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First-time sex with a new lover is always a little anxious. After hours, days, weeks or even months of anticipation, what if it's lacking? Worse, what if it's over in 30 seconds? It seems fantasy and reality rarely coincide.
After weeks of build-up, I finally made a love connection with an older man, John (he's 44; I'm 29). My best friend cautioned me not to expect too much, or get my hopes up. After all, what if he came too early or (gasp) couldn't get hard at all? Even John put a damper on my enthusiasm. "What if," he asked, "I disappoint you?"
Well, I'm definitely no expert on sex. In fact, I can count all of my partners (the ones that mattered, anyway) on one hand. While penetration is rewarding, half the fun is just being touched and adored (and I can always handle being adored). Besides, what else are tongues and fingers for?
Part of me wondered if John was feeling inadequate because I am black (yes, John is white). And we all know that black men have gargantuan penises, pelvic thrusts and a sexual repertoire that no white man could possible imitate. Right? Not exactly.
I've had the fortune (or misfortune) to sleep with both black and white men. I guess I'm an equal-opportunity bedmate. I hate to burst any bubbles (or racial stereotypes), but in my limited experience penises are as varied as breasts. I mean, regardless of race, no two women have the same boobs, and penises definitely look and sometimes even taste a little different (don't tell my mother). Maybe I've just been lucky, but all the men I've been with (black and white) were better endowed than my vibrator, and my vibrator ain't little. At the risk of repeating a cliché, size is good but attention to detail makes all the difference in the world.
John is probably puffing out his chest as I write this, but he is definitely the best lover I have ever had. This 44-year-old put those young bucks from my sexual past to shame. How? Well, yes he did fuck the hell out of me. But what took me by surprise was his gentleness and undying devotion to my pleasure. It really was all about me.
Since we live in separate states, John planned a rather romantic rendezvous in a neighboring city complete with a hotel suite and dinner reservations at a fancy restaurant. But I had other ideas. How could I possibly endure dinner when all I could think about was sex? The minute I got to his hotel room, I tore at his clothes, hoping for at least a quickie to take the edge off. Dinner could wait.
John kissed me hard, barely stopping to unbutton my shirt, and cupped my ass under my skirt. I struggled valiantly with his tie, shirt and undershirt (don't you just love the layers that stockbrokers wear, even in the summer?) He laid me on the sofa, spreading my legs apart to gently lick my pussy through my thong. Then he pulled my thong aside and pumped his finger inside me.
John turned me over, opened his pants and I felt the head of his dick at my opening. I was very wet (I'd been playing with myself en route), but he had to work his big cock inside me slowly. He slid a finger in my ass and I exploded.
And it was only 5:30 pm.
John held off his own orgasm (what a gentleman!), teasing me with long, slow strokes, then buried himself inside me and held completely still. He built me up until I finally begged him, pleaded with him to fuck me harder. And he did, again and again over the next few hours, withdrawing to tease me, to play with my clit, to eat me, eventually easing his dick into my ass. I have never gotten off so many times in my life. The funny thing was, it really wasn't about sex, stamina or penis size (although John's did impress me). He was simply the most attentive lover I have ever had.
I felt downright honored to suck his dick. I could have given him head the whole night, but he kept turning the tables on me to taste my pussy, to lick my asshole, to tug on my nipples. I wanted desperately to hold his ass checks open and lick his hole, but John had other ideas. He did something (I have yet to figure it out) simultaneously to my bellybutton and armpit that nearly catapulted me into orbit.
We made it to dinner three hours later.
Older, white -- whatever. John wore me out. That evening he fucked my pussy three times, my ass twice, got me off with his fingers (with incredible dexterity!), and licked and kissed every nook and cranny in my body. He also helped me learn a few new things about my own body. I discovered that cunnilingus plus anal play generates the most powerful orgasms I have ever had.
So much for age and race stereotypes. Afterwards, John held me the whole night long. I awakened the next day to John cuddling my languid form and planting kisses on my neck.
I'll be the first to admit that sex doesn't always live up to expectations. But sometimes it's just better than you ever could imagine. |
