In our masculine culture, most of the erotic sex stories that we read or see, 95% of our information is about the things and actions that
men
need to experience from love and sex. They are about the enjoyment and satisfaction men get from the female body. Their approach, wishes, and actions are mostly selfish.
This story is the fourth and final of the series about 'Women's Choices.'
When females get their needs, desires, and satisfactions and the pleasure they get from good sex, their entire being is filled with vibrant delight. After all, they are half of any sex act, and for all women to really enjoy the utmost pleasure that is possible to gain from sex, we must give them the most substantial physical and emotional experience we can. By doing this, we, as men, increase our own pleasure fivefold. We can make the art form of sex an experience that both partners will enjoy in their memories forever. But remember, when we receive the choice we have requested, the result is not always that which we had in mind. However, women do make their own choices and receive their results
In this story, we will follow Yvette's choices and fantasies through to what she, in fact, receives, whether or not she is satisfied at the end of the era. This covers the resulting lifestyle she achieves. This story will follow this woman's experiences.
Note that the spelling is New Zealand English.
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Yvette's Lifestyle Choice
In the story of this Woman's Choice, we have to travel back in time because our subject is now an old lady, having just passed her 89th birthday, and she was reminiscing as to how she had achieved her goals.
Yvette was daydreaming as she sat looking out her window into the early Winter evening. She was thinking about how adult life started for her, after her late teens when she had played the field.
She had a figure that most women would give their eye teeth for. She stood some 5'8 tall, was slim with a beautiful derriere, and when dressed for an evening out with her current squeeze, her dresses looked as though she had been poured into them. Breast wise, she had firm tits and fitted a 38c bra. And had nipples that were never tamed. They always showed through her frock. She still noted the male eyes that followed her nipples from place to place. Her facial features were almost perfection, and had eyes that exuded innocence. In the Summertime, she spent a large amount of her leisure on the beach, dressed in her favourite one-piece swimsuit or alternatively in her crop-tops and daisy duke shorts. Consequently, she always had plenty of followers. She never had any difficulty finding a partner for an evening out.
Yevette, all through her late teens, enjoyed leading the boys along, and she had spent many a night, after dancing the evening away at a nightclub, then parked up with a guy in an out of the way place; she would allow the guy to pash her up, and take liberties with her clothing. When out having a night's fun, she would wear a frock or blouse that was front opening, and her bra was an easy off type. He could fondle her tits and suck nipples but had to keep his hands out of her panties. Then, just as she had become really excited, but not to the point of no return, she would feign a headache and have to go home. By doing this, she could engage in the excitement of the night and remain a virgin. In other words, she was a tease.
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However, one evening just before her 20th birthday, her date, an older person, and man of the world had arranged a dinner night for the couple. It was at an upper-class restaurant. Dave had dressed elegantly in a suit. She was in a beautiful fitting little black dress and red come fuck me shoes. Many eyes around the room were watching her with lusty thoughts in their brains and other bits. Yvette was in her element, and she was showing off to all and sundry. This atmosphere, combined with a more-some wine and a long slow meal, had made Yvette quite nicely, thank you, by time to go home.
Having been teased a number of times before, Dave had thought ahead, and on the way back to Yvette's lodgings, he suggested that they call into his apartment for a coffee to finish the night off. He stopped in his driveway, walked around the car, opened her door, and, taking her hand, elegantly led her into his residence. Its sophistication overcame her common sense. Once inside, he sat her down on the three-seater lounge before retiring to the kitchen to make coffee, and while doing this, he poured a good measure of rum in each cup. Prior to meeting up with Yvette, he had made up a small tete-tete supper for this night and carefully put it on a tray. Placing the filled cups on the tray, he carried it into the lounge. She was very impressed with the service and sat close to Dave. The rum in the coffee began to work its magic, and she felt warm, and with his arm around her, she relaxed into some hot passionate lovemaking.
When Dave placed his hand on her back and started lowering her zip, she enjoyed the romance of his move, and as he slid her dress off her shoulders, she felt little tingles down her spine and between her legs. Dave's warm kisses stirred her soul, and her juices started to flow. His experience showed, as he worked her senses, and although it took about half an hour, Yvette reached the place of no return, and by this time, she was all over Dave and non-verbally begging him to remove her panties and finger her cunt. He understood from her actions and movements that she had minimal experience in the mores of sex for all the bravado she had displayed.
He eased her panties down her legs while removing her shoes, then he finished sliding her zip to the bottom of her dress, slipping it off her body, and when she momentarily faltered, Dave breathed in her ear, "Do you want me to stop, darling?"
"Oh God, no," she excitedly whispered.
He removed her bra and gently kissed her nipples, and licked her areola. Yvette had never had this pitch of eroticism before in her life. She was quietly moaning until Dave rubbed her clit.
"Wow!" she squealed, "What are you doing to me."
She came strongly for the first time in her young life.
"I am teaching you how to fuck, Yvette, and with a lot of practice, you will be brilliant."
So now, having her laying naked on the bed and really juiced up, Dave slowly stripped off, showing his broad hairless chest, his muscular firm bum with strong legs. He was a very fit man and just the most refined person that she could have to teach her the exceptional arts of sex.
Dave then moved down on her squirming body and started by licking her areola and sucking each nipple till her cunt was right on the point of another orgasm. Then he moved away from her breasts down to her belly button, gave it a swirl around, then on to her beautiful flower. She was now almost screaming to be allowed to come. Nevertheless, Dave knew he needed to excite her further so that she had no resistance what so ever. He gently fingered her vagina, then pushed his face down onto her vulvar and slowly started licking all around the entrance, tasting her juices and spreading them around her clit. Pulling her cunt lips apart, he rubbed his tongue over her vagina and up over her clit,
Yvette could not lay still. She wriggled around and growled, mixed with little squeals. Dave took her clit into his mouth and sucked on it; the warmth and smooth wetness of his mouth felt divine. He stimulated it further, and this time she came with a powerful orgasm, almost passing out with its intensity.
While Yvette lay on the bed, twitching in the aftermath of her orgasm, Dave moved in and pushed her body further up the bed and her head onto a pillow. He then covered her body with his and lined his rigid cock with her entrance. She was drooling nicely, so he wet his cockhead in her juices and gently moved forward, entering into a very tight cunt. He pushed further and felt some resistance. Couldn't possibly could it? But it was; she was, up to now, a virgin. However, Yvette was not interested in that. She wanted him to push further into her body; to feel his penetration into her being.
Now Dave started to push and pull his cock, enjoying the tightest twat he had ever been inside.