More stories on my blog We had planned my trip to Tampa for a month to bring in the year together and to start it off right. Our only previous meeting had been my twenty-hour impromptu roadtrip on Thanksgiving, spending two days and nights. The first night I slept on the couch, but she snuck out to sleep there with me, so the second night we spent in her bed, kissing and cuddling. She was nervous about getting into a sexual relationship so shortly after her divorce, and I was content not to rush her. We hadn't met for sex.

We hadn't expected to meet at all, beginning as we did in a chat room, but three months later there I was driving to Tampa from the Submarine Base in New London, Connecticut on a whim. A few short hours before I was to leave, the cuddling had gotten into petting so heavy it was difficult to turn back from. I had been kissing her breasts for close to an hour and she had removed the rest of her clothes to grind herself against my jeans. I knew I couldn't leave her like that, so I moved further down her body and softly explored her with my tongue. I knew she would not object in the state she was in in fact, I knew that I had aroused her to the point that I could have taken her right then and done anything I chose to her body and she would have welcomed it. I love tasting a woman for the first time.

I enjoy learning her body and what makes it respond and what happens when I go slower or faster. I love learning her particular flavor and aroma, how wet she gets and when, and just how soft her lips are. I love seeing the shape of her lips and how much they swell when she gets aroused, the size of her personal place and what it takes to make it peak out from under the hood.

Mostly, I enjoy watching her face and seeing how strongly she reacts to what I am doing. I drove my tongue deep inside her and lapped at her lips, making her squirm and press against me. I teased around and below her personal place without directly touching it for quite some time, until she finally put her hands on my head and pushed it into my tongue. I moved two fingers inside her as I tasted her she was amazingly wet, probably from the hours I had spent touching and fondling her while we kissed. She sqeezed her legs around my head and bucked up against me, making it difficult for me to stay with her and stroke her personal place.

She began beating her hands against the bed and moaning loudly. She finally pulled a pillow over her face to stifle herself and came hard against my face, nearly throwing me off again. As she lay back and relaxed and I moved up to kiss her again, she had the funniest look on her face, as if she were in awe of me. She kissed me hard for several minutes and then rolled completely away from me. I let her be for a while. Eventually she said, "Want to know something?" "Sure." "You are the first person to ever give me an orgasm." "Seriously?" "Seriously.

" I believed her. I was honored. "If I have my way, there will be many, many more in our future. Wait a minute...

you mean the whole time you were with your ex? Like seven years? And all those college guys that you were telling me about before? Never once did any of them make sure you came?" "No.

I didn't make a big deal about it. I just had no idea until now how much better it felt when someone did it to you instead of doing it yourself." I knew that was the best way to leave her--post orgasmic--and I was behind schedule anyway, so I got on the road. Yes, I was very pent up from hours of touching her, so I had to stop and find release down the road a bit. So five weeks later, here I was getting off a plane in Tampa to see her at the gate, wearing a sexy little skirt and under it, as agreed, no panties. I was very tickled to see this hottie with a great soft place ten years my junior dressing to please me. We were almost swimming through the sexual energy between and around us. We spent the late afternoon and the evening visiting, touching, cuddling, and just enjoying each other. We knew that tonight was the night and that we had three more days together, so there was strangely no rush. We had an unspoken agreement to wait until close to midnight before we made love.

As the later evening set in she went to her room and put on a slinky dress and heels. She looked fabulous, especially since I could see that she had also removed her bra.

I met her in the midle of the room and we slow danced for nearly an hour with the lights down low. We swayed and rubbed our bodies against each other, kissing sometimes slowly, sometimes greedily. Her soft place felt great in my hands, especially when I slid them up under her skirt. I eventually became more insistent, sliding my fingers between her thighs to tease her lips. My other hand cupped and massaged a breast. "God, your hands feel so good on me!" she said, "I need them on my naked body." She dropped her dress and stepped out of it, then pressed hard up against me again. My clothes slowly began to join hers on the floor. "Now this is my idea of slow dancing, " I said when we were both naked and my erection was pressing into her bare skin.

"I don't want to wait any longer, " she said finally, sinking to the floor and pulling me with her, "I don't care what time it is, I want you.

" I put my hand behind her neck and pulled her to me for a deep kiss as I settled my body on top of her. We lay still for a time, running our hands over each other and savoring the moment. I wanted her to be absolutely ready for me. She made clear that she was, spreading her legs and using them to guide me into her. I shifted backwards and guided the head of my length between her lips, barely brushing them and settling there.

She pushed down toward me, saying, "Don't be a tease, don't stop, I want you inside me NOW, " as she slid further onto me.

I held her tight and moved smoothly all the way inside her. We kissed long and hard, holding each other tight. Finally I began to move on top of her, stroking slowly, moving almost completely out each time before returning as deeply as possible. We both floated through time.

Neither had any interest in bringing this to completion, only living in the moment and wanting it to last as long as possible. My strokes were mostly very slow, I varied between short and long ones, coming to a complete stop to hold off my release many times. From time to time I would feel newly covered in wetness. We never stopped kissing. Eventually we heard fireworks outside and pots banging and plenty of other noise. Realizing it was the beginning of the year, she began grinding harder into me and so I began to stroke harder and faster into her.

After holding off for so long, my climax was nearly immediately and extremely strong. I felt as if I loosed a cupfull inside her, and my arms began shaking. She shuddered against me and moaned her way through our kiss.

We continued to lay like that for a few minutes, but finally had to move.

I found a clock and started shaking my head in amazement, estimating that I had been inside her for nearly an hour and a half. We retired to the bed and rested, taking turns rousing each other to join again numerous times throughout the night. We spent the next three days primarily in bed. I taught her things about her body and its possible responses that she had never guessed, including her first orgasm through penetration, and her first squirting orgasm. It was heavenly. That was the very best beginning to a year I have ever experienced.