Gin and Temptation!

I've always been intrigued by the female form—there's something captivating about the softness, the curves, and the intimacy that women naturally embody. Although all of my sexual encounters have been with men—mind-blowingly good ones at that—I've often wondered what it might feel like to be with a woman, to experience her body in the same way I enjoy being touched by a man.

Lately, I found myself fantasizing about a connection with a woman I found attractive, wondering if I would enjoy the experience just as much. To my surprise, that fantasy came closer to reality one evening with a colleague I've known for over four years. Stacy had recently come out of a difficult marriage and had come over one weekend to relax, share some gossip, and catch up.

We were a few drinks in, chatting and laughing as usual. Stacy admitted that while she was content with where her life was heading, she missed intimacy. She was ready for someone new, but not love—she just wanted to feel desired again. I laughed at her boldness, agreeing that she deserved some good, unrestrained pleasure. Then, with a cheeky grin, she confessed that more than anything, she missed the feeling of being worshiped by someone—particularly when it came to being pleasured orally.

Without thinking, I teased her, "Well, you don't necessarily need a man for that." She raised an eyebrow, intrigued by my comment, and I explained how toys could easily satisfy, but she countered that nothing could compare to the sensation of a warm mouth and the closeness of skin-on-skin contact.

Her words stirred something inside me. Before I could stop myself, I jokingly offered, "I could always fill in, at least until you find someone." We were both tipsy, flirtatious, and curious by then. Stacy leaned in closer, a daring smile crossing her lips. "Don’t test me," she warned playfully, "I might just take you up on that offer."

I felt the air between us shift, heavy with tension. Stacy was older, confident, and undeniably attractive with her dusky skin and soft curves. Her openness excited me in ways I hadn’t fully explored before. Emboldened, I said, “Maybe I could start with those beautiful breasts of yours,” and slowly unbuttoned her sheer pink blouse, my fingers lightly tracing the line of her cleavage.

She relaxed into the sofa as I eased her bra down, revealing her breasts. They were warm and inviting. I began gently teasing her nipples with my tongue before taking them into my mouth, slowly at first, savoring the sensation. She moaned softly, her hand guiding my head closer, pressing me to her as if wanting to feel more. The warmth of her body, her soft gasps, and the taste of her skin—it was intoxicating.

I kissed my way down her body, trailing soft touches and lingering at her thighs. When I finally parted her legs, I was met with her undeniable arousal. I took her clit gently into my mouth, savoring the moment before increasing the pressure, letting my tongue explore her in ways I hadn’t anticipated. Stacy responded with a deep moan, her hands clutching my hair, pulling me deeper into her.

Her taste was intoxicating, sweet and salty like caramel, and I found myself lost in the rhythm of pleasuring her, each movement of my mouth making her hips buck and her moans grow louder. She shifted, positioning herself above me, her body pressing against my face. The sensation of her skin, the taste of her desire—it was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

For what felt like hours, I pleasured her, alternating between soft teasing and intense focus until she was trembling with overstimulation. When she could take no more, I reached for my vibrator, eager to finish what I had started. With Stacy’s body laid against mine, I guided the toy to her swollen clit while my hand gently squeezed her breasts. The vibrator's hum brought her over the edge in mere moments, her body shaking as she let out a long, primal moan. She clung to me, whispering “yes” as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her.

That night changed something in me. Stacy was the first woman I’d ever tasted, and it was an experience unlike any other. Since then, we've shared more moments, and she’s even joined my partner and me for intimate encounters. But she will always hold a special place as the one who introduced me to this side of my desires—an unforgettable first.