Our First Time

As I approached the hotel, where my potential lover was waiting, the
feelings of anticipation and excitement were growing inside me. The
butterflies in my tummy and the grip on my heart were almost
overwhelming. Although we had met before good sense was telling me that
I should be cautious, that I shouldn't be putting myself in this
situation with what any outsider might think was almost a complete
stranger, but I felt no fear. The conversations we had had over the
period of weeks since we "met" on line were enough to make me feel
completely comfortable with my actions.

He had been supremely considerate. I told him how nervous I felt about
going to a hotel, in my imagination people could just look at me and
know that I was a married woman, going to a place I should not, to be
with a man I should not be with. I felt transparent. But he had done it
all for me, checked in and told me the room number. As I ascended in
the lift, my mind was racing. What would I say ? What would I do when I
entered the room ? Would he still think I was attractive ? Would he be
as nervous as me ?

In what seemed an eternity the lift climbed to the second floor and the
doors opened. I read the room number indicators in the corridors, found
the room and tentatively knocked on the door. He opened the door as
tentatively as I had rapped upon it, and peered round the opening, with
a huge grin on his face. As I entered the room, my nervousness grew and
diminished all at once. He took me in his arms, tipped my chin up for
my lips to meet his and kissed me, a most gentle wonderful kiss, his
soft lips softly caressing mine "Hello Honey" he said. He knew I liked
it when he called me that.

I had bought fresh strawberries and chocolate sauce, and a chilled
bottle of pink champagne for us to celebrate our first union together.
I was kind of glad of the distraction of showing him my
purchases.....and he too seemed to appreciate it. The champagne poured,
and all but the tiniest traces of nervousness gone, we held each other
in a tight embrace, and kissed again. I could taste the champagne on
his lips, and as we kissed my body became immediately alive, my
breathing quickening and feeling the need to gasp, my breasts tingling
with excitement and my pussy beginning to throb. We continued kissing
and nibbling each other as we fell on to the bed.

I can't remember in what order we removed our clothes, it was all so
natural, as natural as rain falling on the leaves of a tree in a summer
storm, as natural as the wind blowing your hair from your face as you
stare out to sea on a deserted beach. His body was beautiful, perfect
in every way, his muscles finely defined, broad strong shoulders, firm,
flat well defined stomach, beautiful ass and thighs. I felt almost
inferior in his presence, I was older than him and had borne three
beautiful children, I felt my body was so far from perfect, and I was
hoping he wouldn't mind. I had been working hard on my body - but would
never expect to regain the beauty that youth can bestow. I was nervous
when it came to disrobing completely - he sensed this and understood -
and was complimentary, understanding and gracious all at once, never
once stopping stroking and kissing me.

By now the feelings in my body were beginning to take over, and
nervousness or shyness being swamped completely by my desire. The
desire to feel his lips against my skin, to have his hands stroke my
body, my breasts, my nipples, my tummy, gently making their expert way
down to my throbbing, expectant and extremely wet pussy. I began to
moan quietly with pleasure. His fingers traced across my closely
trimmed mound, tracing my lips and pausing briefly near my clit, my
body reacting to his every touch. The passion was flowing through me
and I had to touch him, to taste him. The smell of his skin was like a
heady perfume, serving only to increase the intensity of the feelings
within me.

I rolled him over onto his back and gently licked at his nipples...his
reaction was completely acceptable, he too let a moan of pleasure
escape from his lips, and I continue to lick his body, and kiss and
nibble my way down to his stunning manhood. If I had any doubt that he
was as aroused as me those doubts were dispelled as I took his cock in
my hands and tasted the cum from the tip - he tasted divine and sweet.
I felt a hunger growing within me to devour him, to give him as much
pleasure as he was lavishing upon me, my hands gently but firmly
kneading his balls, and massaging his rock hard cock, as my tongue
continued to lick and tease at the tip, my lips encircling and
caressing him, he continued

to moan with pleasure, and as I worked on his body he began to caress
me again...his fingers slipping inside my drowning pussy and making me
wriggle with pleasure.

My orgasm washed over me and I was unable to continue to give his
hardness the attention it so desperately deserved, I needed him inside
me. I needed to feel at one with him. He gently moved me across the bed
and slowly, excruciatingly and fantastically slowly entered my hot
begging pussy. I consumed him eagerly, feeling my pussy stretch to
accommodate him, and feeling so, so satisfied. As he began to pump
gently in and out of my body, the waves of orgasm came again, crashing
like waves on a stony beach. Our eyes locked together as were our
bodies, his beautiful blue piercing eyes studying my face, watching my
pleasure as I looked back at him, lost in our passion. It was almost as
if the feeling of my body clenching around him as he took me to heights
of passion and pleasure that I had never previously reached, tipped him
over the edge and he too came, and came inside me, his hot sweet liquid
filling me and making me feel even more special.

Even after he came, he continued to slowly and gently caress me, and
move in and out of my glowing, hot body, gently slowing the pace and
bringing both of us down from our passion to a soft and sensual state.
We lay together, warm and comfortable, quietly reflecting on the events
of the evening. I felt happy. I think he did too. After a while, my
sense of fun came bouncing back - "Strawberries and chocolate sauce?" I
asked playfully&;#8230;..now - its amazing what you can do with
chocolate sauce and a naked body&;#8230;&;#8230;..J