In my two score years and ten, I have had my share of women: two wives and a few girlfriends, brief encounters and longer love affairs. They have all brought something to a full and rich life, helped me develop as a person and been good friends. Some have loved me and ultimately betrayed me, some have just been along for the ride and left when the going got tough, others eventually strained my patience and tolerance to breaking point.
Recently, after a drought of two years, I met a remarkable woman who comes close to being a perfect lover, partner and friend. She is Chinese, warm and friendly. Her name is Yan and she is slim, with small firm breasts and a beautiful full firm bottom. She has long legs which look sexy when she wears high heels and short skirts. Her long, lush, wavy black hair is her crowning glory: it frames her beautiful features, black eyes, small nose and full-lipped mouth. When she lays down her hair spreads about her on the pillow. It always smells delightful when I kiss her neck or when she bends over to kiss me. Her skin is the colour of honey, soft and cool which I delight in kissing and caressing. She smiles a lot, is rarely angry or down and has a very positive outlook on life. She is ten years younger than me, very affectionate and above all the only woman I have met who is as incessantly enthusiastic about sex as I am. She has a young son who she adores, so for the moment we don't live together. I see her often at weekends, and one evening during the week, when her son is with his father.
Evenings with my lover start when I call on her on my way home from work. Occasionally, we will stay at her apartment, but more often, we will end up at my house, which has more space. I like to cook, so the early part of the evening is taken up with food preparation, talk over a glass of wine while the meal cooks, and more conversation over dinner. If the evening is warm, we like to eat in the garden, in the cool shade of the house, looking out over my slightly unkempt but verdant garden. Yan always dresses in a way that attracts and excites me, though she denies doing anything special. She is one of those lucky women upon whom most clothes look good, as she has a good body, and a touch of make-up finishes the ensemble. I always feel so lucky to be with her, talking to her, admiring her and anticipating the evening ahead.
Later in the evening, if weather permits, we might go for a walk or sit a little longer in the garden. On cold nights it is great to light a fire and snuggle on the sofa with some music playing in the background. In either case, holding hands and kissing begin the process of lovemaking that may continue late into the night. I like to take a bath or a shower before bed, and sometimes we share this, lying at opposite ends of the bath, bubbles all around of standing together under a rain of hot water. Sometimes we start our foreplay here, other times we wait until she has dressed for the night ahead.
Yan, like most women, likes to dress up to go out and is equally happy to dress to please me in the bedroom. I find her irresistible dressed in just panties or a thong and if the night is cool, a silk tee-shirt. Stockings and a suspender belt are another favourite for cooler evenings. Over the time I have known her she has acquired a large collection of beautiful underwear, some presents from me, some she bought herself. Surfing the internet together for something new for her to wear is an effective form of foreplay. My favourite outfit at the moment is a bright red Lycra singlet which shows off her terrific figure, and a black thong with a smooth, velvety texture. There is a full length mirror in the bedroom and if she stands in front of it I like to stand behind her, my hands on her hips while I kiss her neck while I drink in the view of her lovely figure.
She likes to touch me and says that my skin is softer than a woman's - sometime I must ask her how she knows this! She sometimes falls asleep with her hand holding my genitals and indeed I have woken to find her hand still in place, and this is guaranteed to make me harden. So once we are in bed, kissing and cuddling, her hands will find me, and her touch strikes the first sparks of desire.
Lovemaking in earnest between us often starts with fellatio. When we first met, I was rock hard before ever we reached the bedroom, and the desire on both sides for immediate penetration was too great, but now our ardour is a little calmer, I am able to enjoy the sensation of being brought to a stand by her lips and tongue. Her move from kissing my mouth to my cock always surprises me, but I try to arrange things so that she is in such a position that I can caress her too. She draws back my foreskin and swirls her lips and tongue around my glans. This sensation is so intense for me it is almost painful and makes me squirm with delight. She often continues with this task much longer than is strictly necessary to reach its goal, for she enjoys the sensation as much as I do. I encourage her verbally as well as manually, and in the later stages my fingers will have found the front of her panties so I can rub her already damp pussy through the soft material. At this point her desire leads her to kneel astride me and guide me into her. I try to tease her by pulling her body forward so I can kiss her breasts, and in this position she is frustrated in her aim. This joyous struggle can continue for some time, until one or both of us can resist no longer and I push her panties aside whilst she lowers her now wet pussy onto my member.
I don't think I will ever tire of the sensation of entering her body; the feeling stirs the depths of my soul and makes my pulse quicken. I am not large, but passion with Yan renders my cock baton-hard, and she gasps as she sinks onto my body until penetration is complete. I thrust up to meet her and she begins a slow, rhythmical action, my member slick with juice. I reach up to fondle her breasts or to pull her face down onto mine so I can kiss her mouth. I can reach back to hold her lovely bum in my hands, controlling the speed of her movement and caressing its firmness. She starts slowly, lifting herself until I almost fall out of her, and then plunging down until her bottom touches my thighs. As her pace quickens, she begins to gasp with each stroke. I let go of her body and lay back, watching her closely, enjoying the graceful way her body moves and the intense pleasure from her pussy sliding over my cock. Sometimes she will move into a squatting position, and this action brings a different feeling of pleasure. I reach up to fondle her breasts and roll her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
I can only take so much of this passive action, delicious though it is. The need to dominate at some point becomes overwhelming and I persuade her by means gentle or more imperative, depending on my mood, to roll off and lie on her back. This is the first time, kneeling above her, my juicy member in my right hand, to admire her in all her wanton glory. Maybe the tee-shirt has ridden up, or is stretched tight across her breasts. A pulse of excitement sweeps through me and it is all I can do to resist a few strokes with my own hand and cum across her belly right there. But her pussy beckons my mouth. I lift her legs onto my left shoulder, and push her panties aside. I grasp her lovely ankles in my left hand and kiss the soles of her delicate feet. I begin a slow, delicious descent of her inner thighs, licking and kissing all the way. I slip my right hand under her, placing my thumb firmly on her rose-bud anus, and shift my left so it grips her legs around her waist and her feet rest on my back. When my tongue reaches her closed slit, I begin to explore the damp folds, from the soft fur of her well-trimmed bush, (When I met her she was fully shaved. but have persuaded her that a little fuzz atop her mons is more womanly) to the bridge between her vulva and anus. Her panties are sill there, and the fabric occasionally slips into the path of my tongue, adding another taste and texture to the mix. Yan is always vocal during our lovemaking, and this level of intense attention elicits deep moaning and barely intelligible words of encouragement and pleasure, I sit up, releasing her legs, her feet on the bed with her knees apart, her pussy spread, folds of pink flesh contrasting exquisitely with her darker skin. Her engorged clitoris is fully visible, a truly beautiful sight, the more so because it is a part of her that only I see. I lie flat on the bed and begin and continue to lick and suck, my hands gripping her upper thighs, tongue probing ever deeper and more firmly. She caresses my head with her hands, arching her back and pushing her pelvis harder into my face, moaning with pleasure.
