My Oral Awakening
With all the men that I had been with, I have to admit I had never really received good oral sex. I don't know what it was. It wasn't like I stopped them from going down on me but rather after a few minutes of having them down there, I would tap them on the shoulder and take over sucking their cock before fucking.
Maybe it had to do with the fact that my husband never really ate me out. Neither did my father or brothers. The most they did was to lick me a bit to lubricate me before they fucked me. So maybe it was that conditioning. Maybe it was also the fact that I felt I always had to be fresh as a daisy down there to let someone lick me. Not that anyone really complained anyway as long as I sucked them and fucked them. Men were happy enough with that and I was too.
So I never really understood when my girlfriends used to tell me how much they loved being eaten out. To me it was always bleh and I never really pursued it. So much so that when Steve and I were flirting, he said that he loved to go down on a woman and could spend hours down there. I dismissed him with a "that's not really my thing."
Anyway, I had met Steve through some mutual friends and I thought he was really nice. There was an instant connection between us but he was married and like I did with all the married men I had been with, I never pursued it any further. He did though and said he found me terrible attractive. I laughed it off but we became rather good friends and quite close too. He would mention wanting to have sex with me ever so often but the nice thing about his was that he never pushed it.
All that changed one day when our flirty messages got a little bit more urgent. I decided to take the plunge and let him come and pick me up and just see where it would go although I did have reservations as we were good friends and I didn't want sex to come in the way.
I was still unsure what I was going to do when he came to pick me up from my apartment. The weeks of endless flirting were either going to be worth it or lead to another major anti-climax session for me. But despite my initial apprehension, here we were sitting opposite each other in the hotel room, booked on a whim and a prayer, smiling awkwardly yet knowing exactly what was going to happen next.
He reached over to kiss me, our lips touching gently, baby kisses grazing against moist slightly parted lips. Our tongues barely touched and yet this was probably the most intimate kiss I had ever had. I could feel his hands brush against mine, stroking my arms as I nuzzled in closer to him till my breasts were pushed up against his chest. He only pulled away from my kiss to take a look at me and his eyes were drunk from the look of wanton pleasure on my face.
I did not stop him from unbuttoning my dress. I let him fiddle nervously with the buttons, my breasts heaving in anticipation of his hands on my soon to be naked body. He took a second to look down at me as I slipped out of the dress and kissed my neck, a gasp escaping from my lips betrayed my determination that this was going to be nothing more than just two people engaging in pure, unadulterated, no holds barred sex that both of them had been craving for.
He removed my bra confidently with a flick of his fingers, cupping my exposed breasts in his hands before burying his face in between my cleavage. His lips sought out my nipples, now hard and engorged, flicking his tongue over one breast and then the other, his fingers gently pinching down on them. I bit down on my lips, head thrown back while holding the sides of his face, loving the feel of his warm tongue and lips against my skin.