Our sensual encounter - part 1

What would happen in our first moments of intimate contact? The question dominated my thoughts for weeks.

Would I give in to primal desires, and rip your clothes off and ravish you until I was spent? Or would I rise above that, and treat you to hours of sensuality?

Today I would find out. We had our meet and greet earlier. The chemistry was wild!

The door closed…

We stand a few feet apart, staring at each other. Words aren't necessary. The burning desire in your eyes matches my own.

For now, sensuality could go fuck itself. I have to have you. Immediately.

I lunge forwards, and grab the hair on the back of your head and pull your face to meet mine. My other hand gropes your butt and pulls our hips together.

Through our layers of clothing, you can feel my hard cock press into you, as our tongues and lips fight an ancient carnal battle.

Frenzied minutes pass, with only moans escaping our mouths locked together. Hands explore contours and desperately seek openings in our clothes.

Without warning, I stop and step back. You're confused and step forward to resume.

I don't let you. My hands cup your face to give you pause.

Smiling, my hands trace your face. Ears. Neck. Fingers are barely touching skin.

The tracing continues down over your clothes. Shoulders. Arms. Chest. Your breasts react - I can feel your nipples harden despite the layers between us.

Further down. Your tummy. Around your back. Your hips.

Below your navel, to your mons. Your body reacts again, and leans forward into my hands, yearning for more.

You open your legs a little and grind your clit on my hand. Even through your pants, you can feel the pleasure, and you groan out … fuuuuuuck … as I reciprocate by rubbing you back.

With you grinding and me rubbing, we find a slow and steady rhythm that speeds up your breathing.

My other hand slips under your shirt, and finds a way to push up your bra. This first feel of your boobs excites us both, with my cock getting even harder. Both your hands clasp over mine, making sure I don't let go of your breast.

I soon sense a shift in your grinding and breathing, and suspect that you're close to orgasm. A few seconds pass, and it's clear, you're definitely about to cum … so I pull my hands away. It's not time. Not yet.

You can't believe the denial, but your protest ends when I start making out with you again. This time, it's sensual, with my arms enveloping your body.

I slowly walk you backwards, until we bump into the bed, and we lay down, still connected through the caring kiss.

You want me closer and so your legs open. I start a slow grind with my insanely hard cock against your pussy. Cock and pussy are desperate for us to be rid of the clothes, but making out is our priority right now.

Satisfied that you've forgiven me for the orgasm denial, I pause to lift your shirt. You're a beautiful and sexy sight. Tussled hair. Make-up smudged. Bra askew.

After holding your hands for a few moments while I soak up the sight, I twist you to unclasp the bra and remove it.

Your boobs look as hot as I dared imagine. I touch them tentatively. Feel all of them, around in circles. Your nipples respond by hardening further. I lean forward to take one in my mouth, then the other. A brief but gentle suck.

My hands roam down the skin of your tummy and reach your pants. I undo the button and zip, and pull them down. So so slowly.

You're left only in your nickers, which have a noticeable damp spot. I bring my face close, and gently trace along the edge with my tongue. Your hips spasm in response, desperately seeking more contact. Seeking to be penetrated.

It's time for your nickers to come off, also very slowly. I inspect what they'd been hiding - your glistening pussy. I massage above, and to the left and right of, your vulva. My tongue has a very quick lap at your clit, and another at your opening. Tasting you for the first time causes another lurch from my cock.

I lay down on you again, to resume making out. My cock reaching up to slide in. Your legs entangle my body, arching forward to receive me. I deny both of us what we crave by holding myself back.

My hands are busy, entangling your hair as we ravenously make out, so so close to consummating this encounter.

You beg me just to slide in and fuck you. I don't. I'm not ready yet. And neither are you, although you don't yet realise why not.

I needed to dampen down my passion, else risk giving in and immediately fucking you mercilessly, so I began to slide down your body.

Both boobs were my focus for the next ten or so minutes, as I suck, lick, fondle and lightly pinch them. Your moans were music to my ears!

I need to keep going, to my real goal. Your pussy. I wanted to go straight there, and give you the oral and fingering attention that you deserved. Again, it's not time for that yet.

To give you a sense of what would be coming, an exploratory finger works its way just inside your opening and then up to your clit … but only for a few seconds.

Grabbing my massage oil, I you roll over. With my knees astride your thighs, and my cock flopping down onto your butt cheeks, I pour a generous amount of oil onto your back.

Slowly and sensually, this was spread all over your back, shoulders, neck and glutes.

Kneading came next, before applying greater pressure along and across your major muscle groups.

Occasionally, I pause the massage to lean forward to nibble your ear and turn your head to make out with you.

With more oil, I shift my focus further down. Your hamstrings, calves and feet. The tightness in your calves need special attention and feedback to ensure it was helping your recovery from that injury.

Satisfied that I'd covered all the “appropriate” massaging areas, it was time to get inappropriate, and my focus shifts to your inner thighs.

Higher and higher. Closer and closer. Your involuntarily moans became more frequent, often turn into gasps of desire.

Your hips flex up towards me, inviting me to go further. I eventually oblige, and a sole finger works its way inside. As it seeks to become familiar with you, my other hand resumes gliding up and down your back. I need you to feel comfortable as the intimacy escalates.

Your g-spot is my goal, and I know as soon as I find it because you let out an even louder moan! Encouraged by this, I slowly slide the finger out and in, focusing on your g-spot each time, steadily increasing the pressure.

Your hips are now moving in sync with my finger. I let you set the pace because you know your body better than I do. I realise that you have slipped your hand under your tummy and are now rubbing your clit.

As your breathing quickens, so do our synchronised movements, and I add a second finger. You double down and moan much more loudly …. Don't stop don't stop don't stop.

Obliging, I keep up the same rhythm until your body begins to shake and everything tightens and pulsates and you let out the most satisfying shriek as you release into orgasmic bliss.

We slow down, and enjoy the mini-quakes that inevitably follow such an earth shattering experience.

Inevitably, you become still, so I turn you over to see the smile on your face. I begin another make out session, laying to your side, with my hand very carefully holding your pussy.

As we make out, my hand starts to apply very gentle pressure across your pussy, to help her relax. Meanwhile, my cock is aching, and you can feel it pulse against your hip.

Your hand claps around my cock, gingerly exploring its profile. You eventually pull away from our kiss to get closer to it, to touch it with both hands, and see it up close.

My cock is staring you right in the eyes, as you lick your lips, and then slowly wrap them around its head. I moan out loud as your wet warmth seeps into my soul.

You slowly slide it further into your mouth, and then back out. Together with your hands working some kinda magic, my eyes roll around in my head and it's my turn to moan loudly again.

I place my hands on your head and grasp gently. I need to feel you!

I look down, and see that your eyes are shining. Mine shine back in silent acknowledgement of the great pleasure you are inflicting on me.

I relax somewhat, and just accept that it's my turn to receive. I know that I'll turn the tables again soon, and return the oral favour.

With my head lolling back, and eyes closed, I relax further and simply enjoy you worshipping and slurping on my cock. I particularly loved it when you go that bit deeper, and gag. We both chuckle at that.

After a while, we got into a slow and gentle rhythm where I'd buck up as you bobbed down. Clenching my fists, I got so close to cumming that you pull back and just hold me in place to stop it from happening. It felt awful, yet divine, to be left on the edge like that.

As I let the feeling pass, I reached over and started to rub your clit in small circles. With my cock still in your mouth, I could feel the vibration as you begin moaning again.

In between circling around your clit, I occasionally drop my fingers to feel how wet you are, and use that wetness to better slide across your clit.

Your body writhes, desperately thrusting your hips onto my fingers, and your mouth once again slides further down onto my cock. I push into you, forcing my cock a tiny bit deeper, and put my other hand on the back of your head to hold you there.

You can't breathe, and I let a few silent seconds pass before releasing your head and pulling my cock back. You gasp for a few seconds, before returning deep down onto my cock.

Again, I hold your head, and I feel your legs tighten and clamp onto the hand that's circling your clit. You reach up and twist one of your own nipples and erupt into another orgasm, with legs flailing and body bucking.

For another few seconds I hold you, denying precious air, intensifying the orgasm. When I let go, you flop backwards, utterly spent, drawing in deep breaths.