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FIRST TASTE - AN INITIATION
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FIRST TASTE - AN INITIATION INITIATION We have met once before, and the initial play was fun, exciting, and the chemistry was there, just as it had been from the first contact; always holding the promise of even greater enjoyment in the future. When I suggested meeting at the restaurant for our second rendezvous, rather than going directly to a more private location, you were somewhat surprised but not disappointed. In getting to know me, you had come to expect the unexpected. Once seated and served, our lighthearted chat masks the much more erotic thoughts we both have, but that are revealed in our shared gaze at each other. After a few minutes, a woman approaches our table, and you're shocked, even mildly irritated that I rise to greet her with a friendly but warm kiss on her cheek and ask her to join us. Even as I am making the introductions, you detect a connection between she and I, as she slides quickly into your side of the booth, sitting just a little closer to you than would be considered appropriate. Your mind begins to wonder. Her easy smile meets your friendly but questioning expression with a knowing look that you can't quite place, but the burning sensuality pouring from her eyes as she locks them with yours tells you it's more than the usual "Hi, nice to meet you." That look, along with the immediacy of her physical presence starts your imagination wandering down paths you hadn't anticipated. She is sitting close. Not pressed close against you, but close enough for her soft curves to make incidental contact which distracts you each time. As the conversation wanders, so does her hand, gently touching your arm, and then more discretely your leg, as your imagination begins to swim in excitement. Finally I say, "I THOUGHT you two would like each other, let's go!" Your rational mind tells you that you shouldn't; nothing was agreed to, you don't know where we're going, you don't know what will happen; but your curiosity, your imagination, and your desire all conspire to veto your fears. The hotel room is well appointed, and it's obvious from the added touches of waiting candles already lit and opened bottle of wine, that it has been prepared in advance for our arrival. That is the least of your concerns right now. We all enter the room together, and just has She has been all along, She remains physically close, just inside your personal space. Not so close as to be intimidating, but definitely close enough to feel her presence. You are surprised when she says, "Excuse me for a minute, you two get comfortable", as she disappears into the bathroom. Once she leaves, I embrace you, immediately engaging you in one of the patently erotic, make-you-melt, kisses that you've come to expect; breaking it momentarily to whisper in your ear simply, "Are you OK?". The<b> glaze </font></b>of passion over your eyes, and the pressure of your breasts heaving against my chest with each, ever deeper breath answer the question. The kissing continues, and you are pleasently surprised at the speed at which things progress. In moments we are in bed, naked, and I have you so aroused you almost forget our guest. Then she emerges from the bathroom, every inch of her warm glowing skin visible, and in an offhanded way in a quietly erotic tone she says to you, "Hi baby". Her lilting female voice is in stark contrast to the deep, corse resonance of mine; and the sound of it directed specifically to you with unabashed intent raises you to an unexpected level of excitement. She has been watching us the past few minutes, and knows full well that you are ready to accept her. My mouth has wandered down your body, and you are so aroused with the magic my tongue and lips have been playing between your legs, that you greet her in a nearly dreamlike trance as she slides her soft feminine body into bed and against yours. You are overwhelmed with sensual overload as the mixture of my soft, but definitely masculine touches, kisses, and caresses are blended with those of a decidedly more feminine nature. She has become nearly as excited, both by the simple erotic pleasure, and also at the prospect of being your first woman; with full confidence in her ability to make it an experience of a lifetime for you. Her skills are amazing, and between our combined efforts we have brought you to orgasm several times. She and I have shared a few moments and exchanges for you to see and enjoy, but mostly we have concentrated on you. My next whisper into your ear is hoarse with arousal and excitement, as I murmur "School's in session". I gently but firmly pull her from you, kissing her, and caressing her as I do. I say to her, "Teach her ... tell her what is good and what isn't ... direct her." I really didn't have to say anything, she already knew. As I lay her gently on her back, I direct your movements. Your first instinct is to immediately touch her between her legs. Your curiosity is now in full bloom, and you also want to prove to her you can give her the same pleasure she has provided you. I hold you back, and say, "Wait ... first learn her body." I direct your hands and mouth, kissing her.. showing you how... how to touch, where to touch, but it's an exercise in futility. Your instincts are perfect, you know what to do without realizing you know it. I see your innate ability, fueled with passion and desire, and I let you proceed without interference. I continue my explorations of both of you, as I say to you, "Now baby... let your mouth wander down her body." She parts her legs wider, you slide your soft skin against hers as you move into postion. You are enjoying every moment, but the realization of what you are about to do hangs in the background of your consciousness. I immediately recognize your slight hesitation and bring my face right next to yours and say, "It's OK... go ahead", as I kiss you on the back of your neck, making the small soft hairs of your skin stand on end. You softy, slowly extend your tongue from between your half parted full, moist lips; and as your mind swirls in excitement and disbelief of the moment, you let it slide between the wet swollen lips of her pussy. End of Chapter One. |
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