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First Time with Ms. Right By: Robin Alexander
Disclaimer: Contains adult content. Special thanks to Tara for the wonderful editing she did on this story. Her attention to detail, and gentle encouragement made this story a joy to write. All comments welcome @ robin@robinfic.com
The first time with Ms. Right.
From the first moment I laid eyes on her, I have fantasized
about this. Now, I can’t believe it’s happening. She’s
nervous, probably as nervous as I am. I take some comfort in
that. Her hands tremble slightly as she slowly unbuttons her
blouse, revealing just a hint of her breasts. I bite my bottom
lip, reminding myself to allow her to go at her own pace,
though my first inclination is to jump up and rip the clothing
away from what I have dreamed about seeing and kissing for so
long.
She’s standing close enough to me now that I can smell her
perfume. The scent of it is so fresh, clean, alluring … it
suits her well. That very scent has caused me so many problems
at the office as it filled my nostrils each time she passed my
desk, making me lose all concentration on my daily tasks.
Meeting a deadline was never a problem before she came to work
there. I have to admit, now she is the only thing that makes
coming to work at that stuffy office day after day tolerable.
Burgundy … her bra is burgundy. I love it when white is
forsaken for such a rich color. It matches the deep
maroon-colored blouse that she was wearing a minute ago. The
color is the perfect complement to her brown eyes and chestnut
hair. I can’t help the whimper that escapes me when she unzips
the black slacks, revealing the matching panties. She raises
her eyes to meet mine; she is fully aware of what she is doing
to me and loves it.
This very morning, I watched as she passed my desk, staring at
her backside much longer than I should have, nearly getting
caught by the others who also seemed to be enamored with all
of her feminine qualities. I’m not the only one in the office
who is drawn to her beauty. However, I am the only one who
will be given the honor to bask in it for as long as I desire.
She walks toward the bed to where I am sitting in only my
shirt and bra. My skirt and stockings thrown down on the
floor, I am too busy watching her to be bothered with my own
clothes. She kisses me, pulling back as I try to deepen the
kiss … teasing me. I’m not allowed to touch her yet -- her
idea, certainly not mine.
She begins to unbutton my shirt with deliberate slowness. It
is taking all I have within me to find the restraint not to
grab her and throw her down on the bed. It’s the first time. I
silently remind myself that there will be many other times to
ravish her as I please, but for now, I will give in to her
desires. I know there will be many nights like this because
during dinner, she told me what I have longed to admit to her.
She’s in love with me.
She slips my shirt over my shoulders and down my arms, but
before I can free my hands, she pushes me onto my back,
trapping my hands in my own clothing. She smiles down at me,
seeing the frustration on my face. I have held her hand
before, and I have cupped her cheek as I kissed her, but I
have never been able to let my hands roam freely over her
body. And I crave it. She takes great pleasure in knowing
this.
I open my mouth to protest, but she covers it with her own.
The taste of her mouth and the feel of her skin pressed
against mine clear my mind of any thought, silencing me,
except for the moans I am powerless to hold back as she kisses
my neck. I crane my head back, giving her access to whatever
she decides to bestow her kisses upon. Her long hair cascades
over my face and shoulders. I revel in the scent of it.
In the three months that I have come to know and fall in love
with this woman, we have only kissed and hugged. We had
mutually agreed when we started dating to abstain from
intimacy until we were both secure in the fact that this would
be a long-term relationship. This night, we decided to take
our relationship to the next level, and this woman whom I
adore and owns my heart has the unmitigated audacity to want
to take it slow!
She kisses and nibbles her way down the front of my chest to
the clasp of my bra, and with one flick of her fingers, opens
it, exposing me to her mouth and tongue. I shudder
uncontrollably as her tongue lazily circles my nipple. She
giggles, knowing that she is tormenting me; it makes me love
her all the more.
“Please” is the only word that has been uttered between us
since we entered her bedroom. I didn’t recognize my own voice
as the word passed my lips. The desperation in it must have
struck a chord deep within her because she began to devour me
with strength I didn’t know she possessed. She gathers my
breasts in her hands and presses them together, kissing,
biting and sucking. I arch my back, fighting my hands free of
the shirt that still lay beneath us.
I fill my fingers with that long luxurious brown hair and
gently pull her up to kiss me again, feeling her soft skin
slide easily against my own. Her tongue fills my mouth as I
easily relieve her of her bra. She lifts up just a little to
allow the barrier to slide from between us, allowing our
breasts to rub together for the first time. Overcome by the
sensation and the desire to feel more of her, I grab the thin
material of her underwear, making it clear that I intend to
rip them from her body. She breaks the kiss and looks down at
me with a lone eyebrow arched, which she knows that I find
incredibly sexy … so I do it.
The remnants of her panties sail through the air as I grasp
her hips and push her up so her breasts are above my face. The
feel of her soft warm skin against my mouth is only surpassed
by her soft moans. Sliding my hands down her body, I feel the
softness of her backside, and I dig my nails lightly into her
flesh, causing her to grind into my stomach. My mind is barely
able to register anything but the sensations she is exposing
me to.
Flipping her over onto her back, I kiss my way down a firm
stomach that tenses with each kiss I place on it. The smell of
her skin, coupled with the perfume that is so uniquely hers,
fills my senses, and I cannot deny myself the pleasure of
rubbing my face and hair all over her tight abdomen, reveling
in the softness as I slowly descend to the place I have only
dreamed of kissing. I can feel the tremors in her body as I
kiss the insides of her thighs. She buries her hand in my hair
and pulls me closer, and I willingly let her lead me. The
first taste of her is exquisite. I love it. She writhes
beneath my tongue, using my hair to guide me. I want nothing
more than to take her to the release I know she is craving,
but I have waited so long for this, as well, and I am not
willing to relinquish this moment too quickly. When she can no
longer stand it and is to the point of frustration, I give in
and flick my tongue over the spot that sends her into a state
of euphoria. And she takes me with her.
Craving the feel of her skin completely against mine, I slide
my body up against hers, pressing the most sensitive part
between her legs as she wraps them around mine in reflex. I
grind into her slowly as she sucks and nibbles my bottom lip.
The taste of her still in my mouth and the feel of the
innermost part of her body brushing against mine start the
familiar warmth that washes over me all too quickly.
I lie next to her long after she has drifted off to sleep,
playing with a stuffed animal that she has kept since her
childhood, still tingling from the memory of the first time we
made love, as I have done every anniversary for the past ten
years. Her brown hair has a few gray streaks, she weighs a
little more than she did that first night and the little
creases beneath her eyes have become a bit more pronounced.
She is more beautiful than she was when I first met her. My
Ms. Right sleeps next to me contentedly every night and swears
she will until the day we pass from this life.
The End
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