You know how there are just some women who are naturally built for sex! Sure you may be thinking of the ones who are incredibly hot at a glance but then you get close to them only to realize no matter if the sex is pornstar quality and she makes you cum in buckets, the fact that she is going to talk to you, even if only for a moment afterwards and that you will be required to listen makes it just not worth it... okay it's a period of debate between your brain and your penis to come to this point, but still...
But every now and then you meet one of the truly special ones who is just sexually phenomenal. There is something about her very walk and presence that excludes raw, passionate sexuality. You always find these ones at the most inopportune time, like on a crowded elevator full of people when the pheromones strike you to the point you swear you can taste her electricity and fire in the air just from breathing. And she is almost always the little librarian looking one with her hair up in a bow standing quietly in a proper skirt suit in the corner. You do not realize it until it's her floor and she passes by you just close enough to scrape your leg "by accident" and in doing so inform you she is wearing garters... and most likely nothing else under that conservative skirt, just as the door slides closed.
I met Gigi (her nickname) just a year or two when she was right out of high school when I was 26 years old. She stood taller than most women at 5'9" and was not afraid to wear 4-5" heels leaving her towering over the boys around her. The height was a subtle challenge that anyone wanting to play had better not take her for granted, not that you could. She had piercing blue eyes and ebony hair with a pale complexion that made both stand out. Her lips were pouty and full and when highlighted by lipstick made you think less than wholesome thoughts. I'd say she was oblivious to this but in truth that was all an act. She could have been hired by Taco Bell to eat a burrito supreme for a commercial that could only be shown on the Playboy Channel. How they always managed to leak white sour cream for her to draw away with her tongue is a secret only her and Satan likely know.
She was the one on the elevator that everyone noticed and she had no problem being noticed. She also had a body built for pure pleasure. She packed a D-sized chest and a full round figure that proclaimed her to be absolutely all woman and offered an appeal that was universal to almost every man and more than a few women as well if the reaction of those on elevators was any indication. If sin had a name and a form...it was Gigi.
I played on the fringes of her world, serving as the guy she could talk to about anything. I watched boys (by their mental maturity not physical age) come and go, none of them smart enough to know what they were up against and all left wallowing in the dust when she was done with them. Gigi had class, and always made it look like the guys were moving on, though we both knew she tired of them quickly and saw no future in wasting time with someone who she lost interest in. As her friend and confidant I was treated to all the erotic details, while she lay on my floor or couch and I gave her a killer back massage until she would fall asleep. In truth, the details in metaphor were always how the 'movie' had failed to live up to his 'previews.' Some did not even last past the opening credits, to which I was embarrassed on behalf of my gender. The most shocking part for me was that in all her encounters not a single one had been able to make her cum. Not that she did not want to... they just failed universally to perform.
I know all you Alpha Males out there see this as an immediate challenge and are certain of your own performance. Those guys I said left in the dust... yeah they were just like you once too! It's like the average kid being handed a Stradivarius (for those of culture) or a Gibson Guitar, and thinking they were ready to play concert halls and auditoriums and instead found a really ice cold reception for their lack of actual skill. So Alphas, always remember to ask yourselves are you prepared for the truth before you try to find the answer to some questions!
At one point in our friendship I started to wonder what it was about me that she failed to find attractive. Not that I am a stud or anything, but there seemed to be no common denominator on her taste that I could determine that would exclude me so I wondered where my flaw lay. For purely scientific reasons, yeah right, I turned up the heat a little with one massage just to see if there was any fire. I ended up blowing across her naked back... letting my hands wander up her inner thighs to a finger-width away from her sex... gently letting fingertips slide across the sides of her breasts while she lay face down on the couch... and whispering all the time quite casually in her ear. It was when I turned and noted her body had arched like a cat in heat that I realized she was keeping me at arms distance out of respect for a worthy opponent, not out of a lack of desire. Ah...so I was in the ballpark....
Skip ahead a few years and I suddenly find myself not only about to have sex with this goddess...but that she trusted me to be in complete control. This was vital to me as I listened to her stories...which had not stopped over the years and became even more disparaging of my gender as more men fell by the wayside for poor performance. One factor I had noted was that Gigi always focused more on her lover than on herself and I suspected that perhaps trait of hers had more than a bit to do with her inability to have an orgasm. She had by that time, if anything, become even more self-confident of her sexual abilities and while I was not intimidated, neither was I overconfident by any stretch of the imagination. We were where we were because one of us had thrown the gauntlet down, I do not remember who, and the other was not about to back out. Wisely, I negotiated for rights of control and she conceded as I was one of the few men she trusted so completely.
I planned out everything, starting with her arrival in my room. I kissed her once...only once... long and passionate to allow our tongues to intermingle and to crush her body hard against mine. It was not the first kiss we had shared, but it was one of the hottest. When I say she was built for carnal pleasures I should explain there was no doubt in my mind as we kissed that her trip to my home had left her wet with desire. It was a pool of sexual gasoline...and this first kiss served as the match to light the flame. I will tell you she swooned a bit as it went past the first minute of our mouths and tongues intertwined, but that was most likely from the heels she was wearing.. But her swoon gave us the impetus to break the kiss.
At this point I told her to stand still and not move as I slowly began to undress her... my purpose in this was to touch her as little as I possibly could so that the excitement and anticipation between us would build up even further. If you have never tried it, having obviously desire for a woman and her for you... slowly getting naked together... but not just jumping upon her tends to drive them absolutely wild. I strongly recommend it as a pastime to beat stamp collecting hands down!