Passion

On Wednesday evening, as planned, Mel came round to my place for dinner. Strangely, considering how much both of us have been longing to meet again, and the suggestive nature of our recent sms conversations, we didn't even hug until after the wine was poured and dinner in the oven.

After dinner, I cleared the table and we retired to the lounge to finish our wine. I sat close beside her on the sofa, and in mere seconds she angled her head towards me and I leaned in to kiss her. That erupted into a passionate embrace, and I said "Come". Getting to my feet, I took her hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom, where minutes earlier I had lit a few candles.

We stood toe-to-toe beside the bed, the candles providing a soft light that made her skin glow as we embraced, our eyes closed, our lips entwined and our tongues began to explore.

Slowly, deliberately, we undressed each other, letting our discarded clothing fall in a heap where we stood. There was no hurry. Both of us, it seemed, were content to enjoy the moment to its fullest. As I unclipped her bra and let it slide slowly off her full and generous breasts, I bent down, cupped one and lifted the hardening nipple to my lips, sucking it gently and swirling my tongue around it. She undid my trouser button and fly and I pushed them over my hips to the floor before doing the same with her jeans. Wearing only our underwear now, we moved onto the bed, and Mel lay back looking up at me, drawing my body onto hers.

I lay over her, our legs entwined. I kissed her lips, her nose, her chin, her neck. I planted tender kisses on her shoulders and across her chest before dipping lower to her left breast. Her fingers found my crotch and caressed my already hard organ through the cotton. Desperate to feel her hands on me, I knelt up and quickly removed my briefs. I looked up at her face and smiled, then took the waistband of her lacy black knickers in my hands. She lifted her hips and I slid them over her smooth and shapely legs and dropped them to the floor.

Her neatly trimmed pubes formed a garden above one of the most beautiful pussies I have ever seen. I bent down and kissed her bush, then kissed my way along her thigh, to the knee, all the while caressing her calf, ankle, foot, before tasting my way back up her inner thigh towards her centre. When my lips finally arrived at the juncture of her spread thighs, I found her sweet-smelling pussy soaked with her juices. Eagerly, I lapped at her wetness and she gasped quietly. Easing her lips apart with my fingers, I swept my tongue upwards towards her clitoris, but found nothing. Pulling the hood backwards, and flicking my tongue under it, I felt only the tiniest of clitoral buds, but her head went back and her hips bobbed gently up and down, so I continued.

After some minutes, and apparently unable to achieve her orgasm, I moved back up her body. She lifted her legs, pulling me towards her, and grasped my rock-hard penis in her hands. Pausing only to get a condom on, I gently eased my prick into her soft and wet hole, and we began moving easily together. I gazed down into her eyes as our bodies moved. Her expression was one of need. Her face was flushed and her silky blonde hair fanned out on the pillow behind her. Switching positions, I suggested she turn over and put a pillow under her hips. I then entered her from behind. She felt much tighter this way, and I immediately felt that familiar tingle that signalled an impending orgasm. Mel, too, seemed to enjoy this position, and she began to thrust her hips back in ever-quickening rhythm. Soon, I was pistoning in and out of her, my breathing rapid and ragged. Mel buried her head in the sheets.
"Ahhh, I'm coming," I breathed, and an explosive orgasm took control of me.

Afterwards we cuddled for a while, and then started kissing and caressing again. Before long, I was inside her again, but my sac was empty and I would not come again. I tried to make up for it by going down on her again, and discovered that she prefers the short, slow lapping motion of my flat tongue to quick flicks of the tip against her slit. Finally, I felt her hips pulse and twitch and she moaned as her orgasm coursed through her.

We were both reluctant to move, and would have happily fallen asleep in each other's arms if it hadn't been for the fact that G was at her place with her daughter. Finally, we got dressed and I reluctantly took her home.

The next morning, we had another lengthy sms conversation, during which she sent:
"Was last night ok? You made me come loads. Sat want 2 do 69 xxx"

It seems that I didn't even notice all but one of her orgasms. I feel good that she enjoyed our first night of passion, though and she promised that Saturday would be even better! The plan is for us to meet late afternoon or early evening, check into the hotel, eat, shower and change, then go to the party, coming back to the hotel afterwards for another night of passion before falling asleep in each others arms.

I can't wait.