her hand, and she led me to the door. She ushered me in, we stepped into the elevator, and went up to her floor. We got to her place, and went inside. I took off my shoes, and followed her into the kitchen. She put on the kettle and excused herself. I sat down on one of her chairs, and my eyes followed her as she walked down to her bedroom. She passed out of my sight briefly, but soon returned. She had changed into flannel pyjamas. She was clearly tired; it was a good thing I had no intention of misbehaving.

We talked, about nothing in particular, while the water heated. I didn't let myself look at her too closely, or too long - she looked particularly good in her pyjamas, but I didn't think I should be caught staring. Soon, the water was boiling, and she got up to make the tea. I took advantage of the opportunity to stare at her - her shape was even more pleasing from behind than from the front.

She prepared the tea. No teabags in mugs for her; she was a traditionalist. Loose Marriage Frères tea in a tea ball and a preheated teapot. She turned towards me.

"This brand takes a while to steep, but it is richer than any other tea I've ever tasted."

Her top button had come undone while she was making the tea. The additional glimpse this gave me was very promising; I could feel my pants starting to bulge. I forced my eyes up toward hers. She was smiling. I thought I had better say something; I didn't like the feeling that I was taking advantage of her in any way.

"I think one of your buttons has come undone."

"I wonder how that happened."

She said it evenly, almost nonchalantly. She yawned, stretched, and flexed her back. I saw a flash of aureoles on what looked like two of the most perfectly shaped breasts I had ever seen. I am not normally much of a 'breast man,' but something had apparently come over me. This was clearly an attempt to seduce me, and normally, it wouldn't have worked - but for some reason, it was.

She came and sat back down beside me.

"Would you like to see more?"

Who wouldn't? I nodded, barely. My throat felt dry.

"Why don't you undo the next button or two? I'm not sure how much you want to see."

Her intentions were clear, but I have to admit I was charmed by the apparent innocence of her words. I reached up, gently, and undid the bottom button of her shirt. I was no longer looking at her chest; her smile and her eyes fascinated me now. My fingers moved up to undo the next button. Only one to go. I paused to let the excitement between us build. Tried to think of something classy, or at least neutral, to say.

"I am having a wonderful evening."

It was lame, but true.

"So am I, Sweetie, and I think it's going to get even better!"

I undid the last button, and let my hand glide over to her breast. It was soft, and warm, and it excited a very primitive part of my malehood. I paused a moment and inhaled, deeply, through my nose. She smelled nice.

"Let me get the tea." Strangely, this didn't kill the moment. I slid my hands to her shoulders and helped her shrug her top off as she stood. She was still smiling.

I watched her walk across the room. Actually, I stared this time. I didn't feel like an intruder anymore. She poured us each a cup, and returned. She was comfortable and confident in her state of semi-nudity. She knew men, and knew the power a woman can have over a man.

She sat back down beside me, closer this time. I leaned over and gently kissed her, cupping her breasts with my hands. She kissed back, not so gently. It was a lovely kiss, affectionate, passionate, and wet. A part of me wanted it to go on forever, but the fire building in my loins was telling me it would soon be time to move lips toward her breasts. I worked my way downward slowly, kissing her chin, lingering over her neck. I kissed her at the top of her breast bone, then slid over and down to her nipple. I circled it with my tongue, teasing her with a gentle, feathery touch. Her nipple was hard; I put my lips over it, and sucked, still letting my tongue circle her. A sigh of appreciation escaped her lips. "Wonderful," I think she whispered, but her voice trailed off before she finished the word. She was enjoying this even more than I was.

While I was distracting her, I started undoing my own belt and pants. I have become quite deft at undoing all sorts of buckles, buttons, and zippers with whatever hand is free - a talent that comes in useful more often than I would have thought in my more innocent years. I was very soon naked from the waist down - and she had no idea. I had even taken off my socks.

I was rock hard by now, but there was no need to rush into any thing. I could wait; there was no way she was going to let me leave without finally consummating our long-standing friendship! I pulled back, and slipped out of my own shirt. We had a few perfect seconds of romance, just looking into each other's eyes and smiling, saying nothing.

I pushed her back onto the sofa, and gently pulled down her pants. No protests, not that I had expected any. She was lying naked on front of me

"Would you like to spoon?" I asked.

"Sure!" Her voice had become deep, husky.

I stood, while she lowered herself onto her side on the sofa, then I slid in behind her. I suspected I could bear her weight against me more easily than she could bear mine. I cuddled up right behind her, and draped my arm over her side. My hand edged back up to her breasts, while I inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. I kissed the nape of her neck while my fingers toyed with her nipples. She separated her legs slightly, and my hardness poked through. I was not inside her, but I was close enough for the time being. I promised myself that I would make her mine before the end of the evening. For now, I was content to gently rock my pelvis back and forth and rub the head of my manhood gently against her soft, wettening lips. She sighed again.

My hand fell to her crotch. I reached a little further back to steal some of our wetness, and gently ran my finger around. She flinched, slightly, without saying anything. She was clearly a very sensitive woman. I collected more lubricant, and circled my finger even more gently. I felt completely attuned to her; I made sure she would have found a feather rougher than I was.

We lay like that for quite a while, enjoying each other's body heat, scent, and wetness. As my finger worked its way back and forth and around her nether-regions, I felt her breathing deeply, as if she was trying to bring as much oxygen as possible to her excitement. I decided it was time to show her some of my other talents.

I hoisted myself up and rolled my body over her. I slipped down with my knees on the floor, put my face over her, and inhaled her scent. I was in heaven, momentarily transfixed by the dreamy smell. I kissed the lower part of her belly, and slid my head down to kiss the front of her hips. As I reached her upper thighs, she sighed again. She was definitely ready for the next stage!

I grabbed some pillows, and placed them under her lower back. Gently, I pushed her legs apart, exposing her most intimate and beautiful secret. I angled my head down, and started licking her. First came broad circles around the perimeter; I always enjoyed ramping up slowly. I guess I am quite a tease, really, but no woman has ever objected!

Soon, my tongue was caressing the parts of her I had been rubbing against. I loved the taste of our combined essences; the indescribable salty, musky, oily, sweet, and very exciting flavours of the physical expression of love. I relished the closeness, the scent, the taste. I have always loved the incredible intimacy conveyed by giving oral sex.

Apparently she was enjoying it too! Another low moaning sigh escaped her. Time to move on, before she got bored. I stuck a finger inside her, as deep as I could, and bent up and back towards me. As I massaged her, I gently pushed downward on her belly with my other hand. She gasped in surprise; I could feel her body tensing from the unusual sensations I was provoking. I kept going; I could feel the slipperiness around my hand increase - we wouldn't need any kind of artificial lubricant tonight!

She whispered to me. "I need you inside me." I needed that too. I was indescribably turned on, by her desire and her excitement as well as by her mind and her soul. I pulled my hand away from her, and stood to position myself. She gasped when she saw how excited I was. No one has ever suggested that I am anything less than well-endowed - this gives me a certain confidence in dealing with women - and today, our little preliminary session had really revved up my engines. I knelt over her, positioned myself, and slid gently inside. She was warm and welcoming. She slid back on the sofa, and I lowered myself onto her. I smiled as my face came level with hers. She smiled back, in a dreamy sort of way. I could barely feel my thrusting, she was so wet, but she seemed able to feel me.

I've always found it a challenge to be with a woman I like a lot, especially the first time. I usually feel a lot of pressure to impress, but at the same time, the excitement of being able to show how I feel sweeps over me, and finishes things more quickly than I like. I took it easy. Gentle strokes, but deep. I could feel disaster was near. She was smiling up at me. I paused on the in-thrust.

"Let me catch my breath a moment."

She knew what I was really up to. "It's okay, Sweetie; you can finish up."

I went back to it; in my enthusiasm, my slow, rhythmic thrusts were becoming less controlled, faster. We both knew what was coming.

"Harder!" She encouraged me. She was still smiling. I think she was having a good night!

It happened. I lay against her, and she put her arms around me, enjoying the feel of my body shaking as it exploded into her. We sighed, as one, and I kissed her and pulled away. I went into the guest bathroom to wash myself off, and when I returned, she was sitting up, still naked. We cuddled together and drank our tea. I was exhausted, but very happy. So was she.