When Barb moved to Portland I had no idea my life would undergo such a dramatic change. Looking back, I saw myself just living a routine existence, getting married, having children. I don't believe that would have been living life as I was meant to live it.
When I began making love to Ping it was just that, love. I know that sounds odd but it wasn't just sex to me. I'd only met her a few hours earlier, maybe it wasn't Ping herself that I was falling in love with. It was the idea that I was in charge of what I was doing. I could get what I wanted and not have to satisfy someone else before getting what I wanted. The pleasure I received made me want to return the favor. No, arguments, no negotiating and I didn't feel guilty at all.
I think there's an abyss between feeling wanted or desired, like a new toy at Christmas you've been craving for and the feeling that you're a familiar stuffed animal, always there, comfortable and safe. I definitely had that desired feeling with Ping.
I'd caught my breath from the wonderful intense orgasm Ping had just given me. The slight intoxication I felt with the wine had now been replaced with an intense feeling of desire to please the woman who now lay naked next to me.
I swallowed hard still a bit unsure if I could reciprocate the pleasure. I was under no pressure to do so. I was going to try regardless because I wanted to not because I had to. I nuzzled her neck to build up my courage. I was about to do something I'd never thought possible. I continued kissing down her svelte body, my lips paused at her breasts for a brief interlude of sucking and teasing. I actually enjoyed her nipples in my mouth. It was fun playing with them and seeing her reaction as she delighted in my experimenting.
She squirmed a bit encouraging me with her moans and whispers of compliments on my expertise. I was doing something right. As my confidence grew so did my lust for her. Traveling down her, I again stopped. I was thinking about what I was about to do when I should have just followed my passion. She must have felt it also, she placed her fingers in my hair drawing my hair up and out. She continued that for a few moments then gently pushed me down to the "promised land".
I came back to life and focused on her body. The reluctance I briefly felt passed as I licked and kissed her sweet skin. Upon reaching her trimmed "landing strip" I heard a whispered, "Yes, my kitten" . That was all it took. I licked her landing strip as if I were a real kitten lapping up a bowl of sweet cream. My tongue then slipped easily into her wetness. My movement evoked a moan and a "YES" in Chinese, I assumed. I was actually delighted with the taste which reminded me of tasting myself on her lips. It definitely wasn't something I found disgusting.
She spread her toned long legs further apart allowing me full access to her. I placed one hand around her leg. The other reached up to massage her breast and play with her nipple. I sat up a bit so my tongue could dive deeper within her sweet folds. We both were getting worked up again. My sucking and mouthing her pussy was better than I imagined. Her warm juices flowed freely over my cheeks giving me a naughty feeling but, it was a good naughty.
Each time I pinched her nipple her sweetness met my face with a bit more enthusiasm. My tongue darted in and out of her, discovering a new passion within me. I savored her being with all of my senses. The feel of her body, the scent of our shared musk, the sounds of her arousal and the sight of me bringing her to climax was wonderful to me. Her arousal and encouragement fed the fire within me, I was ready to orgasm again and it felt fantastic.