I had spent an incredible night with an exciting Maori girl who had a hard athletic body and knew how to use it beautifully. I had to go to work and felt uncomfortable, not knowing how we should part. Would she want to see me again? Was she uncomfortable with what had happened? My stomach was knotted, torn between guilt because of my first experience with a woman other than my wife and excitement at feeling like a teenager discovering sex again.
We shared coffee and a reassuring conversation about how we both had a wonderful night. Eventually Julie leaned forward and looked up at me then kissed me long and soft. She turned and walked outside to her car. As I too left, to go to work, she gave me a friendly wave. God I will never forget this experience.
Later in the morning at work the thought struck me "How do I find her? I only know her first name. I don't know where she works, her phone number - nothing. What an idiot. Maybe she'll call around again one evening."
So, I spent the rest of the weekend torn between opposing feelings - elation at a wonderful experience with Julie, sadness that I may not see her again. Over the following 4 days, I must have checked the driveway 50 times thinking/hoping I had heard a car. How can I make it happen again?
Wednesday afternoon I had an idea about getting Julie's phone number which came off. A friend in the town knew her and passed on a message to call me. My friend also gave me Julie's number. That evening I sat full of anticipation wondering "would she call?"
Nothing happened.
Thursday evening I called again and I was told by someone who answered (I later found it was her sister) that Julie had my number with her. She said "She's very curious about who you are". For the next couple of hours, again I waited alone. Then the phone rang. I thought my voice had deserted me. It was Julie. "Do you really want to see me again?" she asked softly.
"Julie, I've been sitting alone here every night since you left, wishing you were here with me. Can you come around again? I'd love to see you again."
"I'll be there in an hour or so, ok?"
"That would be wonderful. See you than."
She arrived later that night. She was dressed sharply in a knee length black stretch Lycra skirt and a form fitting bright red jersey over a Von Dutch singlet top.
We again enjoyed some friendly conversation whilst listening to some music and drinking some beer. I'm normally a scotch and coke man but I love to drink beer with this girl.
She has this knack of dropping the sexiest suggestions into normal conversation. I told her I would be back in town in 2 weeks. She mentioned that she used to shave her pussy and she might have it shaved again when I come back. I could think of nothing else to say except "that would be spectacular". I told her "We should stay in a motel the next night and enjoy a sex filled Friday evening and no disturbances."
She told me that would be wonderful. She hadn't stayed in motels too often. "I have a lot of sexy outfits I could wear."
God can she be more exciting?
We moved to my room with our drinks where I sat on the bed while she used the ensuite. She re-entered the bedroom and knelt on the bed in front of me. She simply looked into my eyes and softly spoke "I've taken my panties off you know."
Ok brain; don't let me pass out now please. This girl is just so exotic, hot, enticing and so aware of her sexuality.
I reached forward to kiss her. Our arms encircled each other and as she slipped her tongue between my lips, I felt her left knee slide between my legs and her right knee went outside my left leg. She had my left thigh between her thighs. Still kissing, she took my left hand and brought it up under her skirt where I ran my fingers through that delightful bush, lightly running my middle finger up and down along her slit. It was wet with dew drops of moisture. I brought my hand back and smelt and tasted the moisture on my fingers. Is there are more exciting moment in life just before love making? I think not. The greatest pleasure in sharing foreplay is the building anticipation of what may happen next. She again grasped my wrist and brought my fingers to her mouth where she too tasted her moisture. She looked me straight in the eyes and whispered "mmmmmmm, tasty".
I gently pressed on her shoulders to lay her back and unzipped her skirt. We slid it off together and I kissed her in four places, her lips, her breasts and then her pussy, hot and moist with apparent desire. She pushed me onto my back and together we removed my clothing. Soon we were both naked and fell into a tight 69 embrace. Her mouth is just so talented. After a short period, Julie swung around to face me and straddled my hips. She pointed my cock to her lips and slowly slid back, impaling herself with her head thrown back. Only a few thrusts later Julie said "Can you feel me coming on you?" Her juices were running down her thighs onto mine.
Over the next hour, we were writhing and panting in a sweat all around the bed. I was taking her from behind when I thought I was too exhausted to carry on much longer. Julie, sensing my fatigue, turned to me and said "Do you want to put it in my arse?"