Sitting here on the sofa, watching the flames dancing in the fireplace, I close my eyes and let my mind wander back in time, back to that unforgettable night; a night that is etched in my memory like the beautiful etched glass in my window. That night was the most wonderful night of my life. I know that it will never be again as it was that night, and that is as it should be, for you only have such a precious gift to give once in your lifetime.
John and I had been dating for quite some time. He knew how I felt about sex and respected my wishes; I was in my mid twenties and still a virgin. I remember those days of high school, the days of sexual experimentation; it seemed everyone was having sex but me. After hearing the stories the girls told of their first time, how clumsy and awkward it was, I decided right then that when I gave myself to a man, it would be to a man with experience, one that could teach me the art of lovemaking. A man who knows how to pleasure and woman and make her feel special; not some young boy, unable to exercise control, out to get "his" pleasure and if the girl was fortunate enough to experience some at his expense, then lucky for her.
John came by my house that night to pick me up; we planned to go out for dinner and a movie, then if we felt like it, a little dancing after. All too soon the evening was coming to an end. He brought me home and I invited him in for a cup of coffee, as I have done so many times before. We sat on this very sofa, sipping our coffee watching the flames dancing in the fireplace while listening to soft music play in the background and visiting about the evening we just shared.
Our conversation subsided for a moment during which I took the opportunity to really study this person beside me. John is not a worldly man, that is, he has not been with a lot of women, but he has experience and is full of sensuality. He is thoughtful, considerate and unselfish, always putting my feelings and desires before his. It was at this moment I came to realize John was the man I wanted give myself to. He would be a wonderful lover, one who would be able to show me the pleasures that only a man can give a woman.
Our coffee finished, we set our cups on the end table. Just as he is about to kiss me goodnight for the evening with his arm wrapped securely around my shoulder, I lay my head against his heart and whispered softly in his ear, "John, please make love to me tonight. I want you to teach me all you know, to show me how beautiful it can be."
He kissed me ever so lightly before speaking, "Sheila, I have waited for this moment for what seems like a lifetime. Are you certain you are ready for this my Sweet?" His words felt like silk brushing as lightly across my lips as his kiss. I need not say another word for he could read it in my eyes and knew that he was about to receive the most precious gift a woman can give a man only once in her lifetime. With that, he scooped me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom, sitting me upon the satin sheets of my bed.
I watched as he lit the candle on the night stand. For a moment I just sat there looking into the flickering firelight, unable to move, feeling boneless, on fire, my mind all a whirl when he reached out offering his hand to me. As I placed mine in his he stood me up and looked deeply into my eyes. It seemed as if he was searching my soul for some kind of reassurance. I remember once John told me he never wished to pressure me; that I would know when the time was right and would come to him. Placing his fingers along the sides of my forehead, he began tracing the outlines of my face, down my temples pausing for a moment then asking me once again, wanting to be certain I knew what I was asking of him, "Sheila, are you sure you are ready for this, this complete expression of love and passion we are about to share, to become one with each other?" I slowly blink yes with my eyes and he realizes the time has finally come. I am ready to share my entire being with this man. His fingers continue their journey by tracing the tips my ears, brushing through my hair and stopping at the base of my neck as he draws my lips to his. Meeting, parting slightly, our tongues slip gently into one another's mouth, exploring, intertwining, engaging in dance. The enchanting taste of his kiss held promise of what was to become.
I feel his hands move lower over my body, tugging at the buttons of my blouse starting with the top and working their way down, releasing each button slowly and meticulously. My shirt now open, with one swift move he brushes it off my shoulders and to the floor. My breasts seem to be pressing upward, exposing my cleavage as he slides his hands around me, freeing the clasp of my bra and releasing the hold it has on me. My nipples express their new found freedom by growing tall, extremely erect and excited. This is the first time John has ever seen my breasts with their large brown aureoles and protruding nipples.
I know he wishes to touch my breasts but opts to remove his shirt instead, quickly slipping it off his shoulders. I allow my gaze to roam the entire length of his body, unable stop myself if I wanted to; he has a powerful physique with his hard tight chest rippling with muscles. There is a small triangle of hair that branches out over the top of his pecks and trickles down his belly, beyond his navel and disappearing into the waist of his jeans. By his stance alone, I can see he is confident in himself and his body. This man absolutely steals my breath away.
He cups my breasts in his hands; John's hands are large but my breasts are more than each can hold. Each breast is soft and molds to his touch. Looking into his face, I see the pleasure this brings him. With his fingers he pinches my nipples between them, slightly rolling each one. I have done this many times with my own hands but never has it felt the way it does under his touch. He moves his fingers along the outside edge of my breasts, barely touching me, circling my breasts from the cleavage, over the top, around the outside and beneath until they meet once again in my cleavage. John's hands upon my flesh are magical, caressing, claiming, arousing a fierce desire within me. He brings his lips to my breasts lightly kissing each one, following the same circles his fingers previously traveled. With his hands cupping my breasts, pushing them together, John dips his tongue deep into my cleavage. Instinctively I begin arching my back, lifting my breasts towards him just as his mouth reaches my nipple. "Oh My God", I cry out as he takes my nipple into his teeth holding it gently while flicking it with his tongue. I never could have imagined such an enchanting feeling as he sucks it into his mouth.
Pulling me against his chest and embracing me in his arms, I feel so vulnerable. John could do anything at this moment and I would willingly succumb. With fingers splayed wide, his touch lightly runs down my back to unbutton my skirt. I can hear the zipper as he slides it downward ever so slowly. My head swimming, I quickly wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly as I almost lose my balance. His touch is like a fire burning me with his yearning heat. This man has me completely captivated by his grace as he moves his hands along my hips, flat against my skin, pushing my skirt downward until it drops to the floor. I now stand before him in only my black satin panties. My heart is racing for as I look into his eyes gleaming like liquid silver pools, seeing the pleasure this brings him. However, those eyes also shows me he desires to see more, to see all of me, to know what I look like beneath these little panties. As John's lips meet mine, I feel his hand slip between my legs brushing across the satin softness, feeling the tightly trimmed treasure beneath making me tremble. I am fully aware he can feel the simmering heat emanating from within me. He has me so filled with excitement in wonderment of what he will do next.
Reaching out to the button on his pants, I begin tugging, pulling, clumsily trying to release the hold it has until finally the button pulls loose. His hand reaches out and closes over mine. "Let me help you." I hear him say in a low sultry voice as he opens the fly. Then he slips his thumbs inside his waistband pushing them to the floor. Through his shorts I can see his excitement as he reaches out to me once again pulling me in close, so close that I can feel his hardness pressing against my abdomen. Oh how I long to touch him, to experience what it would be like to hold his manhood in my hands, only he has other plans for me right now.
