I came home and showered. I always like to shower before I "play," spending some time preparing myself makes me feel very sensuous. This is not to say the occasional impromptu fuck doesn't turn me on. . .it certainly does. I think that is part of the fun of me, a man knows I am going to spend some time on myself, getting ready for him. I don't have to worry about feeding any kids or any other distraction to take away from me preparing for my lover. I will admit to being spoiled-- I have a shower full of all the "girlie" products guys hate to see, but love for a woman to use. I have a chair in my shower, so I can relax and spend as much time (until the hot water runs out) as I want. I keep myself hair-free. . .and I also pride myself on always being soft, plus smelling good.
That was one of our famous cold snaps, it had been raining and snowing that day. . .my friend has seen me dressed to kill with lots of make-up as well as "au natural." Since it was so cold, I skipped the heavy make-up (but my weakness is mascara and lip gloss) and wore a sweatshirt/nylon pants. Matching bra and panties. (I do wear panties when I want to feel x-tra sexy. . .some people find that hard to understand.) Then I was off.
I show up at his house to have fun. I think my friend is a bit shy, even though I have made it perfectly clear I am there for the sex. . .there is no "secret code" or "tests" he has to pass. If I am comfortable with a person, I relax. I had left my wet shoes at his front door. I took off my socks, and my friend started to massage my feet. This led to teasing me about my "short" toes. (My feet still look like those of a baby-- short, fat.) We fooled around a bit more, then I moved close to him. I try not to be overly-aggressive (I read in a men's magazine years ago men dislike women who are too aggressive.) I think he got the hint, and the touching part started.
My friend has a great sense of humor; I was asking him if he thought the matching bra/panties were sexy. . .his answer was. . . "I don't care what they look like, as long as the panties are down around your ankles!" I laughed. . .never heard anyone put it like that before! We were throwing our clothes all over his living room. . . when I did get my panties down around my ankles, he pulled them the rest of the way off with his teeth. Then, he dove (literally) into my pussy, licking me for all that it was worth.
Of course I was already wet, my panties were soaked. I kept tasting myself on my fingers, and on his tongue. . .but I tasted fine. He kept licking me, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue, sliding a finger up my wet pussy.
That was driving me wild, putting me right on the edge of a stellar orgasm. . .then he got up from the couch and pulled me into his bedroom. . .
When we got there, he was ready to lay me down on the bed and dive back into my pussy. I was being a bit difficult, I stood at the edge of the bed and kissed him. That was nice, rather sensual to feel him naked next to me, to press my breasts into his chest. As he was kissing me, he was grabbing my ass, squeezing it; he was running his hand through my hair. . .kissing me forcefully. I could taste myself on him, and smell myself on his face. He broke the kiss to tell me how much he wanted to lick me, to taste me, to have me cum on his face. . .