"So which lesson did I miss?"
"None. The first lesson was about keeping our relationship discreet. I hoped I'd taught you that last Saturday?"
"Ah, I suppose I did flunk that one"
"You certainly did. Kissing me in the hall-way like that, anyone could've appeared; then afterwards in the lounge you were looking at me like an affectionate puppy; god knows how Cam missed it."
"Sorry, I'll try to be more careful"
"You already have been. Last night in your car remember: you thought better of reaching out to touch me; if you hadn't you wouldn't be here this morning and perhaps not ever."
My only response was a weak and sheepish smile.
"Hey, don't go all serious on me again; you managed to scrape through the test and believe me, if you weren't here this morning, I'd be just as disappointed as you. I was crying in frustration as I listened to you leave last Sunday morning"
"You weren't alone in that"
"Good. I'm desperate to keep this thing going between us Rob; but no matter how much I want you; our relationship will always come second to that I have with my husband and sons."
"Point taken and understood. I smiled again "Besides I feel exactly the same; I'd hate to get offside with my best mate just because of some 'bird'"
"I was right; you are a bastard." But Sarah said this with an expanding smile, accepting my light-hearted comment as it was intended and dispelling the air of seriousness that was threatening to overtake us once again.
I was still sitting on the edge of the bed; Sarah stepped forward, knelt in front of me and we embraced; enjoying a long moist kiss before she drew back and began kissing my neck and chest, whilst sliding her right hand beneath the towel still at my waist and ascending along the top of my thigh until her fingers reached and encircled my erect prick. I gasped and rocked back; Sarah took that opportunity to unfasten the towel from my waist and throw it aside; I certainly wasn't trying to stop her. Sarah resumed her light kisses to my chest, whilst slowly and very deliberately stroking her hand up and down the shaft of my cock.
Sarah's kisses moved further down across my belly before abruptly stopping; but not the action of her hand; as Sarah looked up at me, staring squarely into my eyes; then lowering her head once more, she drew back my foreskin and settled kisses on the very tip of my now raging cock. Sarah's hand continued to stroke smoothly, whilst she placed more kisses upon my crown, ran her tongue around its base and finally opened her mouth wide and pressed it firmly over my cock-head. My heart was by now racing, none of my previous girlfriends had done this for me; not that I'd dared even to suggest they might. Sarah's hand continued to trace the length of my shaft, her mouth remained closed; wetly suckling at my tip, whilst her tongue tease me from within; the outcome was predictable, though the speed of its arrival surprised me.
Sarah was clearly better prepared; having withdrawn her lips perhaps two-seconds earlier, she was wrapping the recently discarded towel around my throbbing prick at my moment of ejaculation. My own loss of control was absolute, I'd slumped backward onto the bed and could only tremble, my toes and fingers spastically clenching with each emission; it seemed an eternity until I regained command over my faculties.
When finally I did, it was to see Sarah's upturned face resting gently and patiently on my stomach, bearing a look which I can only describe as that of the 'cat which got the cream'. I smiled raised myself onto my elbows and smiled down at her, hoarsely whispering "Thank you; no one's ever given me a blow-job before."
Sarah's smile became raunchy "Oh you've still got a treat to look forward to then; by my standards you still haven't been given one; that was just a tweak"
What look crossed my face, I've no idea; but in response to it, Sarah burst out laughing. "I'm not kidding; I promise that when I do treat you to a blow-job, you'll know and never forget it. But that won't be this morning; it's all about my pleasure today."
"So I seem to remember; but I'm not off to a great start am I? Laid here whilst you 'tweak' me to an orgasm."
The voracious smile again. "Don't you believe it; that was totally selfish on my part."
I took the time to think for a few moments, but still couldn't catch up. "Sorry Sarah, you've lost me again."
"Think about it. You were steamed up like a young bull five minutes ago; so would've rushed any fore-play in your impatience to get your rocks off. Now, even allowing for the recuperative powers of youth, it'll be at least twenty and probably thirty minutes before you're ready to go again, so I can look forward to your spending all that time and more in indulging me! Let's call that lesson 4½."
"Well now it's over, won't you join me here in bed? I'd like to get started on lesson five"
She leapt in beside me with a squeal of delight "I thought you'd never ask!"
"I've thought of very little else since 7:30 last night. Now where would you like me to begin?"
"Oh No; I'm not offering clues, it's up to you to discover all the places that make me tingle.
I must've looked unsure.
"Don't worry, it's not a lesson you can possibly fail; it's more a question of how high a passing score you can achieve"
I leant forward, cupping her left breast in my hand, whilst stroking my thumb across the nipple.
Sarah trembled "A good start and don't dare stop; but I'm not giving away high marks for my boobs; or my pussy either for that matter; they're too obvious."
"That's not fair."
"What's the problem? You're supposed to be training as a Surveyor aren't you? So just give me a complete and thorough survey; watch for the results and you can't go wrong."
Whilst I could've happily whiled away half-an-hour, even half a lifetime playing with Sarah's pert breasts and warm pussy; that clearly wasn't going to hit the spot for her. I now wondered if I'd been mistaken in my assumption with previous girls that it'd been sufficient for their needs either? Too late to worry about that: I wasn't prepared to settle for barely scraping through this latest 'lesson'. Sarah had asked for a 'complete and thorough survey' and I was going to make damned sure she got one to remember; "Your wish is my command." I assured her; sliding close up beside her and moving my fingers to the very crown of her head whilst lightly kissing the tip of her nose.
The next hour; despite not orgasming myself, proved to be the most sexually charged and exciting of my entire life. It was a memorable experience for me; as I used my fingers lips and tongue to explore every inch of Sarah's body. It's been a matter of pride and delight, that during the ensuing years, I've subsequently found very few arousal points on Sarah, beyond those which I discovered that morning. I've always hoped that the memory has been similarly cherished by Sarah. And my findings during this journey of discovery...
Sarah enjoyed my fingers being drawn through her hair, whilst the fingernails scraped across her scalp; better yet was to pull her hair; harder than one would think bearable; not savagely but with an initially firm grip, followed by a steady increase in the tension, until her head was dragged backward. Sarah relished having the main body and lobes of her ears bitten hard, with these bites to be soothed afterward by the application of warm breaths; but she hated that her ears be touched in any way whatsoever with my tongue. I came to appreciate the good sense of Oriental men, in finding the nape of a woman's neck erotic, whilst discovering that Sarah appreciated the scrape of fingernails here too. Actually, her preference to be scratched with my nails, rather than stroked with the pads of my fingers applied to all areas of her body; save for the soles of her feet, the area of her nipples and areole and within the very centre of her womanhood – to scratch hard at the backs of her knees, insteps of her feet and the inside of her upper arms drove Sarah wild; her reaction to a similar touch close beside the boundaries of her swollen labia was even more dramatic. Sarah was equally susceptible to intrusions by my tongue, with the exception of her ears as noted earlier, indeed anywhere above her collarbone; Sarah was a sucker for a gently probing tongue. Particularly favoured receptors were to be found between her toes, the edges of her areole, the point where the underside of her breasts met her rib-cage, virtually anywhere between her knees and navel and most particularly the tight rose-bud of her anal-ring; all probes there proving repeatedly to be explosive. Sarah preferred her breasts to be cupped, stroked and massaged gently; whilst by contrast the favoured treatment for her buttocks was that they be mauled and pulled with a degree of savagery which it took me some time to become comfortable with. With the exception of her ears noted previously and her buttocks too, Sarah preferred that all bites be 'gentle nibbles' and perhaps on the basis of discretion rather than dislike, permitted none whatsoever wherever the resulting teeth-marks might be publicly displayed.
