This is the story of what I did for a friend while I was in Ottawa. If you've read "First Time Without Wife" you know the circumstances of how I arrived alone in Ottawa.
I met Florence on a telephone dating service. She told me that her husband treated her like a piece of furniture and didn't really pay much attention to her needs. I asked her what she wanted from a lover.
"Someone who would love me tenderly, who would take the time to explore my entire body and to arouse me and pleasure me for me not for himself." She replied.
I told her that I might be able to help her and asked if she would place her trust in me for an afternoon. She agreed, and we made a date for noon the following Saturday.
I spent the morning preparing for her visit and making homemade spaghetti sauce and homemade garlic bread. I had sparkling wine in an ice bucket and soft music on. When she arrived at my apartment, I kissed her at the door and gave her a single white rose. I guided her to her seat and placed her meal in front of her and gave her a glass of chilled red wine.
We chatted like old friends throughout the meal, but her eyes betrayed her eagerness! I too was more than eager, but took the time to play things out. After our meal, I sat her in the living room and gave her a flute of sparkling wine. I told her that I would begin to make love to her and take all afternoon to do it. I told her that I would let her know in advance about everything that I would do for her, and to her. If she had any objections, she merely had to voice them, and I would stop whatever I was doing at the time.
I told her that this afternoon, I would pamper her as she had never been pampered before. I would bath her, dry her and massage her, before I made love to her entire body. I told her that I would spend several hours making love to her and not enter her until she was deliriously happy, or not at all if that was her wish. I asked her if she was ready. Her voice quaked out a soft "Yes".
I went then and prepared her bath. A bath filled with scented bubbles, and luxuriously oils for softening her skin. I returned to her and told her that I was going to gently remove her cloths and place her in her bath.
I kissed her softly and slowly began to unbutton and remove her shirt and skirt. I rolled down her pantyhose. With soft butterfly kisses, I moved my mouth up her legs and onto her belly. I removed her bra and softly brushed my cheeks over her breast. She cooed as I did this. I slid my hands down the sides of her body and deftly removed her panties.
I stood and drank in the sight of her nakedness, marvelling at the contours of her body. A deep groan escaped my throat as I took the time to view her. Kissing her hand, I guided her to her bath and placed her in it. I returned to fetch the bottle of wine and her glass. I told her that I was going to leave her there for a moment while I prepared for the next step. I told her that when I returned I would be naked. She smiled at me and said, "I can't wait to see you!"
I quickly finished the preparations in the bedroom and stripped down for her. It was her turn to groan when she saw me. We were both pleased with each other's bodies. Kneeling by the tub, I gently washed her from head to toe and back again, then rinsed her and dried her with a warm fluffy towel.
Hand in hand, we walked into my bedroom. It was awash with the scented glow of soft candlelight. The bed was strewn with rose petals. She laughed in delight as I placed her on her stomach in the centre of the bed. She took long deep breaths, savouring the scents that wafted through the room. Taking pre-warmed scented oil into my hands, I began to massage her entire body. A soothing massage designed to relax her body. I spent half an hour massaging her back and legs. Then rolled her over onto her back and repeated the process.
Near the end, my massage began to change, from a relaxing massage to a sensual massage. I took the time to explore her body, seeking out and finding her erogenous zones, determining what was needed to excite them...and her. I remember rolling my fingers over her glistening breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples. Sliding my hand down the sides of her stomach, tickling and teasing her as I went. Roving over her warm inner thighs and touching her now heated centre.
I bent down then and followed the trace of my hands with my lips. For the next 20 minutes I explored her body with my mouth, tonguing, tasting and licking over every hill and valley, every nook and cranny. Finally I came to her fountainhead and pointing my tongue, delved deep into the tasty folds of her womanhood!
She squealed in pleasure as my tongue slithered deep into her cleft. I revelled in the taste as her juices gushed from deep in her body, coating my mouth and face. I spread her legs wide and began to take her lips into my mouth, biting them gently, pulling on them and scraping them with my teeth. She was ecstatic; her hips were pumping up and down forcing her cunt hard into my face as I chewed on her nether lips.
Again I changed tactics and slid my tongue along her cleft. She let out a long moan as my tongue grazed from the bottom of that slit to the top and swirled gently around her little nubbin. I pushed the folds aside and sucked her clit into my mouth, biting it, sucking it, swirling my lips and tongue around it, sending her into the throws of intense pleasure. That pleasure was so powerful; she kept pushing my face away one second and pulling my head hard into her open thighs the next!