Chapter 3: Romance

Kim fell into my arms and we really kissed passionately for the first time. We had kissed a few times before but this kiss stopped me in my tracks. In less than a minute, we were French kissing and loving it. I was as eager as she was apparently. We were each making little noises of approval.

I whispered to Kim that I loved her as our lips we touching; it was a sensuous uttering. She whispered back that she loved me, too. The next kisses were positively electric. I could feel them from my head to my toes, and especially in the middle.

I took my tongue and gently traced the outline of her lips over and over again. We were pliant to the other’s touch. She would occasionally bring her tongue out to greet mine. This wasn’t a French kiss; our contact was outside the mouth. I extended my focus to include her neck, ears and face, particularly using my tongue in her ear and blowing warm moist air as I whispered what a fabulously beautiful person she was in looks, in her inner being, and in how she came across to other people. She kept trying to get closer to me.

I shifted to a quiet loving of her mouth extending my tongue inside her as far as I could reach. We traded positions and in so doing really tasted each other over and over. I liked her taste; she told me she liked how I tasted and what I was doing. My heart skipped three beats. I knew we were getting turned on, but I pledged to myself to respect this lovely younger woman.

Kim reached over and started to unbutton my sport shirt. I took that as an invitation to simultaneously work on the buttons to her blouse. Together we shed our tops at the same time. She had a delicate bra on that she immediately shed by unhitching the catch in the back and shrugging the intimate garment off her chest. Her breasts were perfectly shaped handfuls of taut flesh with large areolas and significant nipples.

I put my mouth to first one and then the other breast, sucking on the nipples and feeling them extend in excitement at my attention. Kim moaned and put her head back to savor my attention to her chest. She stroked my head and hair as I attended to her. She also adopted a simple mantra that she kept repeating at intervals as I stoked her fires: “Yes ... yes ... yes.”

Then she surprised me and lowered her head to my chest, licking and sucking on my nipples. No one had ever done that before. I felt the electric charge from her foreplay reach my groin as she did this, and blood surged into my penis like never before.

I fussed with the belt and zipper to her Bermuda shorts. Kim became impatient and did it herself, raising her hips off the bed to lower her shorts and immediately also her bikini underwear. She kicked both off the bed. She lay next to me nude.

If I’d surreptitiously watched her before all this, I positively and openly gawked at her naked body stretched out net to me. I whispered, “I’ve gone to heaven, and you are the loveliest of all the angels come to welcome me. You are the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever seen.”

I made a motion to reach for her pubic area but she stopped me and said “No, you strip. too.” I stood and removed the rest of my clothes and tossed them aside. Our two bodies merged in a magnificent kiss of epic dimensions for now we were fully honoring each other through our nakedness, fully loving each other as never before.

We both reached for each other’s sex at the same time. She fondled my rising cock and started a slow up and down motion masturbating me; she apparently enjoyed the feeling of me in her hands. I got even harder than I already was.

I traced the outline of her entire pubic area with one finger, avoiding contact with her sex at first. My finger ran around the edge of her trimmed pubic hair and down the inside of the depression in her thighs; I jumped to the other leg and retraced a similar route along her thigh, around her hair and over her flat stomach. She writhed under my hand, not because she was ticklish but because she wanted me to touch her sex.

I gently stroked into her pubic hair from her stomach, occasionally using my entire palm to remove any hint of tickling. This was not playtime; this was time for love. Gradually my finger found her slit and only tentatively at first made short and shallow forays into the front and very wet areas of her sex, then deeper, and then deeper and more pronounced. She rose to meet my hand, forcing me to her. She whispered, “You tease,” in a tender voice and gently bit my lip.

I shifted myself down the bed, rolling between her legs and putting one over my shoulder onto my back. My tongue started behind her right knee and traced a gentle line from there almost to her sex. I repeated the process on the other leg. I then rose and used my tongue across her lower abdomen, just above her pubic area. She pushed my head down with her hands.

I lightly ran my tongue down her moist slit; she was generating wetness rapidly. Her aroma was like the finest perfume. I savored the taste of her. Her fluid was a musky aromatic juice that was erotic and sexy beyond description. If I could bottle it, I would have saved it forever to remind me of that first moment at her threshold. I used my tongue to explore further and deeper into her pussy. She was tenderly stroking my head and guiding me with gentle motions: up, down, slightly to this side, pushing me into her.

I found her clitoris as it came out of its little hiding place. I knew I’d located it because it was carefully cloaked in a small circle of skin and rose in her excitement to greet my assault; more obvious though was her twitching and jerking motions as I ran my tongue over that part of her love nest.

I basked in her aromas, her fluids, her passion when we kissed, and all the preamble we’d gone through before those moments.

I started to stoke her thighs with my hands as I focused on her pussy with my tongue. Gradually, I brought my hands up and started to involve them in loving Kim and in particularly loving her pussy. I started to finger and lick at the same time, using tongue and then fingers. I inserted a finger into her cunt and her lower body rose up to meet me. I searched for her G-spot, exploring the areas I knew where it was supposed to be. Then Kim’s body arched towards me as I ran two fingers over a patch of internal tissue that had a slightly different texture from adjacent walls; I’d found it.

I moved away and came back, over and over again. I combined my oral loving of her clit with my fingers on her G-spot. Kim started to moan. I increased my stroking and sucking. She whispered, “Oh dear God, I’m cumming. Oh, yes ... yes ... yes.” I then accelerated my sucking and thrusting of my fingers into her cunt.

Kim came. She was magnificent in her climax. Her back arched. She clutched my head to her nether region, squeezing my head with her legs that had been held back to afford me maximum availability. She wanted my tongue to continue and my face to be smashed against her sex at the same time. My fingers gently stroked and then slowed their assault on her body.

She squealed and moaned. Her entire body shook with several tremors than ran from head to toe. If there’d been an earthquake, it would have come in about Richter Ten. A small bit of womanly fluid appeared. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh, that was wonderful. Oh, dear God, thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you. I love you.”

The peak of pleasure passed. She was still languishing in the afterglow of the moment I’d provided her. She reached down and pulled me up, “Come here. Kiss me.” I moved up and gently kissed her. She pulled me to her in a hard and passionate kiss. When we parted she said, “I’m tasting myself, aren’t I? I don’t mind that. I never tasted myself before.”