Liv Taes the Lead

This is the second installment in a series of stories about a woman taking the lead in sex with a man who thought, before he met her, he knew about all there was to know about pleasing women. If stories about women taking the lead in sexual encounters aren't your thing, be forewarned.

Because this is a second story in a series, you may wish to read the one before it to get the full picture as this one opens. All characters are over 18. This is a reworked story I published elsewhere in the past at another site.

"I need you to keep that dick hard for me," she whispered the first time we met. Now we were leaving the tapas place where we'd had our first date and Liv was taking us to her nearby apartment for a "nightcap."

As we walked and talked, holding hands, all I could think about was that nightcap. Me and my hard cock had a pretty good idea of what it was going to be.

You might wonder why I remember this one night in such detail. This was far from the first time I'd had sex, after all. Up to meeting Liv, I had thought of myself as pretty skilled with the female sex.

Liv taught me otherwise. She showed me I had a heck of a lot to learn. I had never met a woman like her before. Keep in mind as you hear what I'm about to tell you that we had not had sex up to that night. Hadn't even kissed.

We hadn't even fooled around except the night this "nightcap" happened, and she had felt me up in the tapas place and I reciprocated by running my hand up under her dress and discovering she didn't have on any panties. And was shaved. And wet.

So, yeah, I do well remember what happened that night. In vivid detail.

I remember that night because it was a night with a hot woman unlike any I'd ever had before. The "nightcap" started this way: we got to Liv's apartment, she unlocked the door, and we stepped inside. I went to kiss her—I'm the man, remember, and the man takes the lead. Right?

Before I could get my lips to hers, she had me pinned against the wall just inside the door.

I don't mean she shoved me or was rough. But she took control and firmly and quickly had me against the wall as she held my arms by the wrists above my head and started giving me delicious hot kisses, her tongue probing mine.

She then let my arms down but kept them against the wall—she was in charge and made clear she intended to do with me what she wanted, not vice versa—as she began to kiss the side of my face, around my ears, and down my neck. Kiss and lick: that's what she did.

I started to say something. I was going to tell her that she was incredible and that I'd been waiting for this night from the moment I met her.

She put her index finger on my lips and stopped me. "We're going to take this slow and easy. We have all night. I'm going to get acquainted with this body I've been wanting to see from the time we first met," she said.

Then she started unbuttoning my shirt. She remained fully dressed and continued to hold my arms by the wrists against the wall so that I couldn't undress her.

When she had my shirt open, she resumed the hot, slow kisses down my neck, moving down my chest to my nipples, which she began tonguing sensually, with amazing little sucks alternating with the licks and teases of her tongue tip.

Having my nipples sucked and licked drove me wild for more. For the first time ever, it made me realize why teasing and toying with a woman's nipples can give her such pleasure.

No one had ever done anything like this to me. I didn't want it to end, but there was the matter of a very hard cock waiting for attention and action, too, and I wanted the action to move soon to that matter.

So did Liv. As she worked my nipples, obviously enjoying how I writhed and gasped as her mouth and tongue did their work, she pulled my shirt down, releasing my wrists from the wall and removing it.

Then she took my belt from its loops and unbuttoned my trousers, pulling the zipper down slowly and nudging my boxers down, a task made challenging due to that very hard dick I just mentioned which was standing like a stiff soldier and tenting the boxers, so that she had to work them down around that soldier.

Liv had evidently never read the unwritten manual that a lot of guys have stored in our heads, which tells us the man's supposed to make the moves, especially the first one. He's supposed to kiss first, start undressing the woman while his clothes are on, and then tease and arouse her nipples to get everything going.

As Liv took off my underpants, I was getting a picture clear in my head: this night wasn't going to be about me doing her and getting me off in the process. It was going to be about her enjoying me and doing what she wanted with me.

There I was, against the wall, just inside the apartment door of a woman I was wild to fuck, and she had me with my pants around my ankles, inspecting every inch of my body, while she was still fully clothed.

After she had untied my shoes and taken them and my socks off, Liv took my pants off over my feet and now I was standing fully naked against the wall, with a fully clothed woman in front of me, drinking in my body with her eyes. I felt exposed, even vulnerable, with my aching hard cock jutting out in front of me, leaking precum like a fucking faucet, clearly captivating her whole attention and delighting her.

My whole body was shivering with anticipation of what she intended to do with me. With

it

.

What she did next was another first for me. Liv unfastened that gorgeous mane of reddish blonde hair that she wore loosely clasped up on the back of her head—it was heavy and hot on her neck, she later said—and she let silky strands of her hair drape that hard jutting tool and lightly brush over its head and shaft.

The sight of my excited cock standing out through her beautiful hair was erotic beyond belief.

As she did this, she said, "I started thinking about this guy the first time we met. He's going to be happy tonight, but first he's going to make me happy."

Then, slowly, lightly, teasingly, she brought the tip of her tongue to my cockhead and circled it, tickling the sensitive spot underneath when she got to it, but not touching any other part of my cock except with her hair.

That was it. That was all the attention she intended to give my straining dick until she decided that it was time for us to move to the next phase of this "nightcap."

At this point, Liv stood up and finally took off her sundress. When she had shucked it and stood in front of me for the first time in all her naked glory, her tawny blonde hair cascading onto her shoulders, I discovered that not only had she not had panties on all evening, but she also hadn't been wearing a bra.

I'd learn down the road that in warm weather, she often dressed this way, a simple sundress all that stood between her beautiful naked body and the world.

So there we stood, just inside her apartment door, both fully naked, seeing each other naked for the first time since we had met, drinking in the sight of each other's body. We weren't touching. We were a few feet apart. Just looking.

Liv broke the silence: "I want to look at you. And I want you to look at me. We're going to fuck. Before that, I want to enjoy just looking at that beautiful cock as it quivers with excitement to be inside this pussy it's never fucked before."

"And I want you to look carefully at her and see how aroused she is, how swollen her lips are, how her clit's starting to peek out and her juices are flowing with anticipation."

Yeah, she did say all that in just those words. She knew I wasn't a virgin. She knew I'd fucked pussies before. But she also knew that I'd never really taken this kind of time to stand and just look in full light, to study carefully, the pussies I'd fucked. She knew the women I'd been with hadn't invited me to do that.

She wanted me to study her not just because she wanted me to be as horny as could be before I started fucking her. She also wanted me to pay attention to what her pussy wanted and needed when we finally lay down together to give each other pleasure.

As Liv said those words, she spread her legs wider, thrusting her hips forward and taking her fingers and spreading the lips of her cunt—she insisted on using that word—to open herself up.

She moved her fingertips along her labia as she told me to watch carefully, lightly teasing her clit and pointing out how it was standing up, and probing a finger into her hot tunnel to gather some of its juices as she drew my attention to how wet she was.

We still were not touching. We were still standing several feet apart.

Liv then crooked a finger at me, turned around, and started walking to her bedroom, her ivory ass moving seductively in front of me, her long curved back topped by that cascade of thick red-blonde hair swaying and rippling as she walked in a way that made me want to spend the rest of my life naked with her.

As she walked down the hall, I told thought to myself I could spend eternity taking in the sight of that firm round ass, that gorgeous back, that amazing halo of hair. My hard, erect cock following and gazing its fill, because what else could it do when it saw that sight...?

When we got to Liv's bedroom and she lay down in her bed, I assumed this was an invitation for me to join her. But when I started to climb in with her, she said, "Easy, soldier boy. I told you we have all night."

Soldier boy

: this is what Liv enjoyed calling me. As I told you earlier, Liv and I had a shared military background, and that's part of what drew us together when we met in night school. Her father was professional military, and I had done a stint in the Army after high school.

I'm Brad, by the way, in case you're wondering if I have a name. I haven't though to mention it until now, have I?

Referring to me as "soldier boy" amused Liv, because she gave the term a dirty twist, often in public conversations with me. She enjoyed seeing my embarrassment. She'd drop seemingly casual references to soldiers standing at attention and saluting when we were with friends.

When she got me in public places like the hallways of our school, she'd ask, just loud enough for others to hear, "Has the soldier been standing at attention and saluting?" It tickled her to see me, her small-town mid-American soldier boy, embarrassed and excited at the same time by suggestive talk she knew eavesdroppers understood well.

So: "Easy, soldier boy. I told you we have all night. I want to look some more. Come closer." That's what Liv said as she lay in her bed keeping me standing beside it.

I stood as near as I could get to the edge of the bed, giving her the close-up view she wanted, and she took the palm of her left hand and hefted my balls. "Beautiful," she said. "Full and heavy, the way I like them."

While she toyed with my balls, she reached her right hand down and began languidly playing with her pussy, knowing that she was giving me a show and watching my face to see my reaction. She teased her hot tunnel with two fingers, slowly drawing them out so I could see how wet and aroused she was.

She slowly drew the tips of her fingers from her opening to her lips and then her clit, lightly strumming it, using her moisture as a lube, shivering with delight as she did that. I'd soon discover that Liv had a very sensitive clit, a hair-trigger one.

She liked it to be slowly worked up with soft touches and licks over the hood, until she was ready for more direct touches and kisses. When she came—and she did that easily and repeatedly—her clit became too sensitive for stimulation until she had cooled down and was ready for more.

After what seemed like ages, Liv moved from my balls up my shaft to my cockhead, running her fingertips lightly around the crown and saying, "He's beautiful. I intend to give him a lot of fun tonight. But I also want him to work hard for me. Do you think he's up for that?"

What the fuck could I say? I wanted everything—to fuck her all night until both of us were limp with exhaustion. I wanted to make her come over and over and to come with her as many times as I could.

I wanted right now for her to do more than tease the head of my cock. I wanted her lips on it, her tongue caressing it. I wanted to suck her gorgeous nipples and eat that wet cunt.

But it was clear what was going to happen would be on Liv's terms and not mine, that she'd make her moves and let me make mine only when she was ready for us to move forward.

Unable to speak, I could only nod mutely in response to her question about whether my hard tool was up to the night she had in mind for it.

"Turn around and let me see the rest of you," Liv said then. I complied. I'd have crawled across a floor littered with shards of glass to have a chance to get into bed with this super-erotic Nordic goddess who would, I knew, soon invite me to lie next to her.

After I had complied with the directive to turn around, I felt Liv's hands sensually caressing the cheeks of my ass and her fingers lightly playing up its crack. "Nice bum," she said. "Firm and tight. I like that. It will look good when you're working that beautiful dick in me."

That's when I saw the strategically placed mirror beside her bed that allowed her and a partner to watch themselves as they pleasured each other.

"Stand with your legs apart," she then instructed me. I did that, and she reached between my legs and again hefted my balls in the palm of her hand, gently rolling and weighing them. She obviously had a thing for big, low-hanging balls, and mine fit the bill.

"I think we're ready to get better acquainted, don't you?" she said at last. I turned to face her again as she patted the bed and said, "Join me."

Everything about how Liv approached sex was mid-blowing to me, from the frank and unembarrassed way she had just been lying stroking her pussy as I watched in full light to the slow but hot as hell way she built up to this moment of inviting me into her bed.

Her slow, playful teasing, her refusal to do more than toy with my balls and run her fingertips around my cock head, had my fucking dick ready to burst with excitement and leaking precum like a faucet.

This was going to be a night to remember.

As I lay down beside Liv, we turned to face each other and for the first time ever, began to be acquainted with every inch of each other's body. With her setting the pace, we spent long minutes kissing hotly, tongues working against each other.

As we kissed, our hands began exploring. I was finally able to hold and caress those beautiful breasts that I hadn't seen until she took off her dress before she walked me into her bedroom. Liv's skin was a work of art, with beautiful alabaster-and-milk coloring from her Scandinavian ancestry, with how easily it took flame, coloring with red in her cheeks, neck, and chest when she was aroused.

Her breasts were not particularly large, but perfectly shaped—white and upturned with beautiful large pink areolas. Her nipples didn't stand out much when she was aroused the way some women's do. But like her clit, to which they seemed connected by some kind of electric current, they were hypersensitive to stimulation.

I'd find out that night and many times after it that she loved to be on top riding, sensually grinding and twisting her pussy to work her clit against my cock shaft, and inevitably as she did that and neared orgasm, she'd beg for her nipples to be twisted and pinched.

"I feel it going right to my clit," she gasped when I pulled and tweaked her nipples as she fucked me. And then she'd come.

I acquainted myself with those nipples as we kissed, and she fondled my hard cock, which continued leaking precum. Then I made a move to the next stage of our getting to know each other, and she seemed to like me doing so.

I began kissing down the side of her neck to her tits and suckled for a good long time on her nipples, tweaking one nipple with my fingertips while sucking the other, alternating back and forth. She loved this. She groaned with delight.

Then I kissed inch by slow inch down her abdomen towards her clearly aroused pussy, teasing her by avoiding that center of hot delight that was filling the room with an overwhelming erotic aroma. I had not yet touched her pussy and intended not to do so until I had her so worked up that she begged me to do so.

I kissed around her pussy on both sides, then along one leg and then the other to her feet, softly stroking the inside of her thighs as I covered her in hot, wet kisses and reaching just to the edge of her pussy as I stroked inside her thighs.

As I worked my way with kisses back up her legs, she began to beg me to stop teasing her. "Please, please," she moaned. I knew what she wanted: it was time to give her pussy the attention it craved.

I slowly moved my fingertips closer and closer to that seat of hot, wet pleasure, and when I finally reached her pussy with my mouth and kissed just the very bottom of her wet slit beneath the vaginal opening, she gave a deep shuddering groan and grabbed my hair, trying to pull my mouth higher.

But I wasn't done driving her wild. Liv was one of the hottest women I'd ever met. I was going to give her the teasing of her life, so that when I finally gave her beautiful pussy the attention it was throbbing for, she'd explode with pleasure.

I took the flat of my tongue and licked as slowly as possible from just under the pussy opening all the way up her slit to just below her clit. And then I stopped. I didn't touch or tongue her clit. I pretended it wasn't there, knowing all her concentration was focused on it and that she wanted more than anything for me to play with it.

Not yet. No matter how much she wanted me to make that move. And she clearly did. By this point, she was writhing in the bed, sighing over and over, "Please, please, please."

That hot needy clit was going to get attention only when it was at its peak of longing. Instead of touching or licking it, I then kissed, nibbled, sucked back down both sides of her pussy, teasing her well-defined lips, which were swelling so that her hot opening was now presenting itself to me.

As I kissed, nibbled, sucked on her lips, I moved towards that opening and began teasing it with my tongue, lapping at the nectar pouring from it, reveling in the rich erotic scent it was emitting, a scent that drives any man's cock wild to fuck.

Then it was time. I wasn't going to torment Liv any longer.

This time when I slowly drew my flat tongue up her slit from bottom to top, I didn't stop short of her clit. For the first time, I let it play around and then across Liv's clit hood, and then, with no forewarning, I quickly sucked it into my mouth. Hard.

And Liv came. Hard.

So hard that when her thighs clamped around my head as she writhed and cried out with delight, I began to wonder if my head would ever get out of that hot, wet prison. "No more!" she panted. That's when she explained that she had a very sensitive clit and had to have some down time after she had come, before it felt good to have it touched again.

"Now it's your turn," she said. "That soldier boy has been standing and saluting for a long time and he needs attention."

It was payback time for all the teasing I'd just given her. After she kissed her way down my neck to my nipples and abdomen, matching kiss for kiss with the trail I had made on her body, and after she had reached my aching, leaking hard dick, which was standing upright from my groin, she began for the first time that evening working its shaft with her hand.

She followed that with kissing and licking, starting with my balls and taint followed by the shaft, which she licked slowly and sensually all around, deliberately ignoring my aching big purple cockhead, which was straining for attention.