Allegro Ma Non Troppo

Allegro ma non troppo

Patricia woke up slowly. She was a bit confused, for once because she found herself in an unfamiliar room and bed, and secondly, because of the feeling between her legs. A bear paw was cupping her pussy, with a light touch, but still radiating warmth. It was Matthew's left hand that lay there, very relaxed, as he was still sleeping deeply.

Patricia's first, instinctive, reaction was to evade, but then she realized that this was not a possessive but a tender and protective gesture, coming directly from Matthew's heart. So she snuggled a bit deeper in her bedding and enjoyed the sensation.

Her mind wandered back to the previous evening, when she and Matthew had come together for the first time. It had been her initiative, after long deliberations with herself, and and based on the long term friendship between the two of them.

Patricia had wanted sex, or more particularly erotism, for a long time, and had not found a suitable partner. She had longed for touch, tenderness, and lust, but without the mating dance rituals, and with someone, who truly respected her. She also wanted to maintain her space and was not willing to make too many, if any, compromises on her live style, habits, and preferences.

This is where Matthew came in. They had known each other since long, and had become close friends over time. Despite their quite different life styles and backgrounds they had enough in common to care deeply about each other. Matthew's super powers were his loyalty, and his practical approach to all matters. Patricia could call him for help in the middle of the night, and he would come over immediately, and fix, whatever was amiss at least to the point she go to bed and get an final solution later.

So, Patricia had asked Matthew one day, if he were up to having sex with her, and they had engaged in a very grown up discussion on what they wanted and expected. Actually, it had been mainly her, who had laid out her ground rules. Matthew had asked for some clarifications, but had himself not raised any major restrictions or expectations. He was content to be with her, as long as it did not compromise their friendship. At some point, when he fully understood, what Patricia aimed for, he coined the metaphor that she saw her body as a music instrument and they together would play it to savor the resulting sound.

Patricia had been a bit amused, especially when she realized that playing an instrument required practice, practice, and more practice. When she mentioned it, they had both laughed lightheartedly.

For their first play session, they had met at Matthew's place late afternoon, and had started with a light dinner and a sip of wine. Obviously, conversation was a bit rocky, as both had other things on their mind. After dessert, they had cleared the table together, and then, there was nothing left to dodge the adventure at hand.

Matthew took the initiative. He hugged Patricia tenderly and started to caress her neck. It felt good, and she started to lean into him, hugging him as well. Matthew's hand wandered from Patricia's neck to her chest. He started to stroke the side of her breast, just with the tips of his fingers. Even through her blouse and bra it felt great. Slowly, Patricia separated from Matthew to give him the space to move his hand more to the front. He took the cue. Patricia's bust was beautiful: round, soft, and with nipples that now slightly poked through bra and blouse.

Matthew let his hand wander over one breast, and then released the hug completely to caress the second with his other hand as well. Patricia stood there, arms by her side and pushing out her chest. Matthew moved behind Patricia and cupped her breasts. He marveled the shape, and the weight, when he tenderly lifted them up. He took the nipples between thumb and index finger and rubbed them carefully. He had a rush of excitement, nervousness, and happiness. Patricia had been crystal clear about limits, including not to be rough by any means: no pinching, no slapping, no tight grips, no names calling. Matthew never had any intentions in those directions, but the way, Patricia had set the rules, made it clear to him, that she had had bad experiences before, and therefore was wary of it.

Feeling secure, Patricia started to unbutton her blouse. Her hands brushed Matthew's along the way, who let her reach the two buttons that were previously covered. She moved on, and once all buttons were undone, she untucked the blouse and turned to face Matthew as best as possible. Undoing the bra was a present to him, and so she whispered: „Your turn". Matthew gladly accepted, albeit with a new rush of nervousness. He had not had much practice in the recent years, and was a bit afraid to make a fool of himself, and to spoil the atmosphere with clumsiness. Thankfully, Patricia had chosen a bra with the clip in the back, so that it was in easy reach and natural posture. The bra came off smoothly and he tossed it aside. The now bare breasts were an even more beautiful sight. Very tenderly, he cupped them again and continued to caress Patricia's nipples. They became very hard quickly and stood erect.

Meanwhile Patricia placed her hands on Matthew's hips and started to grind her butt into him. She could feel his erection, and was carefully teasing it with the swing of her butt cheeks. She took Matthew's right hand and guided him to her crotch. She moved his hand up and down until he picked up the right pace, and joined his other hand on her left breast. They remained like that for a while, with growing excitement and arousal, and receding nervousness. It felt good, and right for both of them.

Quite naturally, Matthew's hand found its way behind Patricia's waistband, brushing her pubic hair and her panties. Patricia wore a V string that was cut a bit to short for her bush. She only had realized right before she took off to Matthew's place, when it was too late to do something about it. She had been slightly disappointed, but then had caught herself quickly: „practice, practice, practice!" The matching bra was already gone, but she still had the stockings, hold ups in matching color, which did not require a Gartner belt. Patricia could not wait longer to present her look and stepped out the embrace. She unceremoniously got rid of her pants, but put her black high heels back on. There she stood, facing Matthew, with a straight back, erect nipples, and a light green V string and matching stockings. Matthew drew in the sight of her well shaped body with the curves in the right places. Her skin was fair, her her hair raven black, as was the patch of pubics that spilled out of her V string. Patricia felt his eyes grazing her body, unable to move. She was incredibly proud of herself.

Matthew was still wearing all of his clothes. He was conscious that Patricia had not chosen him for his looks: he was quite tall, with a sturdy frame. But he was a bit overweight as well, something he always tried to hide underneath loosely cut T shirts. But now he had to leave that cover. First he opened his jeans and got rid of them. He was bare footed, in order to avoid that awkward part, when the socks were to be taken off. Leaving them on was no option either, that would not do Patricia justice: he knew for sure she would dress up for the occasion. So he stood there, wearing boxer shorts and a T shirt. The boxer shorts betrayed his erection quite clearly, and he became shy all of the sudden.

Patricia sensed Matthew's insecurity, and stepped forward towards him. She hugged him tightly, and caressed his cheek. Then she took off his T shirt, stroking his upper body along the way. Although Patricia had declared kissing off limits for the time being, she gave Matthew a peck on the cheek. Then she turned around and leaned back into him. He recovered and put his hand back on her crotch. When he started to stroke it, soon a wet patch formed. With every sliding movement, Patricia's arousal increased and she ground her hips into Matthew's erection. They both slipped their hands in the underwear of the other at the same time. Both stood still for a moment to savor the feeling, but needed to continue quickly.

Patricia, still with her back to Matthew, pulled down his boxers, with some difficulty to free his penis. Matthew then knelt behind her and relieved her of the V string. He caressed her butt along the way and gave it a tender peck left and right. After he got up again, Patricia turned around and looked Matthew straight in the eyes. She saw lust, and affection. Actually, Matthew looked slightly vulnerable, which touched her heart. Matthew in turn saw that Patricia was relaxed and at least as aroused as he was. She was incredibly beautiful, wearing only stockings and heels. He could not keep himself from caressing her breasts again.

„I want you now", Patricia said after a moment. She spoke softly in order not to break the mood, and slowly moved over to the sofa. It did not have arm rests, and was hard enough so she would remain steady, when she now approached it from the side and kneeled on it, with her back upright. Matthew came behind and hugged her again, his erection brushing her pussy lips. Secretly she had tested the sofa and the approximate heights in beforehand to make sure everything fitted, when they now would unite in a doggy style position.

Patricia had settled the position for their first encounter in beforehand, just to be sure. She did not want it to be too intimate, and she knew that this position would provide her great pleasure. Matthew had no objections, to say the least. Rather, he saw it as very erotic, and it would allow him to carefully adjust his movements to the right pace.

Patricia sank forward and rested her upper body on her elbows, her legs slightly spread, so that Matthew fit in between. He drew in the sight, hoping it would be engrained in his memory forever. Patricia's shins and ankles were off the sofa, her feet still bearing the black heels. He had an unobstructed view on her pussy, which was glistering with moisture. He knelt down on the floor in awe and kissed her labia tenderly. Patricia moaned.

When he could not bear the urge any longer, Matthew got up and made a step forward. He positioned the tip of his penis at her pussy, brushing her inner labia in the process. They both were very wet, and with just the slightest pressure Matthew slipped into Patricia.

Matthew placed his hands on Patricia's hips and very slowly penetrated her further. He sensed how the tight canal brushed his foreskin back, stretching it ever so slightly. Once he had fully entered Patricia, he paused and whispered: „Are you ok?". Patricia turned back, with a broad smile on her face, and nodded vigorously.

Matthew then pulled back slowly, until only the tip of his penis was in. Again, he paused, this time caressing Patricia's butt. Then he pushed back in, and established a steady rhythm. Patricia held still and enjoyed the feeling. The pace was great.

After a while, Matthew leaned forward and cupped once more Patricia's breasts. He had seen how they swung back and forth. They took a slight tear drop shape in that position, the nipples pointing a bit forward. A breathtaking sight for him. He could not maintain bending forward for a long time, straightened again, and returned to the previous pace. He was conscious that this would give him more pleasure than Patricia, and so he started to nestle with Patricia's clit tenderly. Soon, he could hear her moan loader. He felt, how she rocked back and forth to increase the speed with which he was gliding in and out. He picked up the pace.

Patricia felt waves of pleasure, and with increasing arousal it became difficult for her to remain passive. She lifted one arm and placed her hand on top of Matthew's at her clit. She whispered: „You are doing great, but I can't keep still any longer. Please let me take over." Matthew retracted his hand and placed it on her hip again. Both of his thumbs were brushing Patricia's butt lightly. Patricia rubbed her clit, and kept rocking back and forth. She felt an orgasm building rapidly.

Matthew noticed, how Patricia stirred more and more, and how that brought him closer to orgasm as well. By now, she was so wet, that he hardly felt any friction at all any more, but that was compensated by her movements.

Patricia came first, with Matthew as a close second. When she came, she had the urge to clamp her legs tight, which was impossible with Matthew standing between them. The missing relief from clamping her legs heightened her orgasm, and created enough extra pressure that Matthew came immediately as well.

Both were panting and not really willing to break the spell of the moment. However, after some time, when the arousal faded, Patricia's arms and knees grew tired, and Matthew's penis became soft, slipping out of Patricia.

She had gotten up from the sofa, turned around, and without a word, taken him by the hand. She had led him to the bedroom, pulled the cover open, let him sneak in, and followed. When Patricia had turned off the light, Matthew was already fast asleep.

While Patrica now lay there and recollected the previous evening, she got slightly wet and started to stir into Matthew's bear paw. After a while, he began to wake up. When he realized, where his hand was, he startled slightly, and withdrew his hand. It having been there was close, if not beyond the limits Patricia had set. She caught his hand and put it back onto her pussy, turning to him with her broad smile and with sparkling eyes: „Give me five more minutes, then I will get up and make coffee, my bear."