We met last year at a Christmas party, her wit and sense of humor matched mine perfectly. After the party, we exchanged emails and often talked on the phone, getting to know each other intimately. Both married, it started as a friendship, meeting for coffee or lunch and eventually turned into something much, much more. One of her emails sticks in my mind, "I need to supplement a portion of my life that's empty. I'm not into boys, I prefer a mature, charming, sensual man that is very oral." When I read that, a smile crossed my face, after all I am mature, charming (well, really not sure on this one), sensual and very, very oral.
After that email, we exchanged many more and talked on the phone for weeks before finally decided to get together. When the day of our date arrived, I was extremely anxious and nervous, anticipating the upcoming tryst. Yet I was also fearful, fearful that I wouldn't please her. As the rendezvous approached, I wanted to drive past her house, just to be close yet I also wanted to call and cancel. Oh, the dichotomy.
Finally the time arrived and I'm at her door, knocking. Butterflies are everywhere inside me but I knew this were meant to be. Wow, it seemed like forever before she responded and the butterflies turned to condors. Finally the door opens and I enter slowly, cautiously, not completely sure what to expect. The room's dark, lit only with candles as soft music plays in the background. I strain my eyes searching for her, finally locating her as the door closes behind me.
Wow, I'm awe struck, mesmerized by what can only be described as a goddess. I knew she was beautiful but I didn't have a true appreciation of how sensual and sexy she was. About 5'4" with long, silky, brunette hair almost to her shoulders, beautiful green eyes that seemed to be glowing and a Cheshire grin on a sensual mouth made for kissing. She's dressed in semi-transparent baby doll top with matching panties and she's barefoot. Her partially visible body, completely hairless, could easily be described as statuesque with large, perky 36C's, a toned midsection around 26", and hips made for loving, probable around 33" or 34".
She's nervous, after all this is a first for both of us. She starts to speak but I put a finger to her lips, reach out and pull her body to mine. Our lips meet for the first time in a passionate, sensual, tender kiss. "Yes" ran through my mind as I realized that my first impression was correct, her lips are made for kissing. Her arm circle my body as I pull her to me, close. She's moaning as I tenderly caress her statuesque form, my fingers gliding over every inch of her sexy body.
Slowly, I raise her baby doll top and slip it over her head, our lips separating for only seconds. Moving to her breasts, I take each in a hand, caressing, fondling. My thumb glides over the tips and her moans increase as her hips start rotating. Gently, I position the nipple between my thumb and index finger and roll it between with the slightest pressure, her moans turning to whimpers.
Our lips separate as I move down to suckle her neck, my fingers continue to play. Then further down her front, taking her left nipple in my mouth, my tongue etching circles around the tip, eventually nibbling. My hands move down her body, playing and teasing, then start nudging her panties down. Her head's back, her knees seem weak, she's moaning encouragement, trying to direct my attentions. Slowly I kiss and caress the left breast, then the right, again kissing and nibbling.
Soon her knees buckle and I catch her, picking her up and again our lips meet. Silently, her right arm slips around my neck and she directions me with her left. Left, right, left and finally we're there. I gently lay her on the bed and, quickly disrobing, join her. Again we're kissing, caressing. My left arm eases under her head as my right hand resumes roaming, caressing every inch of her exquisite form.
Slowly, tenderly my hand moves to her breasts, teasing her nipples as her hips gyrate, her whole body's aching. My hand roams further south to her belly, pausing at her bellybutton to caress and fondle. Then further south until I feel the hills of Venus, again pausing to caress. Wanting to prolong the sensations, I lift my hand and reach to her inner right thigh, touching and teasing her thigh while inching closer to her vagina. Then I repeat the process on her left inner thing, moving up further and further until I'm almost there, kissing passionately the entire time. Back and forth, right thigh, left, then right again, caressing and teasing each while lavishing her with deep, passionate, tender kisses.
Silently I remove my hand and position my body on top of hers, our hips grinding together as our tongues play. Moving slowly down to her neck to kiss and caress, then further down to her chest to nibble and tease, then even further south to her bellybutton. She's in agony, moaning, almost begging as I continue my southern migration.
When my chin touches the hills of Venus, I sit back, grasp her right foot and raise it to my mouth. Her eyes open, startled at first then that Cheshire grin returns. From emails I'd learned of her foot fetish and I wanted to touch upon each of her fetishes. Sensually, I kiss and caress each digit, easily gliding between while sucking and nibbling. Grasping and raising her left leg, I place both big toes in my mouth and suck and tease. Her eyes are again closed, she's still smiling, purring, enjoying the sensations. Then to her left foot, gliding between the digits as I kiss and suckle.
Slowly, tenderly, I start kissing her up right leg, stopping at the knee to caress and fondle the tender area behind. Then further up, caressing and teasing until I'm at her inner thigh. Sitting back, I repeat the procedure on her left, stopping at the knee to kiss and suckle, then further north to her inner thigh. Grasping and pulling at my hair, she tries to reposition my head but I resist. Moaning, whimpering, the sounds excite me as I concentrate on teasing her, ever so close but still miles away. I kiss and caress the crease where her leg joins her torso, licking and teasing. Then across to the crease on the right, my lips glazing the area between.
To me, there is nothing more enjoyable or sexually exciting than orally pleasing a sensual, sexy woman. With my head between her legs, I revel at the challenge before me. Cunnilingus is a true art form and, as a student of Aphrodite, I'm always striving to improve my abilities. I've found that the area surrounding the vulva has hundreds, maybe even thousands of sensors and each enjoys stimulation. From the inner thigh, the fold where the leg joins the torso, the labia majora, the perineum, the hills of Venus, the labia minora, and most of all the covered and uncovered clitoris, stimulating each brings untold pleasures.
Just as an artist addresses the canvas to coax forth an image, so must an individual performing Cunnilingus, using the entire body as the canvas. And, just as the artist develops techniques to enhance the image, so must one performing oral sex. My techniques work for me because I've learned to read the signs given by a woman's body.
