Where it happened: Her Apartment
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
We had been good friends for a couple of months, after I met her at a retreat. She was divorced, four years my senior. After a game of tennis we parted, and I called her at her apartment. She invited me over.
We embraced. She went to the bedroom for pillows for the living room floor. I guided her back to the bedroom and she went willingly. I disrobed. Then, without my asking, she kissed me, starting with my chest, to my belly, and finally my penis. I was startled. I didn’t expect her to do that. It was the most pleasurable experience of my life. She swirled her tongue as she sucked. Then she flipped the tip with her tongue. The pleasure was so extreme, I could barely whisper her name. I knew I owed her a return favor.
I turned over and crouched between her legs. She guided me into her warm, slippery vagina. I was amazed. I had never felt so wanted in my life. She was so open for me, I felt no urge to ejaculate. As I moved gently in and out of her. I was caressing her from inside her body. She, however, was reaching an orgasm. She pleaded with me to slow down, but I was only moving in a slow, gentle, steady pace. Finally, her body began to heave and she began to breathe more rapidly. She let out a whimper and said, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait.”
My ejaculation was not coming, so we got up and took a shower together. We lathered each other. She lathered my penis. As she did so, she smiled. I said, “saved the best for last.”
We got out of the shower and admired each other’s bodies in the mirror. She told me she liked my body.
I asked her if she had any lingerie she would like to wear for me. I went to the living room to lie down. She put on a red satin gown that displayed her pink flesh nicely. I asked her if she would like me to give her oral sex. She consented and I made a fumbling attempt to please her. That isn’t what she really wanted, though. I moved up her body, rubbing my penis against the silky fabric of her robe and entered her again. Very shortly, she reached an orgasm. This time, I was determined to ejaculate, so I increased my pace and plunged rapidly in and out of her until I ejaculated. She felt me ejaculate and reached around to cup my balls in her hands while she pleaded, “don’t leave.”
After lingering for a while, she went and got a warm wash cloth. She tenderly cleaned off my penis and we lay naked against each other. We both spilled our life stories. I told her about my sexual doubts and fears. She told me about her own hurts and experiences. It was almost a healing time as we simply lay there and shared each other’s burdens.
Soon, I got another erection. This time, she took the lead and tried to mount me. When she expressed frustration, I took her in a sitting position and inserted myself into her. I carried her to her bed impaled upon my penis.
In bed I turned over and let her make love to me from the top. I watched her close her eyes as she experienced intense pleasure as she leaned back against my penis. Finally, I turned her over and made love to her from the top. She again reached an orgasm. I wanted a second ejaculation and began to thrust vigorously in and out of her. Finally, I got my second ejaculation for the evening and as I did so, she again cupped my balls in her hands and pleaded for me to stay inside of her.
I’ll never forget her. I really did want to marry her, and I would have if I’d been at a point in my education when I could have afforded to do so. We parted as friends. We didn’t have sex again because we really did believe that sex belongs exclusively in marriage. We remained true to that commitment from that point forward.
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