As we left the dining hall to go to our car, I glanced up at the window of her former dorm room. It was an easy room to find as it was the last room on the top floor of the building. Looking up at that window I thought of the nights that we spent up there behind that window, in the dark with candles burning, exploring each others bodies, sharing intimacies and coaxing each other to orgasm so that each of us could witness the other in the throes of rapture. Those experiences made our hearts race then and our emotional bonds grow tighter when we were young innocent lovers. Now so long afterwards those sweet memories stir my heart and they still harden my cock.
I have deeply erotic memories of the wind whistling and rain tapping on the window as I got my first serious lessons in what it means to physically love a woman that I care deeply for and have that woman love me back. Recollections of her nubile sensual form laying naked on crisp white sheets waiting for me to join her in a lusty but innocent embrace open the gates of my arousal and adoration. That time together was my first experience at giving a woman I adored the gift of intense erotic pleasure and she in turn gave me the privilege of witnessing her experience it.
After several dates we agreed that although we would sleep together and we would masturbate each other and do oral on each other, but that we would not yet fuck. In retrospect I think it was odd that we agreed to that, but we did. At the time we told ourselves that we didn’t want intercourse to interfere with our evolving relationship; now I know it would’ve strengthened it. Looking back, I think I cared so much about her I didn’t want to disappoint her with my inexperience. I had very little sexual skill and marginal staying power; I think part of it was I was protecting myself from potential embarrassment. Part of it also was the fact that she was a virgin and I was actually afraid to take her virginity. I lacked confidence that I could do it and have it be enjoyable for her; beyond that the act of doing something to her that would hurt was beyond me even if it ended in pleasure.
Regardless of what the reason was, we spent from October to June behind that window exploring each others intimate realities, sharing knowledge of each other sexual triggers, and learning from each other. In the process we tasted each others bodily fluids, we kissed, sucked and tongued parts of each others bodies that neither of us had ever done with anyone before. Although I had been masturbating for years I had never had the incredibly erotic experience of having a woman tease my cock to the edge of my coping ability then tug it to relinquish hot cum into her hand as she watched in fascination. We drew delightful sensations from each others bodies with fingers, hands, lips, tongues and by frottage and witnessed the most intimate thing that two people can witness . . . each other in the agonizingly sweet ecstasy of orgasm.
I was 20 and she was 19 … although I was a little more experienced than she was, neither one of us really had deep knowledge of the other gender’s sexual response.
What a wonderful learning experience that 7 months was. In retrospect I am glad that we did what we did as it forced us to slow down and learn about each other’s bodies before we actually made love. That following September, at the end of the summer when we returned from summer break, we did eventually decide to fuck; our early experiences with fucking were not great. There is an early blog entry about our early sex, somewhere around the first 20 entries in this blog. I won’t rehash it.
A milestone memory that sticks in my mind of a sudden shift in our sexual relationship was a particularly heated mutual masturbation session that we had after we had been going out for 2 months. It marked the first time I did oral love on her.
This particular occasion occurred after Christmas break. We had been getting together almost every night from November until mid December; early on with her goading we had been masturbating each other to orgasm, sometimes several times in a night for me.
As a young woman of 19 who had never had sex before she was insanely curious. Before we had mutual sessions she had exposed her tits to me and asked me to strip naked for her and masturbate to orgasm so she could see what it looked like. Being the horny son of a gun that I was I was all too happy to oblige. That was the beginning of my exhibitionist tendencies. I can remember the embarrassment and the rush of standing naked before her as she palmed her tits to inspire me as I tugged and squeezed my cock to spew my cum. She always made me shoot into her open palm, as she relished the heat of this mysterious fluid that moments earlier was inside my balls and other hidden places.
Many nights, I broke curfew and stayed in her room till morning cuddling, caressing, kissing and cumming. Every night I came for her and most nights she for me. She was still a little shy in those first months, and wasn’t all that comfortable with her full nudity before me except under the covers. Although she had a lovely and sexy body like many women of the age she had body image issues.
None the less for both of us, shared orgasm had become part of our daily life for 2 months and we both grew to crave the experience of mutual orgasm and the desire to witness it. When it was shut off for the ten days of Christmas break … we were both horny as hell by the time we got back together.
When we both got back to campus on that Sunday afternoon at the end of break, neither one of us wasted any time getting back together. As I remember we were among the last students to make it into the dining hall before it closed. Dinner was spent catching up with each other, telling all about our family activities and family members. At that time our respective families were still mysteries to each other. After the chat and multiple cups of coffee there was little doubt that we would wind up in her room and that likely I would not be leaving for a while, most probably until morning. There would be no school work that night, just passionate love culminating in anguished pleasure.
We left the dining hall hand in hand and walked up to the elevator to go to her room. Now 40 years later the memory of the warmth and softness of her hand that night is still indelible in my memory. I realized that night how much of a tactile person I am. As we walked and held hands I can remember the gradual stiffening of my penis as we walked, purely from holding her hand. My control wasn’t very good back then. I am sure that if we had kissed for an extended period of time within the first few minutes of that initial clasping of hands, I would’ve creamed in my pants.
We made it up to her room after meeting several girlfriends in the elevator and hallway. After small talk and knowing semi smirk glances from her friends to her, we made it down to her room. We closed the door behind us and immediately kissed long and hard. We gasped to breathe after we parted lips.
She went of her record player and put on her Moody Blues album, our favorite. To this day, “Nights in White Satin” will cause me to get an erection. She lit some candles and I closed the door that separated her part of the split double from her roommate. Although it provided total visual privacy it wasn’t sound proof. Many a night she and I would be inspired to get each other off after listening to her room mate and her boyfriend grunting and moaning in time to the squeaking of the bed. We learned their unique rhythm, when the orgasm was imminent from the tone of her room mates groans; the arrival of her orgasm was signaled by a bird like chirp that her room mate made as his cock pried the orgasm from her pussy. I used to imagine the sight of her room mates pussy being pounded by this guy who I found to be not particularly good looking, but according to J her room said that he fucked like a stallion. This did much to undermine my confidence further.
We stood across from each other an arms length apart. It was a stance of combined anticipation and awkwardness in the flickering light of the candle. We knew each other well, but we had never brazenly stood naked in front of each other, or at least until that night. Things changed that night as the depth of our desire overcame our embarrassment and reticence. Our desperation for each other was still tempered with a razor thin edge of innocence between two relatively inexperienced post adolescents in an early relationship.
We decided to slowly undress for each other to drive our arousal to the extreme. J always loved to prolong her pleasure and tease me.
So we stood there looking at each other with anticipation. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. She reciprocated by removing her sweater. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and stepped out of them. I noticed the big wet spot on the bulge on the front of my underwear, so did she. We alternated removing of one article of clothing at a time while the other one played the role of voyeur as the article was removed. The act of witnessing the unveiling of her naked body was making my pulse pound in my ears. Part of it was seeing her naked but part of it for me was the exhibitionism of it. I finally got to see her unabashedly getting naked before me and ultimately standing bare before me for my eyes to drink in. Equally I liked showing off for her, and I still do.
At the time I don’t remember the act of taking my clothes off, I only remember the impatient moments between each article coming off of her and the excitement of seeing her brazenly and slowly getting naked before me. Finally she was standing there in bra and panties. She wore exotic print nylon panties then, I remember being totally turned on when she got down to them. The pair she wore that night was electric blue paisley bikini’s with high arched leg holes and a matching blue bra. She didn’t wear very supportive bras then, just flimsy nylon things that let the natural shape of her breasts and nipples show.
For the voyeur in me standing there looking at the natural hang of her breasts and the puffy swell of her vulva thru her panties, the impact was the same that I had earlier that year when I was at a strip bar and the dancer had thrust her naked pussy in my face giving me my first nose full of strategically applied perfume tinged with the natural scent of vagina. I was totally turned on.
I remember being the first one of the two of us naked as she stood there in her panties. She was (is) not very well endowed on top, but she is nicely shaped. Her breasts are slightly pendulous with up turned nipples, for me it is the standard for attractive breasts. I love(d) the shape of her and still do. As I stood there staring at them I was oblivious to the fact that she was doing the same to my totally stiff erection. My aroused cock pointed straight up almost touching my belly as I stood before her that night (now in the same situation it extends outward at slightly less than a 90 degree angle… age has taken its toll LOL).
She finally removed her panties. When she did I recall a divinely erotic shuddering twitch deep inside my anus. Now, from my MMO experience I know that sensation as my prostate swelling and contracting in a spasm of arousal. That was the first time I saw her standing naked, exposing every square inch of her body to me. I remember starring in fascination at her vulva and the fluff of hair that covered it. She looked so vulnerable yet so sexy and sweet. I virtually raped her with my eyes.
After several moments of visual exploration we came together and embraced and kissed. I relished the sexual heat from her vulva on my balls, it was palpable; the feel of her soft skin on my chest and thighs as she wound her leg around behind me and pulled me closer make my cum boil and my cock twitch precum. Looking back on it, the erotic sensation of her skin on my skin and the softness of her breasts on my chest, her down patch tickling my balls and my stone hard penis against her belly is such a strong memory that just the recollection has me hard and dripping now at this moment as I am writing this.
I led her to her bed and eased her to lay back and let me worship her at this makeshift altar. I make that analogy because that was how I felt. It was both moving and arousing to be given the gift of her body. Although I know she sought the touch of my hands, the sweetness of my kisses and the warm wet stimulation of my tongue to transport her to rapture, we had never been this “spiritual” about sex before; our previous sessions were heavy petting culminating in hands in pants or under the covers. This was unashamed nudity and exhibitionism for a lover. All I could think about was the wonder and beauty of this divinely feminine sexual creature that lay before me. The fact that she was laying before me giving me her body and shamelessly surrendering her aroused vulva to me was indeed almost spiritual.
As she lay there naked on her bed, it was the first time I remember being consciously aware of the scent of feminine arousal. The pungent sweet scent drifted from the moist lips of her dripping vagina and reached into my brain where they flipped a switch to my arousal that both intoxicated me and wrenched precum from me.
When I am moved by desire, another part of my brain clicks into action and instinct takes over. It is as if thousands of years of experience from men who have knelt before their impassioned ladies just as I was has been passed to me. Although I had never tasted her pussy, tongued her, licked her or probed her before I knew tonight was the night to start. I did not ask permission, in retrospect she not only knew it was coming but she wanted it.
Wordlessly I leaned over and began to ever so delicately kiss her vaginal lips with the same tenderness that I kissed her mouth moments earlier. As I tenderly touched her velvet pink folds she began to sigh and open her legs wider to give me total access to her unfurling flower. Just as with a flower in the warm spring sun, my warm breath and loving lips were making her nectar flow. As she imperceptibly raised her pelvis to my lips the dew of her arousal was dripping from the lower fold of her vaginal crease.
Soon my lips were coated with the slippery tang of her arousal. Fueled by her arousal her vaginal mouth was yawning open wide in its desire for my tongue. I found myself looking into her pink heat. Her arousal was so total that for the first time she overcame her self consciousness that she gave herself over to the sensation that radiating from her pussy to every erogenous point on her body. After deeply kissing her pussy for a virtual eternity, I extended my tongue and began to explore the silken folds of her sex. I remember the silken softness of her vagina and I remember my first taste of girl juice. The tanginess of her pussy lingered on my tongue. I was hooked. I knew in a second that I would never be able to get enough of this.
She was sailing on pleasure wave that lifted her pelvis off the mattress to press against my lips. That night I began the process of discovering all of what I call her sweet spots. The erotically sensitive trigger points to her arousal and ultimately her orgasm.
The night finished with me proactively sucking and teasing her erect clit like a hummingbird sips nectar from a lush flower, while my fingers probed and stroked the warm wet channel of her sex. I was a little clumsy but it didn’t seem to matter for her. It ended with the first vocalized orgasm she ever had. I was aroused, thrilled and proud as she bucked and shuddered against my mouth and finger and grunted and gasped in orgasmic delirium Ultimately I got my orgasm that night by having her lay on her belly while I nestled my penis in her ass cheeks and enjoyed bare skin frottage in her ass crack. In no time at all I buttered her buns and I got my relief.
We became very adept at finger and mouth sex in the first year of our relationship and even afterwards. Because fucking was not extremely enjoyable to her for a variety of reasons that I will write about later, we used finger and mouth love to get each other off for several years after we were married, until our enjoyment of intercourse caught up with our libidos.
Even though we enjoy wonderful love making sessions now, we often turn to mouth and finger loving fairly frequently. A cock is so clumsy compared to the dexterity of a finger, or tongue and the elegant vulgarity of my lips on her weeping pussy. Finger love is still a huge turn on for me. Lastly the voyeur and the exhibitionist in me likes the semi detachment of watching her explode in pleasure and lose control. Similarly I still enjoy strutting my arousal for her and showing her the pure pleasure I experience in orgasm as I spew cum for her while she watches intently.
1 Comments On This Entry
- indiasextalk on Memories, Boulders and Paul McCartney
- indiasextalk on I Can't Stop
- indiasextalk on I Can't Stop
- Motorman on Amazing Orgasm
- nishu029 on Amazing Orgasm
- nishu029 on Amazing Orgasm
- Sterling101 on Amazing Orgasm
- lonely6172 on Amazing Orgasm
- iamsmooth on Male Anal Pleasure and Shame
- Miss_C. on Driving Mr. Penis
- anal sex
- back yard
- Coming Soon
- erotic urges
- growing up
- hard cock
- hotel window
- Its More than Sex
- male fantasy
- male multiple orgasm
- multiple orgasms
- new hampshire
- oral sex
- orgamic spasm
- orgasmic shudder
- outdoor fucking
- pre cum
- rockets. pools
- ropes of semen
- sexy thoughts
- The truth about cum
- thick creamy cum
- volcano of sperm