It is something that a one night stand or occasional repeat partner would not pick up on, but having lived with, dated and slept with her I can see how she works now. Way back when we first started to go out she was all calm, confident, and collected. The way she talked, walked and breathed all had this energy of knowing exactly what she was doing. But she still drank too much on the plane to Paris and performed oral sex on me. This taught me two things. One is that she hides her real emotions well. Second is that her skills in this sort of thing are to be respected. I could never have done what she had, taken something the size of her arm down her throat like that. The years of practise and study that must of took...
But it is not just that either. That moment was sudden and awkward for me but it also helped tear the band aid off what an adult relationship could be like and throw me into the deep end. Now that I had been shown what kind of fun girls could give though she backed off a little, gave me space, gave me time to think and absorb that night. The thing that started to make me see her in a new light though came after. As soon as I had digested that night and got comfortable with the idea, she wanted to do it again. We had never spoken about it, yet she somehow knew the exact moment I wanted more of that oral.
It continues much the same. She would hang around in less and less clothes on the backseat, give me nudges about wanting to give me some oral here and there and even at one point masturbate while I was working. Sure I stopped for a... few minutes to watch but by then it was not awkward at all, she had timed it so perfectly that it had felt like this was something we had done a million times before.
The second I got ideas about her body, some curiosity, she started to push me into giving her oral as well. it was playful at first, letting me do whatever I liked and figuring it out on my own time. But that soon turned to advice and education, which helped distract me from the fact that by spending so much time under her tail my senses had been dulled a little to her scent and taste. This was such a smart move for one simple reason. Sex is gross. It stinks, its wet and mushy and there is no clean or tidy way to do it correctly. If you want to love sex, you gotta love your partner's body. Something I now did.
Once again as soon as this became normal she wanted to go further. Her ideas of giving me my first time with a girl in the Italian countryside was some romantic notion I think and sure the warm evening wind, floral smells and landscape was very enjoyable... But that does not matter in the moment. Maybe it is different when your experienced but all I could see was her fur, smell her, taste her, touch her. Where we were did not matter at all because, well, she was my whole world.
The fact she could even take so much of me was impressive. Her choice to let me to do whatever I wanted so I could enjoy myself without distraction was also a very kind idea. One that I did want to disappoint her on. I ended up finding a pose that let me use her small frame to my advantage and overcome how, erm, tight she is by letting gravity do some of the work. I feel it was kind of rough and well not very elegant but it sure did feel fantastic. Like, really fantastic. I can not believe how good girls feel...
Oh and, ehm, well. Nothing has given me a sense of pride and confidence quite like her coming back from cleaning up and wanting to have sex again. No advice, no education. Just pick her up and do it how I wanted to again. My word did we make a mess of the limo that night."
Hope you enjoyed the mini story, this pairing has consumed my soul and I hunger for more.
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