We're on my bed.  We've been out, at dinner, after meeting for the first 
time, and we decided that we were compatible enough to come back and see 
what happened.  The chemistry at dinner was intense, smoldering looks, a 
foot rubbing along an inner thigh, a wiggle in our seats as we tried not to 
squirm from the anticipation.

After a frantic drive back here, we're finally in my bedroom -- and now we 
get shy!  We look at each other, shy but also on fire with lust -- and 
laughing at the irony of the situation.  You laugh, and your face is so 
lovely as you laugh that I can't help myself -- I reach over and kiss you, 
first gently, then more and more passionately.  My hand strokes your face -- 
I want to touch your body, but I'm shy, and I hold back.  As I stroke your 
face and neck with my hand, you arch your back to press up against me -- and 
that's the signal I've waited for -- I unleash my desire.

I rub my hand down your body, rubbing your breasts and squeezing them, 
feeling and flicking the nipples below the fabric of your blouse.  You sigh 
-- halfway a moan -- and press against my hand.  I massage and squeeze your 
breasts harder and then slide my hand down your belly.  You make a small 
noise and push up against me, arching against my hand.  All the while I'm 
kissing you -- now nibbling and biting...

My hand slides down to your thighs.  I rub your thighs through your skirt, 
and I rub your legs below your skirt.  I extend my fingers to caress your 
inner thighs as I rub your legs, and as I run my hand up your thighs, I can 
feel the heat and dampness from you...

As I lean down to nibble on your breasts, cupping them with my left hand 
(I'm sitting to your right), I let my right hand slide gently between your 
legs.  I rub the mound of your flesh beneath your now very wet panties, and 
you moan slightly.  I can feel how much you want pleasure, how ready you 
are...

Gently, but firmly, I push you back on my bed.  I lay you back with your 
head on my soft pillows.  Smiling at you, making small noises that mean 
nothing more than "relax... trust me..." I undo and remove your skirt with 
hands that I have to hold steady to keep from trembling.  My own desire is 
intense -- my hardon feels PAINFUL in my jeans, the thickness of it; I can 
feel the slight spreading dampness of my own pre-cum.

After I have your skirt off, I glance up again to make sure you're relaxed 
and enjoying what I'm doing.  Your eyes are closed, your face flushed.  You 
are breathing quickly, and a small half-smile plays around your face.  I 
take that as agreement to my evil plans for your body, and, hooking my 
fingers under the waistband of your panties, I slide them down off your 
legs.

As the cool air hits you between your very overheated thighs, you shiver and 
close your legs slightly, suddenly taken by shyness.  However you sigh and 
coo in pleasure as I -- gently, but again with decisiveness -- spread your 
thighs and lower my head to you.

You are SOAKED.  Your entire pubic mound is glistening, and I can smell the 
woman-smell you give off.  It's... musky, sharp, but (to my nose) pleasant.  
It means you want me and you're turned on.  I reach down with my hands and 
gently spread your lips.  You can see the muscles moving under the skin of 
my broad shoulders as I open you up for inspection -- and pleasuring.  You 
feel yourself suddenly exposed and an electric thrill courses up your belly, 
up your spine, as you feel the tip of my tongue gently flick against your 
outer lips...

I feel you begin to writhe and I hear you softly moan and draw in your 
breath as I lick and lap at you.  I lick your outer lips, kneading the soft 
flesh with my tongue; I alternate between light, teasing flicks and heavy, 
massaging pressure.  I find your clit and flick it a few times with my 
tongue to watch it swell and watch you gasp and jump.  I stop and chuckle 
quietly -- I love to tease.

I move my head down slightly and slide my tongue inside of you for a second, 
just to feel and taste you -- you are salty and musky and hot.  You taste 
like a woman.  You taste good.  I hear and feel you react to my tongue as I 
wriggle and slide it gently deeper into you.  I pull my head back so that I 
can get at you with my hands.

You feel me shift my weight, you feel my face pull away, you feel my warm 
breath cool against your soaked skin, but you don't really know what I'm up 
to.  Suddenly you feel something sliding into you -- it's long and slender 
and warm -- my finger...  The middle finger of my left hand slides into you 
up to the knuckle.  You are so hot and slippery, my cock is throbbing with need, it wants to take the place of my finger, but anticipation makes the pleasure more intense.

You gasp, feeling my finger -- and now a second finger as I carefully put my 
index finger in beside my middle finger.  It feels good to you, it fills you 
-- not like a cock would do, but you've been aching to have something fill 
you up, and this is a start.

But I'm not just "fucking you with my fingers."  No -- I have more 
diabolical plans for you.  With my fingers inside of you, with my palm up, I 
begin to slowly curl and extend my fingers in a "come here" motion.  Inside 
of you, you feel them massaging the inside and top of your cunt.  As I 
connect with your G-spot, you feel an intense, electric wave of pleasure run 
through you, centered on your pussy but radiating out through your body.  As 
I see your whole body jerk, I know I've found the spot.  Gently, but 
insistently, I begin to knead and massage the inside of your pussy, rubbing 
your G-spot and watching with an evil smile as your body jerks and twitches 
each time I send an electric pulse of pleasure through you.

You are breathing faster now.  You think -- I'm going to cum if he keeps 
doing this.  But I can't cum -- I want his cock in me.  You've seen the 
thickness of the bulge in my shorts, you've seen the broad head peeking out 
of the button fly of my boxers, glistening with pre-cum.  You want that in 
you, and you want to tell me that -- you want me to stop and put my length 
and thickness in you.

But the waves of pleasure are too intense.  Every time you open your mouth 
to say "fuck me!  I need you to fuck me!" -- as if by magic, I rub your 
G-spot, or flick your clit with my other hand, and your back arches, waves 
of electric pleasure radiate out from your center, and your mind dissolves 
into the white noise of a quickly oncoming orgasm.

I know you want me to fuck you.  I can feel your need.  When your eyes focus 
hungrily on my cock, I know you desire to take me in your mouth, to pleasure 
me with your tongue, to be in control.  I know you want to feel the thick 
shaft of it as it slides into you deep, deep... filling you up, spreading 
you out, filling you with warmth.  I want that too.

But that can wait.  I can wait.  I want to see you cum first.  I continue to 
caress and rub the inside of you, faster and faster -- taking care not to go 
too fast and become irritating, and trying to vary my motion enough so that 
it never becomes stale.

I see the sweat glistening on your skin as your body arches again, and 
again, and again.  I know you are getting near.  You are gasping and 
moaning, clawing at the sheets with your hands.  Your hips and ass are 
bucking off the bed and I have to work to stay with you, to stay inside of 
you, to keep the pressure ... just ... right.  You are making sounds -- 
maybe they started out as words, but now they are just nonsense sounds; half 
moan, half growl, pure animal lust and pleasure and abandon.  Your legs are 
spasming and you are instinctively tensing your thighs, squeezing them.  Are 
you trying to hold me in you, trying to keep the pleasure inside you?  Or is 
it too much -- are you trying to push me out because the intensity is 
overwhelming you.  You don't know.  I don't know.  Neither of us cares.

At last, I feel the orgasm come.  I feel your pussy clench and squeeze 
around my fingers, I see your stomach and chest heaving.  I see you curl up 
from the bed, your face red and your eyes half shut, unfocused, seeing only 
some incredible pleasure.  I can't feel your pleasure directly, but I can 
sip from it at a distance as I watch you convulse again, and again, and 
again.  "Oh, my goaaahhhhhwwwwwaaaaaaaaaa..." you say and clench the sheets 
frantically as wave after wave of pleasure, of squeezing, electric, 
radiating, pulsing, and totally mind-obliterating pleasure rides out from 
your pussy, down your spine to your ass, and up your spine in a tsunami that 
is annihilating reason and sense and care and time and space and--

...

You finally come to some time later.  You don't realize that you've been -- 
gone -- for almost three minutes.  I just sat and watched the angelic look 
on your face, the look of total peace and bliss and pleasure as you just lay 
quietly, your breathing slowing down, the sweat dribbling off you.  You 
wake, you open your eyes, you look at my sparkling, mischievous brown eyes, 
my quirky half-grin telling you I'm in on some shared secret with you -- 
maybe the secret of pleasure.  As you look at me, still floating in the 
afterglow, I sidle up next to you and, still smiling, say -- "my turn!"

Laughing, you turn towards me...