I was alone in my bed last night thinking about you. It was so many years ago, yet, it seemed only a few months ago. The feelings of you standing beside me, in front of me, behind me, above me, all seem so vivid. How did everything begin?… As I recall, it was my doing… You were there, and since there was only one bed, you slept with me. I remember waking up in the morning and feeling close. I don’t know what made me start, just friendly comfort, I guess, but I started to caresss my back, feeling the shape of you through the silky material of your nightgown. You moved slowly under my touch, enjoying the sensual feelings of being rubbed. Gradually, I pushed my fingers a little further around your life, feeling the curves of your belly. It’s clear you couldn’t decide if you wanted me to keep going like you’ve become, and even get away from me. I persisted, quietly, gently, and gradually gave in and relaxed, allowing me to rub you. My very light touch now, I began to draw a line down your leg, feeling the change in the texture from satin to meat and my heart jumped a beat. My lower lip caught between my teeth, I started the trip back on the leg, giving space to move the shoulder on the bed, so you were now lying looking at me propped on a elbow. I leaned forward and kissed your lips so softly and you didn’t bang. Your lips were wet. At first you did not respond, except to lie there passively but very gradually, as I gently kissed, you began to kiss me, your lips separating slightly to allow me to start exploring with my language. I didn’t want to break the spell we created, I didn’t want to scare you back, so I went back to rub your stomach through the satin of your shirt, moving my hand up to feel the profile of your heavy breasts. You have the most beautiful body, very thin with big breasts that I could bury my face and drowned, with the utmost pleasure. You started moving back under my hand, enjoying the sensations aroused in you. I felt the profile of your nipples, erected, now, and as I moved from one to another, tracing a line around them, you gave a little lean pleasure. I kissed you once again, this time with more definition, and there was no response error now. You were having fun, me, and you kissed me back, your tongue trying my mouth, tasting me, our tongues caressing each other.

I broke up and set your head on your shoulder, cuddled. I had to reunite, calm down again from the tumult that was raging inside my head and my body. This was the first sexual experience that one of us had ever had with another person. I knew you were as excited as I was, but it seemed somehow wrong to push it over right now. It had to be something we both wanted, not just something that was carried out by sexual tension and the excitement of the moment. We held each other for the longest time, none of us want to talk, not really know, what to say the other. I finally sat down, holding my hand. Are you okay? I asked.

I liked it.

Did you? Do you want to continue? My heart was starting to beat faster now.

I believe what you have in mind?

I shuffled my back, I had no idea, except to explore and enjoy. The experience was, so far, the most exciting of my life and I just wanted to capture the feeling and continue to experience it forever. I’m back next to you, looking at your brown eyes. It was like having permission to raid the candy jar, and I didn’t know where to start! I put my hand to hit you once again, and I began to undo the buttons, knowing what I would find, I had seen you naked many times before, but now it was different. I divided the fabric to reveal you in your beautiful glory. My breath catches, you’re so beautiful for me. I tracked my fingers on my belly, this time without fabric to prevent the delicious sensations at hand. Once again, you were submissive, allowing me to explore your body, drink with my eyes, feel your warmth with my fingers. I clinged to take one of your nipples in the mouth, feeling it grow and harden in the mouth, responding to the sweet texture, my tongue flickering around it. I was breathless with excitement and my hand traveled down your body, down to your legs, caressing the outside first and then around the inside, gently rubbing them apart. You answered as I hoped, separating them enough for me from stroke up to the top, to that wonderful mound of dark hair and you could not help, but give a low gem but I have not yet visited that most private part of you, even if my body was sick. I realized that anticipation was so important and so my hand poured back on your belly, barely touching you. Your skin was pregnant in small bumps and I knew you weren’t cold, but excited and anticipated my next move. Once again, my hand stroked down, to the top of your mound and then around, gently brushing your hair as I went. Your legs separated further, an invitation for me to explore further. I was sensitive to this and I once again touched your inner thigh, sending small sparks through your body as I traced a path upwards. I reached the edge of your pussy and slid my fingers forward, caressing the shoulder with the other hand as I heard you gasp. I was surprised by the warmth and humidity I found… not only warm but warm, excited, inflated with yearning. What a pleasure, a joy to feel under my hands, to feel your breath coming in small drops of excitement, unknown until then. I move into the bed so that I can see and feel better, my hand frees flat on your stomach and my fingers now slowly entering you, feeling your muscles involuntarily force. My heart beats so fast and I can barely breathe. I feel my humiliation and the rubbing of my sex while I expose yours. With my thumb, I’ll brush your clitoris, which makes you lightly blow. I transfer some of your juices the rest of my fingers so that I can rub you and when I touch your clitoris again, you will give a strong twin of satisfaction. Ahh… this time I have it, my thumb slips on your clitoris, moving it back and forth, feeling the button of pleasure while I slip my fingers a little deeper into you. Your clitoris is so rooted that it takes little time and effort to make your body move against my hands. Of course, I am well aware of the geography of you - I have explored many times and know, so, what is likely you like, the pace and pressure necessary for pleasure as I can please myself and it is wonderful to be able to do this for you. I move back so that you kneel in my legs, a hand on every leg, moving them so that they meet at your pussy. With my hands on your tumulus, I swipe my thumbs up, separating your lips that can enter, stretching a little while as they slide in. Your buds are stronger now, your lps pushing towards me, raising you slightly from the bed. I blow my head to kiss you, to take your clitoris between my lips and play. I’ll do it slow with the tongue, pushing against the nerve endings I know are so alive. As I lift you, I move my thumbs, I stretch you a little longer and I feel that you are near your climax, your internal muscles grab me, your back arch, pushing you on my face. I get a little faster, I push a little deeper and feel like you take a deep breath. Suddenly, your thighs are tightened around my ears, your bowed back, I lose you for a moment and while you start relaxing, you find yourself again and lick more gently, pulling yourself down gently, knowing what you feel, as I feel so close just to give you pleasure and feel and feel. I slip my thumbs from you and sit down, caressing your humidity with my fingers before I get up to the bed to keep you in your arms and kiss you. As I said at first, it was a long time ago… more than half a life… But it seems so recent. Memory has the power to excite me almost as much as doing, and last night I went to sleep a happy woman.