The first time I touched a woman, it came more naturally than I could have ever imagined.
None of my fears of being repelled by the female body, of being awkward, of not knowing what to do, were realised, and instead, I found myself taking control, asking if I could kiss her, my hands moving with a familiar ease over her soft, womanly curves, taking off her bra and relishing the feel and taste of her breasts.
We had met online a few weeks previously at a time when we were both ravenously curious about being with a woman, a closely-guarded desire felt during years of conventional relationships with men.
Our conversation flowed from the beginning and we opened up about our fantasies, what we liked, moving on to what we would like to do with each other. The day to meet each other in person couldn't come quick enough.
She drove to collect me from my train, a journey during which I thought I´d die of nervousness and excitement and I recognised her as soon as I got off.
She was the director of an office machinery warehouse, something very unusual for a woman of her age, and something I found very sexy. As soon as we touched while politely kissing each other on the cheek, the electricity was palpable.
She seemed a little reserved at first. But by the time we got into the lift in her apartment following several hours of bar hopping to calm our nerves, we attacked each other, kissing passionately, hungrily, with her pushing me up against the wall, me grabbing her face with two hands.
She drunkenly struggled to open her door as we just about managed to keep our hands off each other long enough to get in the door and not rouse the suspicions of her neighbours.
What happened after we shut the door inside her appointment is a series of blurry, snapshot memories, of slow, sensual kissing, slowly undressing each other, pulling out one breast of her bra and then the other, then taking it off completely and being less shy, moving down onto her fluffy, half-matted carpet.
Lying her down and with increased confidence, running my tongue over her nipples, while moving my hand down her belly and into her knickers and delightedly feeling how wet she was. She smelled like mint cigarettes and Loewe perfume- so different to how any man had smelled, and it made me so wet to take in her fragrance.
She began to moan as I softly ran my fingers up and down the outside of her pussy and peeled down her knickers to give me full, unhindered access, pulling them off urgently, leaving them abandoned around one ankle and deliciously spreading her legs to let me play with her. I got so horny looking at her naked, gorgeous body glistening with droplets of sweat and looking hot as fuck, just wanting me to devour her.
I began to tease the opening of her pussy with my fingers, which was drenched with her juices, while I ran my tongue teasingly over each nipple, moving back and forward. She moaned softly and told me how good it felt and not to stop, to continue.
I started to move down slowly kissing her belly while starting to move two fingers slowly in and out of her, feeling utter delight at the sounds of her response to those first few slow, deep thrusts, my fingers drenched with her wetness.
I started to move a little more quickly, rotating my fingers from side to side and in and out, hearing the sound her pussy made. As my mouth reached the top of her mound, I suddenly pushed them in quickly, and pressed hard on her g-spot, and slowly began to circle her clit with my tongue.
She let out a long, hard moan. I moved my fingers from back to front inside her while continuing to slide my tongue lightly over her clit.
With my other hand, I grabbed one of her breasts while I continued to fuck her slowly with my fingers and my tongue. She raised her hips from the floor to push against my fingers. It was so hot to feel her wetness- at this stage my whole hand was wet.
Her face was flushed red and at this stage, she was moaning and groaning with abandon and even though she was not touching me at all, I felt as if I was being fucked at the same time.
I licked her faster while ensuring that I did not put too much pressure on her clit and moving my fingers around inside her soaking pussy and pushing her body against my fingers while grabbing her breast with my other hand.
As she started to say she was about to come, I continued devoured her pussy with my tongue, losing control of my hand as she was thrusting herself against it, moving her hips up and down, panting and grinding her teeth as she groaned and grunted, enjoying being fucked so deep and sensually.
I felt her vagina start to clench on my fingers like a vice. I was shocked how tightly it could grip them, and a new gush of juice squirted inside as she surrendered and came, panting and moaning, her nipples hard as fuck in my hand, thrusting hard and deep as she savoured every wave of her orgasm until she fell limply onto the ground, saying "oh fuck, oh my god", over and over again.
I slowly took my fingers out but continued to slowly run my tongue over her drenched, hot pussy, moving to its opening and savouring the taste of her juices as she moaned lightly, still returning to earth after coming so hard.
She eventually asked me to pass her a cigarette. I bent over, realising how wet I was, and lit one for her and put it directly in her mouth. I too collapsed to the floor beside her, exhausted.
She eventually got up and prepared some food, which we ate from the same plate, occasionally feeding it to each other. We eventually stumbled up to bed and fell asleep in each other's arms, naked under her thick winter duvet.
I awoke a few hours later, immediately blissfully aware of her soft breathing on my back and her petite hands gently resting limp on my back.
She must have sensed that I was half-awake as she began to kiss my neck, lazily and sensually, which immediately produced a tingling sensation in my pussy, as I recalled our love-making a few hours previously.
