First Meeting 143

Note: previously published under the member name Prophet50

This is our first meeting. I arrive at your door and knock at precisely the time you specified. I hear your voice tell me to come in, and I enter.

I find you sitting in your living room, wearing a satin robe. The lights are soft, and you are holding a glass of wine. You look at me and say, simply, "Undress." I quickly obey.

You watch me intently and beckon me over to you when I am completely naked. I notice that your crossed legs and feet are bare, and I'm hoping that the robe is all you are wearing. My growing erection betrays this thought to you, and you smile knowingly.

When I have stood before you, Your gaze inspects my penis, as if to see if it meets with your approval. Apparently, I pass the test, because you gesture me to kneel. When you extend your foot to me, I know what to do. I begin to kiss and lick your foot, sucking on your toes, running my tongue down the arch of your foot. Then, I continue kissing and licking up the inside of your calf to your knee. You lift your crossed leg to permit me access the soft skin of your inner thigh. As I do this, I catch my first scent of your arousal, which makes my head spin for the briefest moment. A quick glimpse of the edge of your bush confirms for me that you are gloriously naked under your robe.

I switch to the other foot and repeat my climb, kissing and licking my way toward the treasure hidden between your legs. This time, you part the robe as I reach your thigh, and I understand that I am not to stop. As I kiss higher up your leg, you slide closer to the edge of the cushion to give me better access. Now your scent is enveloping me in a sexual haze, and I am completely focused on your pussy. I get my first look at her, labia swelling in arousal, like the opening petals of a flower. You squeeze your thighs together against my head to hold me still for a moment, wanting me to just stare, transfixed by your beauty. To think you are offering to share this treasure with me!

Now as you place your thighs over my shoulders, your hand on the back of my head brings me to you. I'm like a moth to the flame as I approach your pussy. I begin to kiss your lips top to bottom, bottom to top, fleeting, butterfly kisses, barely making contact. Your guiding hand soon indicates that you are ready for more pressure, so I press my lips more firmly to your vulva. My tongue begins to snake between your labia, giving me my first taste of your honey. Your flavor is exquisite, like the finest wine. I lick around your lips, around the outside and in between. Then, I stick my tongue into your vagina as far as it will go, hungry for your sweetness.

You have begun a gentle rocking of your pussy against my face, allowing my mustache, beard and tongue to rub the places most in need. Finally, you direct me upwards to your clitoris. She is hard, poking out from her hood, and I gently make love to her with my tongue and lips. Your rocking hips spread your wetness over my face, soaking me in the your wonderful sex scent. You moan and cry in that most wonderful sound of a woman being pleasured.

Increasing the pressure on your clit, I am rewarded with your first orgasm of the evening. Your thighs clamp my head in place, as your climax rushes through you. You are holding me still as you take your pleasure against my face. Your voice rises in a beautiful song of need and release.

I continue to lick your pussy, to bring you down slowly from your orgasm. You are still holding me between your thighs, but you want less pressure. Since this is the first time you have come on me, I am closely studying your reactions to each move I make, to be sure that I understand thoroughly how to pleasure you.

I keep kissing and licking your thighs and around your pussy, avoiding the now too-sensitive spots, cleaning you and readying you for your next pleasuring. Every once in a while, your hips jerk, as you feel the last, lingering spasms in your vagina. I look into your half-closed eyes to see your expression of momentary satisfaction, coupled with one that says you intend to repeat the experience again, very soon.

You touch the wetness that covers my face, amused, as if to say, "Did I do that?"

"That was a good start," you tell me. "Before I let you leave, I expect you to learn how to make me come many more times, even better than that." I say that I am ready for the chance to give you pleasure, and I will do my best to learn all you have to teach me.

My answer must please you, because you stand and signal me to do the same. Grasping my erection, you lead me to your bedroom.

Suddenly, you turn on me, anger flashing in your eyes. "I just came on your face, gave you the gift of my orgasm, allowed you to taste my pussy. And not a word of thanks from you!"

Quickly, I drop to my knees, begging your forgiveness and thanking you again and again for the privilege of being used for your pleasure. Before I can finish my apology, you spin on your heels and continue towards your bedroom, and I jump up to follow.

You point to your bed, and I lay down as commanded. In a flash you are astride me, pinning my wrists to the bed with your hands. For the first time, I get to kiss your other lips, our tongues dueling. I become aware of your pelvis moving. You are moving your slit up and down against my hardness. With a thrust of my hips I could easily impale you and slide into your wet, hot pussy, but I know better than to try anything without your expressed permission. Back and forth you ride me between your labia, finally concentrating the pressure on your clit. Your breath is ragged in my ears, and soon you are singing your second orgasm in my ear. Such sweet music to me! When you finish, I do not forget to express my gratitude for your gift!

After a short rest, you climb my body toward my head, leaving a trail of your wetness on me as you go. Settling down on my face, you let the robe close around yourself. Now my entire world exists there in the wet heat between your legs, your pubic hair tangling with my beard and mustache. Immediately, I am lost in your scent, your taste, the rocking of your hips against my tongue and my lips and my entire face. You are lubricating so much now that I am thoroughly soaked with your fluids.

You come again, and I know you are coming because you tell me so between gasps and moans. "Coming, coming now, oh, oh, oh god, so good, coming," you sing over and over. Your pussy grinds me into the pillow, your thighs squeeze me tightly.

Together, we enjoy your climax, together bringing you slowly back to reality. In your heat, you throw the robe off but stay seated, your hips still rocking gently. I can tell you are in for the long haul, and I am thrilled to be servicing you, to be giving you the pleasure that you deserve. I have told you how I believe the female orgasm is a work of art, performed on the most beautiful instrument in creation, your labia, vagina and clitoris. You are determined to prove to me what an artist you are.

With the robe gone, I can watch you come again, hanging onto the headboard with all your might. All sense of time is lost, as you ride my face to orgasm after orgasm. I have no idea how many you have. You seem to be skipping from one to another, like a stone skips across the surface of a lake. What amazing sexual creatures women are, to be able to take such pleasure like this.

You move off me, seemingly sated for the moment. I hold you in my arms, as you rest from your exertions, your hips jerking from time to time in aftershock. Your breathing comes back to normal, and your hands toy with my penis, while you gather your strength for the next go-round.

Moving onto your back, you pull me atop you, my erection at your entrance. With a roll of your hips, you begin to engulf me, slowly taking me in, controlling my entry, not permitting me to plunge into you, which is what I really want to do. There are no words to describe what it feels like to enter a woman for the first time, the slippery tightness of her vagina, the wetness and heat, the journey that I wish would never end.

When you had taken half of me into you, you reverse the direction, pushing my hips away from you, not to frustrate me but to allow your passage to open comfortably and for my cock to be thoroughly lubricated. Then your heels on my buttocks push me forward again, sinking me down into you till our pubic bones come together.

Locking my gaze with yours, you order me, "Now, hard and deep. But, don't you come!" You have no idea what a difficult task you've given me, but I try my best to satisfy you, plunging into you, while holding back the come that wants to explode out of me. All this seems to have the desired effect on you, and again, I have no idea how many orgasms you have. Sometimes you tell me you are coming. Sometimes, I have to guess, based on your cries of pleasure and the slamming of your hips to meet my thrusts.

Before I lose control, you take mercy on me and push me off you. Between gasps you tell me I have done well, "...for your first time. For your reward, you can pick the position you want to use when you come in me."

"May I please come into you doggie?" I ask. You smile and nod. Piling the pillows up under your hips, you present yourself to me. As I come up behind you, you reach under and guide my cock into you. As I begin to move, I see your contented, satisfied expression, as your body rocks to my movements. In this position, my hardness is rubbing directly against your pubic bone and G-spot. If I'm not mistaken, you come one more time, just as my body empties into you. The only way I can describe what it feels like for me to come is to say that it is as if I am are trying to break thru a plastic membrane, that stretches and stretches, until my finger finally breaks thru. That is when I start to ejaculate. My pleasure is intense, and it feels if you are sucking my entire being into you with my ejaculation.

For the moment, we are satisfied and exhausted. Tired though I may be, I know to tell you how grateful I am that you have so generously allowed me to come inside you. I thank you profusely for the chance to pleasure you, and I would be honored to be used by you again. Your smile tells me that as soon as you have rested and recharged, I can expect that that is exactly what is going to happen.