One of the most memorable erotic experiences I've had ...of which I have had many... was discovering and observing my girlfriend during the act of masturbating.
In my many years of exploring the sexual realms I have found that the hottest experiences are those impromptu ones. The 'out of the blue' occurrences one happens upon or stumbles into tend to be those that are indelibly burned into one's memory.
Her name was Regina. A young twenty something woman I'd met while working for a company in an eastern city. She worked out of an adjacent division and would visit my section from time to time delivering files or paperwork. I took notice of her from afar..an attractive mixed race woman of black and white parentage with long dark hair and golden brown skin. She had a perky way about her. A pleasant smile and up beat personality with an excellent eye stylishly dress. We would chat in passing, brief banter and keeping it light but and in spite of finding her intimidatingly attractive...I built up the nerve to ask her out.
In all honesty, sex with her was not on my mind but just the opportunity to simply spend time with such a lovely creature even for a single date. So when the day came, I caught up with her on one of her departmental visits and asked her to a movie. I braced myself for a tactful decline but was surprised and pleased when she accepted. The following weekend I picked her up at her apartment which she shared with two roommates.
The evening began uneventful and pleasant. The movie was mediocre but it was the company we both sought on a chill winter night and the evening moved along quite agreeably. We had intended to stop for a bite in a cozy restaurant I knew of near one of the city's many colleges but the subway ride there was interrupted by a power outage and we were forced to the street with scores of other riders.
Once reaching the street I had to improvise and suggested a taxi to my place to which she agreed. I hailed a passing cab and we made our escape for the ten minute ride to my apartment in a quiet enclave on the edge of town. Taking her to my place had not been in the evenings plans. The cab pulled up in front of my building, I paid the driver and soon were entering my apartment. So began a low key evening of conversation, jazz on the stereo and take out Chinese food we had delivered.
It was easy. It was relaxed and we were good company. We talked of work...our lives..our families...our friends as the hours passed. Before long the conversation died down as the clock on the wall was closing in on two thirty in the morning. I offered to call her a taxi back to her place and two attempts to do so resulted in the dispatcher informing me of long waits due to the subway problem earlier. I looked at her..this beautiful woman sitting in my apartment on my couch. I could tell she was tired as was I. I hesitated and then suggested she was welcomed to spend the night... on my couch. Nothing more... I promised. She looked at me..smiled thoughtfully..then agreed. I found an extra blanket and pillow and gave it to her. Thanked her for a great evening and then went to my bedroom and closed the door.
In the morning when I entered the living room she was already up and later in our relationship admitted she hadn't sleep very well thinking surely I was going to approach her in the night but was moved that I really had kept my word of nothing more but allowing her to spend the night. I suppose that was the first bridge of trust that opened between us.
A month later, after almost nightly phone conversations and meetings at work we dated again only this time instead of going out we returned to my place for another quiet evening of good company and food and it was on that night we first embraced. It felt good... it felt right...for it had been a long time for both of us. With few words we decided it was maybe time to take our friendship further. She excused herself to the bathroom and I to the bedroom. As I dimmed the lights and drew down the sheets. I heard her behind me and turned to see her form in the doorway in the dim light of my bedroom wearing only my dress shirt she'd found hanging on my bathroom.
It was to be our first time...the first night of many. I took my time with her...massaged her shoulders... her back..reveled in the softness of her skin and the perfumed dark fall of her hair. I marveled at the warmth and closeness of this beautiful woman I had never intended or even had hoped to sleep with... but here she lay next to me, in my bed and in my arms.
I moved atop her, nuzzling her neck, kissing her ears, her neck, her throat, my lips beginning the journey down her body. The shirt she wore was already off as I had unbuttoned it button by button until amble breasts quivered free to the attentions of my lips, planting loving kisses on each..suckling both brown nipples tenderly. She coo'd. We deep kissed again, tongues dancing and then I returned to my intended journey down her belly, kissing, licking... my mouth making its way to her navel and beyond... to that intended place.
I felt the cotton of her panties under my lips. I felt the swell of her pubic mound under them... inhaling her arousing woman scent through the cotton, planting loving kisses upon it. She lay with closed eyes..letting out a soft gasped..her hips doing a little heave as I pressed my mouth there. I kissed her inner thighs...teasing her..drawing it out.
