His smell was different, manly with the remnants of his citrus body spray and yet not unpleasant. My other lovers had often been a little too ripe or drowned in some cheap deodorant. This was truly erotic. I can still smell it today.
Gently, and all the time still kissing me, he pulled my top off over my head. An appreciative look followed, whilst he threw off his own shirt and we embraced again. My bra went almost unnoticed and I felt his strong hands gently squeeze my breasts. I was used to gropers and grabbers, but this was a new sensation altogether. He circled and stroked them, now and then drifted across a nipple to send a wave through me. I was in heaven.
He rolled onto his back pulling me with him. I was now basically on top and required for a moment to return some of this pleasure. I kissed my way down his chest, the first hairy one I had ever felt, at the same time clasping his belt buckle, undoing it and the button fly that lay below. I could not fail to notice the hard object pressed against the back of my hand as I did so, a quick glance spotting his tool straining against the material of his Calvin Klein’s.
Just as I thought I was about to take a lead he rolled me over again and began to kiss his way down my body. All the time his hands continued to rove across me, trailing lower as he went lower himself. His lips settled the sweetest kisses on my nipples, sucking slightly as he drew on them, his thumbs sweeping underneath and pushing my small tits towards his mouth.
After a few minutes that seemed like decades, he continued his journey south. Swiftly he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my thong and of it came. I was slightly self conscious for a moment or two as I knew he was looking at my secret place, but the pleasure he then began to deliver removed any hint of embarrassment. He started with tiny butterfly kisses around my tummy and inner thighs, before blowing warm breath across my sparsely haired slit. A single finger ran gently up from ass to clit as if spreading my moistness evenly, before gently easing further in to test how wet I was.
He then slid back up the bed, offered me the finger to suck, which I did unthinkingly. I had never done this before. It was sensational. Once removed, his hand returned to my pussy. This time he just rubbed so very gently across my clit, almost just teasing it with the end of one finger. Every so often he would dip his finger in to take some more moisture up onto my clit before resuming his mission. I was in ecstasy. My first orgasm came quickly, my first at the hand of another, the second and thirds almost a continuation, his gentleness ensuring I felt no pain.
As he eased back I was gasping in his arms, my legs shaking uncontrollably, my juices running down my thighs, mingling with the sweaty glow the heat had created. It was amazing and I told him so, only to be answered by a devilish smile and him sliding down the bed to begin again with his tongue. God, I nearly exploded with the pleasure as his tongue traced the same furrow as his finger before, not ceasing until I had cum again, my hands pressing his head into me, my legs suspended in the air to offer my pussy completely to him.