Thanks a lot to ArilynWriter and Playful Kitten for helping me to correct mistakes and for boosting my confidence in the first place.
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Ok. I knew it was an internet-arranged date, so I really tried hard not to expect much. For one thing it's too often a disappointment, even after a long and rather interesting e-mail conversation. For another, I'm not exactly the kind of guy to deliberately rush things. So to find myself in bed with Julia on the first date was a real surprise - a shock even! But there was definitely a kind of pull between us that one can't really explain or measure. So there I was, attracted to the girl a lot but not feeling exactly at home with the prospect of making love to her immediately.
"You know," I said, playing for time, "In all our correspondence, we never really discussed sex. You know - tastes, preferences."
Julia cuddled up to me in only a bath towel for clothing. She smiled, "You make it sound formal, like it's some kind of political decision you need to make and then stick with it."
"Still," I replied, "I'd like you to tell me how you like it before we start. I would be more comfortable, if you know what I mean."
"I know what you mean," she answered more seriously. "There was a time I too was shy of the things I like."
"Things you like? You don't - you're not..." I started in alarm and faltered, confused and lost for words.
"What? What is it you're so afraid of?" She chuckled.
"Well I just have a problem with all the submissive-dominant bullshit, and most girls seem to be really into it," I confessed.
"Rest assured I'm not one of them." Julia grinned. "I might like some strong language, though." She winked playfully. "And a bit of physical force. But not in an abusive way."
"Language and force are fine with me, as long as those are not in harness with humiliation or pain. I like to use a bit of strength on a woman, but I think it's sick to wish to hurt and degrade a person you pretend to care about," I said with disgust.
"A bit of pain may also be welcome sometimes," she smiled once more. Then seeing my expression, she quickly added, "but with a feeling of self-respect, of course. And respect and care for your partner."
I still felt somewhat doubtful, and Julia saw it.
"You know what?" She proposed, "I'm sure we can find our balance with time, but let's start nice and gentle for now, ok? So you can relax."
She threw aside half of her towel, presenting me her beautiful breasts; not very large, but really full and juicy. I noticed a white drop on her nipple.
"What's that, milk? Are you pregnant?!" I looked at her, alarmed and puzzled.
"Oh, it's nothing, just medical stuff," she answered nonchalantly. "I'll explain later. Don't worry about it right now. Better think of it as an interesting experience: being with a non-pregnant, lactating woman."
Well, no doubt about that! It was going to be a very interesting experience.
"Here," she said, taking one of her tits into her hand. "Come to momma."
Not an invitation to refuse, was it? I leaned in towards Julia, gently took her nipple into my mouth and teased it with my tongue. At the same time, my hand went down to find her pussy and give her a proper greeting. Then it all started.
See, here's that bug in the way my mind works: sometimes I'm just unable to comprehend something until I put it into words. It's like I'm tied too much to one way of exploring the world: through describing. So imagine: here I am, minding my own business, doing... whatever I was doing at the moment, almost absentmindedly, feeling cozy and relaxed. And then it struck me- that second this tiny voice inside my head posed the situation for me for what it was: a gorgeous, redheaded woman with perfect curves was breastfeeding me. She was putting her full fleshy tit into my mouth while letting my fingers explore her pouty lower lips and slowly unfurling her labia blossom at my pleasure. The thought sent a tremor through my whole body; my cock went stiff in a matter of seconds. I added as much pressure as I dared onto her breast, suppressing the urge to grab and bite hard. It was too early for being intense.
Julia noticed my arousal.
"Well-well, I see you really do like it, huh? How about I give you a bit more..." She paused and bit her lip, "...substance to work with?" I was not one to refuse such an offer, even if I didn't have a clue what she was talking about.
Julia asked me to get to my knees near the bed while she got in front of me on all fours. Her tits were hanging appetizingly right before my face. I realized that by "giving substance" she meant letting them loose so they look and feel larger and heavier. 'What a tease that girl,' I thought 'she definitely knows how to present herself!'
"Now, if I remember right, you claimed to have some skill in manhandling?" Julia taunted lightly. One of her hands already traveled to her pussy and started stroking slowly.
"I merely stated that I love to use my hands on women" I replied, all modest and composed despite the growing agitation within.
"Well, you must have at least some skill and experience. C'mon, show those lonely girls some fine art of Masseur" - she pronounced the last word on a half-breath with that typical pseudo-French nasal sound and waggled her tits invitingly. I gulped, my mouth watering, and reached for them. As soon as I cupped her boob with one of my hands, I instantly became aware that I'm going to need the other one somewhere else. Surely you can understand if you've ever touched a piece of woman's flesh that has this perfect balance between yielding to and resisting your attempt to squeeze. I tried grabbing my perturbed cock to comfort it a bit, but Julia intercepted my arm halfway.
"Sorry, but I need you to take care of both," she said with a note of mock strictness. I gave her a guilty schoolboy's look and took her other tit into my free palm. Undisturbed and unashamed by such double standards, Julia returned her own hand between her legs and renewed the rubbing of her pussy with even more enthusiasm. Or so it seemed, since to me masturbation was - for now- forbidden. I wanted to give her breasts a delicate massage, but my tense penis was kind of distracting. I tried rubbing it against the side of the bed to release at least a little strain. Unfortunately, Julia noticed.
"Oh, no, no, no!" She smiled, gently pushing my hips away from the bed - "If your cock is not pleasuring me right now, it's only because I want it to be 100% ripe for me when I finally take it. And you're not letting a drop out until that moment. Promise? I'd like it to be full to bursting with excitement when I first touch it!"
"Be merciful!" I implored, "or reasonable at least! I can't be all that soft and gentle to you if my body is on fire!"
"Then perhaps it's time to leave soft and gentle behind," she winked. "That was our initial plan, remember? How about my little boy stops caressing mommy's cute, sensitive titties so my man can grab some serious hold of those meaty fun-bags?"
My hands clutched on her flesh convulsively as she said it, and my prick prickled even more than before.
"Oh no, it's just worse!" I groaned. "Can't you see I'm suffering here?!" Julia giggled.
"I've told you, I like my meal to be fully prepared when I am! Yes, I'm a gourmet. And today I want myself a nice meaty cock stewed in its own juice." Sparkles danced in her eyes; she looked like a perfect, whimsical Greek goddess at that moment. "Speaking of meals, I'm sure you must be close to starving now. Why don't you get back to your milky candy?"
She didn't need ask twice. I attacked her nipple more like a bird of prey than a suckling babe this time. Although the taste of her milk and the feel of her breast were wonderful, it didn't make me feel much better. My cock started to literally ache. It was as if every drop of milk I swallowed went through my mouth right into my overextended shaft, bloating it from within. Standing still was a torture, and for the lack of anything better to do, I just moved my hips forwards and backwards in the air as if fucking something invisible.
On the bright side, at least I could see that my ordeals were really turning Julia on. She observed my movements with a glint in her eyes, as well as the pulsation of a tight lump in my pants. And the finger sliding over her pussy was gaining amplitude. Despite her animated masturbation (and a total ban on it for me), we were in one boat. I mean, the girl was definitely going to drive us both into a frenzy before the real action even started. Not the way I'd choose it, but I guessed I could hold on a bit longer. So I let the woman take her time and prepare herself for me just as she was preparing me for her. The best redeeming thing that was making all my torment absolutely worth it was that she was doing the warm up with an instrument we both liked the most: dirty talk. Very soon, I found myself dizzy and almost drooling just from listening to her shamelessly speaking aloud things that I only ever dared to repeat inside my head, while alone and in the dead of night.
"Yeah, baby, squeeze my tits good!"
"Oh, I like squeezing them so much," I gasped languishingly, playing along.
"Don't forget the nipples! Pinch them, please, just a bit. Oh yeah, pull and twist those big nips, baby! Do you feel how swollen they are? Do you like my huge swollen cherries in your fingers?"