“No it wasn’t a fantasy; at least I don’t think it was. It’s still so vivid in my mind.” Lorna began to recount her story.
I met Clive at my first place of work, having just left school. He was 25 and was destined for greater things than the Bank. I was young and fresh, new to work, the Bank and to men in general. He said that I caught his eye as soon as I set foot into the banking hall on my first day. He was working on the counter and saw me immediately.
I think on my first day, as it was summer, I wore a white blouse, knee length skirt, high-heeled shoes and stockings.
From the start there was this white-hot, intellectual chemistry between us. Although I knew he was currently living with someone, I was unable to resist the thought that our meeting of minds may soon be a meeting of our bodies and hearts.
One autumn evening after work, Clive asked me to dinner; this inevitably led to coffee at his house. As we walked through his front door, I wondered where his partner was. He looked at me as if reading my thoughts and said. “She no-longer lives with me. As things were going so well between us, I felt she had a right to know. We decided amicably to call it quits.”
On hearing this, I fell into his arms for an embrace. I can still remember my shock at the pleasure that his strong arms gave, as they encircled me. I remember thinking, this is a man that will take care of me, a man who will teach me the things that I need to know.
Clive gently pushed me onto the couch and kissed me deeply, intently as though searching for my very soul. His left arm wrapped tightly about me, his right hand rested gently on my neck, cupping my face as he placed small kisses across my face; taking my earlobe gently between his teeth and nibbling it.
So tenderly, his hand moved down across the rising mound of my breast, until it was fully encapsulated. He squeezed it and then began caressing in circular motions, adding more pressure.
I was aware from the start of his kissing, that my nipples had expanded into taut erections. But under his ministrations, they continued to erect. They were so blatantly obvious through my bra and blouse, that I was sure Clive could feel them under the palm of his hand. My head was spinning with the ecstasy of the moment.
I was unaware of when he had undone the buttons on my blouse, but when I felt his hand upon my flesh I glanced down and gasped. My top was fully undone to my waist, both breasts, still encased in the bra, were on show. My chest was heaving hard, my legs slightly apart. A burning hot sensation emanated from my pussy, I knew I was thoroughly wet.
I began to rub my leg against his and looked at his crotch, where the hardness of his sex, was evident. His kisses had moved from my mouth to my neck, then onto my chest. With one deft flick, my bra catch was open. His left hand had not remained idle. As he slowly removed my bra, I remembered thinking…I hope he likes them, that they are large enough for him.
Clive looked up at me, checking that it was alright to proceed. I acknowledged this by pushing his head down, bringing his lips into contact with one of my swollen nipples. I was aware of an aching in both of these erections. They needed to be touched and played with, but most of all they needed to be sucked, kissed and teased. All came in time, along with my first orgasm.
I had known long about the details of sexual reproduction, but nothing had prepared me for this. I thought that to obtain an orgasm, the woman had to be penetrated by the man, or at the very least, the man must fondle the woman’s genitals. Here Clive had just kissed and caressed me lovingly. I could feel the excitement growing and the ache in my pussy became more and more intense. I began to squeeze my legs tighter together, but what the increased pressure did, was send me over the edge. “OOOOOoohhhh Clive,” I murmured, “mmmmmm, hhhhhuuhhh ooooohhhh.”
My whole frame was shaking and quivering, I was totally oblivious to the noise I was making. My skirt had rucked up so much that my stocking tops were in view, with just a small expanse of flesh above them. I looked and felt totally wanton and loved it. I wanted more, much more. Most of all, I wanted to release that monster of his from its cage and to set my eyes on it for the first time.
Clumsily my fingers fumbled with the zip to his trousers, but he held my hand and looked at me smiling. Slowly he slipped to the floor, kneeling between my now wide legs. Removing my bra and blouse fully, he caressed the whole of my body, paying particular attention to my nipples. As he held one in powerful suction, his hand roamed across my thighs as he enjoyed the feeling of my stockinged legs. I knew how much he enjoyed stockings and suspenders from previous conversations. This enjoyment was purely for him.
Changing nipples, his hand slipped under my bottom and swiftly removed my panties; dragging them down my thighs like a curtain clearing a theatre stage. I could see the glistening wetness on them, an involuntary shudder running through me as yet another devastating orgasm approached.
