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C.R.A. recalls ...

It was one of those long, hot, lazy Saturday afternoons, I love so much. It was that part of the day, I had been looking forward to, since I had gotten up.

I had risen early, and decided to let her sleep in. I am not sure how, but in the hours she slept, I had managed to get the house fairly well cleaned up, eliminating one of the Saturday things we did. When she finally did come to the kitchen, I gave her a fresh cup of coffee, and she sat smiling, looking almost little girlish.

I am not sure why, but I liked to "take care" of her, when she had that little-girl-just-waking up look. I made her breakfast, and enjoyed seeing her little girl smile while she watched me. She simply sat in her chair, hugging her knees, and had that dreamy, woman-child smile that I cant resist.

I still had some yard work to do, and left her at the table while I went outside to take care of it. An hour later, when I was finished, she still was sitting at the table, still wearing that little girl smile.

I headed for the shower, to wash off the sweat and grass from the morning. I showered and shaved, and put on clean clothes, then did what any self respecting man does on a Saturday. I stretched out on the couch with a good book. She came through and I was dimly aware of her going through the usual routine.

I guess it has half an hour later when she came padding back into the living room. She was wearing her robe, and still wearing that little girl smile. She came over to the couch, and I put the book on my chest and collected my good morning kiss. She tasted of mint and cinnamon, her still slightly damp hair fell around us like a curtain, and she smelled of shampoo, cream rinse and a delicate perfume. When she bent over to kiss me, her robe revealed the delight she was, but her kiss was simply a kiss, and held no hint of what was to come.

She stood up as if to go, and I tried to go back to concentrating on my book, while daydreaming of the delights this day would hold, when she knelt by the couch.

I dont recall the name of the book I was trying to read, have no memory of what it was about, if I enjoyed it, or even finished reading it, but I do remember the sentence, "In the distance, he heard the noise of the caravan, and the tinkling of copper bells." I was reading that line when she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and freed my rapidly growing erection.

And kissed it.

I use the word kiss, because it was a kiss, and full of the passion of a kiss, but not a lustful one. I wish I had the words to describe it, but because I don't, all I can say is that kiss was loving, a delicate thing, like the tiny butterfly kisses that follow a deep kiss.

I was so taken aback by what was happening, the way it was happening, that I did nothing, I simply laid there, caught up in the moment, and did nothing, the rightest thing I could have done.

She slipped out of her robe, and took me into her mouth and slowly, ever so slowly, she slid down the length of me, then back. After that first move, she began to open her mouth, and take me in, then close her lips around me, and slowly pull back.Her right hand cupped me, gently urging me, while her left hand kneeded my belly gently.

I'm the man of this house, the boss. I'm the aggressive one, the dominant one in this loving relationship, and her every move and act was submissive, giving and lovingly so, but in those minutes, she was in full control, and I was the one submitting to her. She was kneeling naked by the couch, and I was helpless to do anything but submit to the pleasure she was giving me. I was the top, the DOM, laying helplessly submissive to the woman child who knelt naked by me.

It went on, so slowly, for what seemed like hours, days, a lifetime. I lost all sense of time, and felt almost like I was floating, lost in a fog that was deeper than lust, more intense than sex. The sensations were overwhelming, and yet I was aware of every detail, the feeling of freedom, then the warmth of her engulfing me, urging me with her lips and tongue, the dampness of her hair on my belly, and her hands gently urging me to my point of explosion. The sight of her kneeling, her outline, her face obscured by her hair. The softness of her hair, the smoothness and curve of her back, under my left hand.

I felt my explosion, that convulsive shudder, where I am helpless and am left whimpering like a child, and all thoughts of manly domination are lost. She held me, engulfed in her lips, urging me. I lost all sense of everything, unsure where I ended and she began, feeling only the electric shock sensation of my climax.

She held me in her mouth after my climax, then released me, kissing me gently, little butterfly kisses, never looking at my face, or into my eyes. She zipped me back up, and buttoned my jeans, and simply said, "Thank you," then stood up, picked up her robe and walked away.