1.Amuse Bouche.
Vaginas come in many different varieties, some more beautiful than others. For me they are the most glorious part of any woman and I would gladly worship them all day. This was why I felt privileged to have what I considered the most beautiful I had ever seen just inches in front of me. I looked at it with awe. I hadn't expected to be so love-struck by the sight of it. I blinked several times to make sure my eyes were telling the truth.
There are shy vaginas and flagrant exhibitionists. There are those that simply take the middle ground and proclaim the function. Then there are those few exceptions like this one before me. With thighs closed they may belong to the shy and retiring, showing hardly any sign of their presence. But then the thighs part and slowly spread and they open like a red rose. The sort of rose one gives to a lover. A delicate bloom that my new lover is giving me,
But the gift that a vagina gives is not just for the eyes, it also comes with a scent. Once more there are good and bad. There are some, and I have met a few, that are, to be quite blunt, rank, and odious as there are with flowers. There is a species of cactus that very rarely blooms, I believe its once every twenty years, that gives off the scent of rotting carcass. In its short life as a flower it must attract as many flies and other pollinating insect as possible. Its scent serves a purpose, but it is not one that I would seek out nor one I would want to fill a house with. I will happily leave them to their remote jungle and desert habitats.
In contrast there are the floral essences extracted and carefully contained that encapsulate the parfumiers idea of what a flower should be like. I find them overpowering and they sting the back of my throat. They mask and overwhelm any natural scent. It is designed to hide rather than to enhance the beautiful smell of a woman. Like a plastic flower sprayed with an expensive perfume. Neither can compare to the real thing.
I moved my face an inch or two closer and breathed in deeply through my nose. I was not disappointed even though I feared I might be. As her scent filled my nostrils my desire increased. This truthful scent is like an aphrodisiac to me. The precursor to a heavenly meal at a great restaurant. It has no comparison.
Now comes the moment of delight that has been tempting me for so long. As with any dish at a restaurant, one has delighted at the presentation, bent low to savour the smells and have come to the crowning moment, the first taste. I could bear the suspense no longer and I crossed the final gap. With my lips closed my kiss gave only a hint of the joys to come. Tentatively I pushed out my tongue. What it found was beyond my wildest dreams. The texture was smooth and moist, almost like silk. The taste was divine with a piquancy that sent the taste buds reeling. It was both familiar and novel at the same time. As with all vaginas it had its own nuance of flavour, its own tang, its own succulence. It held the promise of more joys to come.
2.The Starter.
I had never met a prospective bed-mate more nervous than Louise. I could feel her trembling as I held her hand. We had only just met and at first, I put it down to the thrill of first night sex. She wasn't the only one feeling nervous. This was not my usual style, I preferred getting to know a new girl first but somehow this time was different. It felt right from the moment our eyes locked.
She was with a group of girls some of who I already knew, and I didn't notice her at first. This was my usual Friday night hangout, a dyke bar not far from where I lived. It was a safe haven and I knew I'd always find other women to chat to. There was also the chance of hooking up with someone and having a fun night back at my place or theirs. I grabbed a drink and headed over to the group, exchanging greetings along the way.
It was only after we'd done the usual round of kisses and hugs that I noticed her. She was stood behind a woman opposite me, almost in interloper but still obviously attached to someone in the group. Finally, one of them turned around to find her and pulled her in closer.
"Hey ladies, this is Louise," she said by way of introduction, "she's a bit shy as it's her first time here so be nice."
The poor girl had the air of a terrified mouse as she was passed round the group for the traditional hug and the kiss on the cheek. When my turn came, I smiled at her and a flicker of a smile flashed across her face before I did my version of the hug and kiss routine. When she was done, she shrank into the background once more. For some reason I watched as she did so, and our eyes met again. I grinned at her and raised my glass and she smiled back, a little less nervously this time.
Several drinks later we were all sat round a large table having a raucous time. I found myself sitting next to this new girl, whether by accident or design I don't know. She was still very quiet and not joining in, so I thought I'd make an effort. I turned to get a proper look at her. She was pretty enough, with lovely brown eyes and quite long brown hair that fell plumb line straight past her shoulders. She wore a pretty but quite conservative blue top. She was thin almost to the point of being skinny and I vaguely wondered if she was anorexic. Dark blue jeans and sensible black shoes completed her ensemble.
It was initially hard work, but I slowly drew her into conversation and began to learn a little about her. She worked in a dead-end job at a call centre where she suffered people shouting at her all day even though none of it was ever her fault. At one point I thought she was going to burst into tears, and I took her hand in sympathy and squeezed it gently. Somehow, I forgot to let it go afterwards and we continued to hold hands for the rest of the evening. By the time the evening was over, and the landlady wanted to kick us out she felt like an old friend and I had little hesitation in inviting her back for a drink at my place.
She went very shy again but managed a nod of her head. I said farewell to the others, grabbed her hand and walked off down the road ignoring the ribald comments from the rest of the group. We walked in silence the short distance to my flat. The silence made me even more aware of her nervousness. I had to let go of her hand to find my keys and I was scared she'd run away but when I'd opened the door and turned back around, she was still there. I took her hand once more and gently tugged her inside. She stood in the middle of the living room looking around her as if she were checking for escape routes. Finally, I broke the awkward silence.
"Drink?"
She nodded her reply and looked at me.
"Grab a seat. I've got some white wine in the fridge, is that ok? Its only cheap stuff, I'm sorry."
"That would be lovely," she said, her voice catching with the effort of disturbing the silence.
I disappeared into the kitchen and sorted out two glasses and the chilled bottle, already open and lacking the glass I'd had before going out. When I returned, she was sat at one end of the long couch which was the only seating in the room. I put the glasses on the low table in front and poured two generous drinks, then I sat with her on the couch, not in the opposite corner but in the middle. I handed her a drink and took the other for myself. I raised my glass and smiled.
"To you," I said with mock solemnity.
I held out my glass towards her but kept it just out of reach. As she leaned forward to touch hers to mine, I darted my head forward and kissed her on the lips. She pulled back but a lot more slowly than I had expected and there was a quick "Oh" of surprise.
