Have you ever fallen for someone the first time you meet them? Sonja is exactly what I’ve been searching for, but will she be interested in me?
There's an innocence about Sonja, but under that demure exterior, I find a smoldering, sensual woman just as interested in experimentation and pleasure as I.
If I ask her, will she say yes?
I was eager to begin this night as I led the way. I flicked on a lamp and opened the French doors. The sea air caused the curtains to billow out, the crashing of waves drawing her closer to me. She stood behind me her hands coming forward to encircle my waist.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, her breath warm on my neck.
“Not as beautiful as you.” I turned in her arms as I looked deep into her eyes.
She blushed and turned to admire the room.
“Wow. Very nice,” she said, then looked upwards and laughed. “And a mirrored ceiling. My, my. Do you have any other surprises?”
I shook my head as she began to undo the buttons on my blouse. She peeled the sleeves down and I stood there in my black lace bra. I knew my breasts were my best asset and she murmured her approval as she unclipped my bra and discarded it on the floor.
She helped me slip out of my trousers and panties. I stood before her, naked and quivering with desire. She unzipped her dress and peeled it down her body. Stepping out of it she threw it on a chair and slipped off her bra and g-string. She was as perfect as I knew she’d be.
We stood gazing at each other. I reached out to cup a breast, the warm flesh heavy in my hand, and then I travelled down her waist and onto her hip where I pulled her into me. We kissed as our hands explored each other.
“You’re exquisite,” I said.
“I knew you’d look amazing,” she whispered as she gently steered me to the bed. I lay back onto it and she fell between my legs. I shifted until she lay flat on top of me. My hands roamed over her back, pulling her even closer, feeling her buttocks, squeezing the flesh as she kissed me.
I began our lovemaking in the normal way with lots of kissing and foreplay, but she had other ideas. She was much more assertive and I loved it. Most girls I’d been with always wanted me to take the initiative, to be the one who decided on what we’d do, nothing was ever spontaneous, and now here was a woman who wanted to please me first.
“Oh God, that was magical,” she said pulling away from me, her breath tantalizing my ear. “Where did you learn to kiss like that?”
I wasn’t used to so many compliments, didn’t know what to say.
“Now it’s my turn.”
