1 comments/ 53711 views/ 5 favorites The Perfect 10 By: Up4Cyber She was young and horny, but she found herself nervous. It was her first time doing anything like this. She had always played hard to get, and had never let any guy get too close. But, there's a first time for everything, she thought. Sammi was 19, and this was her first time going home with a guy. She was unsure exactly how it would go down; would it be slow and romantic, or fiery and passionate? All she knew was that this was not how she had pictured her first time. She admired the apartment, the leather upholstery, the fine wooden furniture. Blake walked in from the kitchen. She liked Blake even though Sammi had only known him a short two hours. He was tall, thin, and though he wasn't musclebound, he was very well-toned. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans, and a blue collared shirt, its sleeves rolled to his elbows. Underneath was a black tank top, and it highlighted his form well. She wasn't dressed as nicely, but she was dressing to attract a man's attention, not to look classy. Sammi wore a pink V-neck blouse and a short denim skirt. She was the tallest of her sisters, standing 5'4", and her long, slender legs had often drawn the eyes of many men. She was very slim, only 115 pounds, yet her hips were wide, and her rear was thick, and it was pure muscle. Her abs were tight, the result of hours of hard work at the local gym, and she was well-endowed with a large chest, a pair of natural 42D breasts, which were perky and round. Her skin was tan and smooth, and sported a tattoo across her lower back, a small pink heart on either side of a little blue butterfly. Her face was blemish free, and her smile was radiant. Straight, white teeth, not a single one out of place behind luscious, soft lips, which were coated lightly in shiny pink gloss. Her eyes were a rich emerald green, and her eye lashes long and thick. Her silky blonde hair fell just to her shoulders, the envy of her sisters, who were all brunettes. As Blake walked in, he offered Sammi a drink. "No thanks," she replied. She wasn't very thirsty, because all she could think about was how her first time might turn out. She was sure she could deliver, because she had picked up a few tips from her friends when she was in high school, but what if she froze up? She couldn't wait for it to begin so she could just find out. Blake sat down next to her, and they chatted for a while. After an hour of talking, flirting, and laughing with each other, Sammi just came out with it. "I'm sorry Blake, I just don't think I'm ready," she said, her voice shaking. "I'd think we should wait until next time we hook up." With a disappointed sigh, Blake rose from the couch. "That's understandable," he replied, though she knew he was lying. "Would you like to go out and get a bite to eat?" "Sure. That sounds great. Let me get my things." She moved to the coat rack and retrieved her purse. As they left the apartment, they began to talk again. For hours they talked, even during their meal the chatter kept a consistent pace. As they returned to Blake's car, it began to rain. He ran to the car and opened her door for her. As they settled into the car, their chatter ended for the first time since they had left the apartment. An awkward silence choked them. Sammi caught Blake staring at her chest a few times, and true to her teasing yet hard-to-get nature, she leaned back a little, breathing heavier, slower, as to make her breasts rise teasingly. Hardly able to contain himself, Blake started up the car, but it soon died "I'll call a cab," Blake mumbled as he reached for his phone. "No wait, I have an idea. Why don't we run to your apartment in the rain? It could be kind of... spontaneous!" Sammi exclaimed. "I could just spend the night at your apartment if that's alright with you. But I have to have your word; no funny business." "Sure, but I only have one bed. If you want I could sleep on the couch," Blake replied. "No, I trust you. If you give me your word, I trust you," she said. "Just promise me you'll be on your best behavior." "Okay. If I misbehave you can spank me," he chuckled. "You have my word." The two ran home through the rain, and when Blake's apartment was in sight, Sammi slowed and grabbed Blake's hand. They strolled back, as the rain had begun to slow. "You know, you'll be the first guy I've ever... given myself to," Sammi whispered in his ear. "I'm so excited, so wet. And not from the rain...." "If you keep talking like that, I won't be able to promise you anything," he said. "I can barely contain myself as it is." He paused. "You're so beautiful," he said, brushing some of her hair back. He was 22, and had never been very lucky with the ladies. He was no stranger to sex, but something usually came up that prevented him from sealing the deal. An emergency call from his brother, an unexpected visit from his mother, a phone call from a drunken friend pleading for a ride home - the list goes on. But he had a special feeling about Sammi. She was not the usual bar stool trash that looked to find a nightly companion. Sammi was very... "friendly," but she was still a virgin, and did not give herself out easily. Yet... here she was, with a guy she had only met a few hours ago, about to spend the night at his place. But Blake didn't care. He just wanted to take Sammi into his bedroom, and make her his. She was very attracted to him, a tall, fit man with dark brown hair, and even darker eyes. He was about 160lbs, all muscle, and he facial features were well-proportioned. His shoulders were broad, and he was a warm, kind person, and he made her feel safe. But at the same time, he was a passionate person, and Sammi knew he would be able to go the distance and make her have an extraordinary orgasm. She could barely wait, but something felt wrong about now. Soon, but not now. As they walked through the door to his apartment, she put her purse back down near the door, and stood in the middle of the room, unable to sit because of her wet clothes. "I don't know what you want to do about your wet clothes," Blake said from under the towel he was drying his hair with. "How about I get out of them," she responded jokingly. "If you want I can throw those in the drier for you and you can borrow a tee and some jeans while." "That won't be necessary, I trust you," she said. "Now you're just trying to be a tease," he said, a little upset. "No, I'm sorry. You're right, I am sort of doing that to be a tease. But you've gotta understand, I've slept in the nude before, I guess I wasn't thinking about it that much. Sorry." "It's okay, I'm just really trying to resist you," he said as he passed her the towel. She dried her hair before deciding to turn in. "I think I'll call it a day," she said. Which door is the bedroom?" He pointed to the door off to the left of the room they were in. "I'll get into the bed, then you can come in so you won't see anything." She walked through the door way, lingering there for a short moment, giving Blake a view of her incredible behind. She hung her clothed over a small wooden chair in his room. She crawled into his bed, and pulled the covers up to cover her bulging breasts. "You can come in now." He walked in and removed his jeans, as well as his collared shirt, and crawled in next to her. "Goodnight," Sammi said as Blake turned off the lights. An hour passed, and his mind kept focusing on the image of Sammi's body, covered by his bed sheets. Just one more night and she should be his. He thought about her in the car, taunting him with her breasts, and about the way she stood in the door to his bedroom just a moment longer than she needed to, or the way she would bend over to pick something up. He got hard thinking of her, and shifted his weight on the bed to get comfortable. His leg accidentally brushed her buttocks, and her smooth skin was unbearably soft. He clutched at his groin, trying to keep himself under control. He couldn't fight it any longer. His hand slowly began to stroke his cock, and he thought about Sammi. He couldn't resist just one more feel, so he reached slowly with his other hand and lightly ran his fingers across her rear. Her unconscious form adjusted itself a little, but she did not wake. Lust overtook him and he gave her a light squeeze. She stirred once more, and turned her head to face Blake. "What's up? Am I too far over to your side?" she asked groggily. "No, just moving around a bit. Sorry to disturb you." "Hmm, your bed is so soft," she whispered, once again shifting herself on the bed. She moved a little too close and brushed against the bulge in his boxers. "Oh, is THAT what you woke me about?" she said with a grin. "I'm sorry," he said. "I know, I gave you my word. I'll go out on the couch." He began to swing a leg out of bed when she stopped him. "No, it's okay. You know, you're pretty big. I just hope there's enough room in the bed so this doesn't happen again." She reached behind her and grasped his cock. She lightly stroked it, and pulled it slightly closer to herself. "If I do this for you, will you go to sleep after, or are you gonna keep waking me up?" she joked. "Mm, that's amazing, your skin is so soft and smooth, even the palm of your hands. If you do this for me, I swear on my life I will wait until you're ready." She rubbed it a little faster, and brushed the tip of his cock against her buttocks. This sent a wave of pleasure through Blake's body. He had never in his entire life felt something like this; her skin was perfect, down to the very last inch. She was soft and smooth, and her body was just ripe for sex. But he would have to wait. She continued working his cock, and reached with her free hand for a tissue. As she felt him throb more and more in her grip, and readied the tissue. He released with a heavy sigh, almost a groan. "Sorry to bother you, but I believe this is your's," she said after he had a minute to savor the handjob she had just given him. She held the tissue out for him, now wrapped in another tissue to keep it contained. He got up and tossed it in the bathroom. When he got back, he rubbed her shoulder and thanked her, but she had already fallen back asleep. --- The next morning, she woke and dressed before he was up. She nudged him quickly and said her goodbyes, telling him she would be back later tonight, and that they could finish what was started last night. She left, and they both went through their day, each thinking and fantasizing about the other. At one point during one of her classes, Sammi had begun to rub herself through her clothes, her hand invisible under her desk. She only stopped when class ended, and once her day was over, she raced back to her apartment to get ready for tonight. She showered, spraying herself below with her shower head, still thinking about Blake. After she was done, she put on a loose green low cut-tee, a tight little black shorts, and a pair of black high-heels. She sprayed some of her sexiest perfume, put in her favorite earrings, and walked to her car. When she arrived, her knock was answered almost immediately. He was as horny as she was. She walked right in, giving Blake a brush across the belt with her fingers. He could feel himself begin to harden slightly already. She pulled him down onto the couch with her, and they began to kiss passionately. She slipped him the tongue, a move Blake was not expecting from her. He planned to make all the first moves. After kissing for only 15 minutes, she grabbed his hand and pulled him up. She lead him to his wooden kitchen chair and sat him in it. She stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders and kissing his neck. He slumped a little, feeling relaxed, but at the same time aroused. This girl was too good to be true. She ran her hands down his chest, and then walked around to the front of him. She bent over right in front of him, her fine rear looking absolutely amazing. Then, she turned and kissed him deeply. He was able to see down her shirt slightly, and he got harder. She turned back away from him, only to sink into his lap, grinding against his groin, rhythmically, in a circular motion. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, she turned around in his lap, straddling him, with one arm around the back of his neck, the other hand resting teasingly in his lap. She slowly grinded back and forth, getting him harder and harder. Blake never knew his cock could get this hard, but he liked it. Already this girl was taking him to new places sexually, and they were both still fully clothed. He couldn't wait until the clothes were off. She stood, then began to sink slowly to her knees. She stroked his growing bulge through his jeans, and slowly began to open his pants. She unzipped his jeans, then his button. Sammi stroked his cock so lightly he could barely feel it, yet he still felt immense pleasure from it. She kissed his cock through the boxers, and then slipped two fingers in through the opening. she rubbed with just two fingers for a moment, watching his face. Slowly, she lowered her head and began to slide his shirt upwards with her teeth. Her lip dragged slightly across abdomen, and his stomach tensed; he let out a brief groan, stroking her hair. She finished removing his shirt with her hands, and began to pull his boxers from him. "Alright, now we're talkin'," Blake murmured, anticipating the pleasure he was soon about to feel. He imagined her body, which he had still yet to see completely naked, rattling from each thrust of his cock, her screams of pleasure, her hands gripping his chest as she begged for more. But that would come soon enough. She now had him completely unclothed, and she was moments from blowing a little more than his mind. "I don't think you've seen this yet. Hopefully it makes my mouth a little more... satisfying." She giggled, and grasped his cock in her hand. "This seems familiar," she laughed, her fingertips dancing along the side of it. "I'm gonna tease you so bad you're gonna blow before I even get mine." She leaned back, looking at him. "I guess I'm finally giving you a little more of what you wanted," she purred as she grabbed the hem of her tee shirt and began to lift it. As it rose a shining belly ring revealed itself, glittering at Blake. She grabbed his hand and lead him to his bedroom. She pushed him onto his bed, crawling onto the bed with him. She bent herself over him, her ass high in the air, showing the top of a thong over the top of her shorts. She ran her entire hand up and down it once, slowly, and then again quickly. She brought it close to her mouth, blowing air on the tip from her mouth very lightly. She raised her head, looking into Blake's eyes. She brought her open mouth closer to his cock, only to snap her teeth shut playfully mere inches from his cock's head. He wriggled a little under her, feeling impatient. She was teasing the shit out of him. He just wanted to rail her at this point, but they would get to it, and he regained composure once more. Sammi hung her tongue from her mouth, the small silver stud glinting pleasingly. She moved her face inward, just barely missing his cock to the left. Then again to the right. She slowly rubbed his head with a fingertip, and his cock throbbed. She lifted it, slowly kissing the head very lightly, almost too light to feel. She bent her head down farther, her face low. She kissed the base of his cock on the underside, and licked his sack for just a few seconds. She put her lips around them, not quite in, not quite out. She released them, only to grab them again, and she began to roll them up the bottom of his cock. She poked her tongue out, and licked up the bottom of his cock to the very head, where her lips finally came to rest on his cock. She applied a bare minimum of suction, her lips around the very tip. She released him, and dragged her tongue up the side of his shaft. She once again applied suction, this time drawing him in slowly. Once he was in, one of her hands reached to her shorts, while the other worked furiously at the base of his dick, while her mouth moved up and down, bobbing, and her tongue spiraled round and round within her mouth. She would stop every 30 seconds and lick his shaft from bottom to top before repeating. After going for a solid 10 minutes, she stopped for a few seconds. "Do you think you could do me a favor?" she asked, still stroking his throbbing cock a good pace. "Uhh, sure. Oh my god, though, where did you learn that?" "That was nothing; I've still got tricks. But first... I think my boobs are suffocating," she said, pointing to her breasts, barely contained within her bra. Blake reached forward and caressed them, noting the velvety texture of the bra. It was a gorgeous bra, and if her breasts were not so voluptuous, he would contemplate leaving it on until he was ready to penetrate. The bra was black, with dark blue lacy trim, and it did absolutely no padding, and it was not a push-up bra either. Her breasts were large and natural, but looked out of place on her tight little frame. As she bent over to return to his cock, he reached for her bra. He froze, unable to move, overcome by the pleasure. He looked down, her brilliant green eyes staring into his. He swore he could have felt the back of her throat. he watched, and again she tried to draw the whole thing into her mouth. A valiant effort, she brought in a full seven and a half inches. She took her hand off his massive cock, and drove deep one more time. She successfully managed the full eight, and held there as best she could. She felt her gag reflexes kick, and a single tear welled in one eye, streaming down to her cheek where she brushed it away. Finally she released him, and he reached forward again to unhook her bra. As the hooks unlatched, her bra loosened. She sat up straight, and held her bra on as she slid her arms through the loops, one at a time. Finally she dragged the bra down, and her breasts fell free. They stood, perky and firm. They were supple, yet easily manipulated on the hand. Her pink nipples were not the common nipples of a large breasts; these were smaller nipples, the size of dimes rather than quarters. They were also somewhat tan, and Blake could not find a single tan line. He reached forward, and felt them. They were without a doubt the best shaped, most symmetrical breasts he had ever had the privilege to see. He squeezed them, and rubbed one of her nipples a few times before she bent back to his cock. She grabbed his hands and placed them on the back of her head, her mouth already around his dick. He slowly began to pump her head up and down on his dick, her tonsils banging off of his cock. He had never met anyone able to deepthroat eight inches, and she was a virgin. Sammi allowed this to continue for a while before she reached the slide to shorts down. The thong revealed underneath was a small black one, with the words "BITE ME" on the back. She rose, before again shaking her rear for Blake, this time in a much more revealing garment. He reached for her thong, but she slapped his hand away. Sammi began to give Blake another lapdance, but unable to control his urges anymore, he grabbed her by her curvy hips, and turned her onto her back. He slid down her thong hastily, and before he could make it all the way home, she cleared her throat and said, "I thought you were a gentleman..." and he rolled his eyes. "Sorry, you're right. God knows you've certainly earned it with a performance like that." He propped her legs on his shoulders, and pulled her close. "You think you're the only one who can be a tease?" He began by kissing her just below the naval, and then slowly moving lower. He kissed up and down her right thigh, running his hands along her ribs, up to her chest, where he began to caress her breasts. They were so soft yet firm, at the peak of their shape. She writhed in pleasure, finally getting what she earned over the last two nights. He ran a finger down to the top, before running it around and down between her left leg and her lips, noting how smooth it was, how cleanly shaven. His thumb and forefinger repeatedly traced around the outside of the lips, coming so close, yet never touching. Her pussy was wet now, and Blake wanted her badly. But she had gone to great lengths to please him so far. She deserved more. He kissed and ran his tongue over nearly every inch of Sammi's front between her naval and her knees. Blake finally rubbed Sammi's clit, and he felt her react. She was on the verge of her first orgasm before Blake even made direct contact. If teasing could nearly cause her to climax... The Perfect 10 He kissed her pussy softly, sucking her clit, before moving a little lower. He ran his tongue up and down, in and out of her, patiently awaiting the time when she would invite him in. Sammi placed her hands on Blake's head, ruffling his hair, crying out in pleasure. She could feel his finger now, in her, rubbing, stroking. Just when she thought she was at the top of oral pleasure, he found her G-spot. She felt a huge rise in pleasure, and a wave of warmth washed over her. "Oohhh, my god don't stop! I think I just climaxed!" she screamed. His tongue and finger dug deeper, while his lips, still locked with hers, continued to suck on her pussy. His thumb rubbed her clit while his free hand was between his own legs, slowly stroking, to keep his cock at the level of incredible hardness she had brought him to. "I need you in me Blake," she moaned softly. As he rose, an anticipating grin on his face, she softly played with herself. He stood, and rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit. They both felt a great deal of pleasure, and both were awaiting the other's body. Blake licked a finger, and rubbed her pussy. He felt the soft, tight lips, so warm, so wet. He placed the head of his cock between her lips, and slowly pushed forward. As he enter, he could feel her forming a seal with her pussy. It was so tight, so unbelievably tight, that he knew she had to be a virgin. As he pressed, she could feel it, creeping into her, and already the pleasure started again. Half way in, he stopped and slowly receded. Then after a moment of pulling back, he began the movement inward again. Once it was all the way in, Sammi moaned. "It's so big, I'm not sure I can handle it," she said, panting, exhausted by her first orgasm. "Just relax. You managed to get this thing down your throat, this will be nothing by comparison." He began to move in and out, slowly at first so Sammi could get a feel for his cock. But as her rhythmic moans began to fade away, he drove faster, harder. Now he could really feel the pleasure within him well up. After a minute of this tempo, Blake began to pump her, almost as fast as his body would permit. She screamed, two fingers working her clit. He grunted, a sharp and brief grunt, and she wrapped her free hand around the back of his neck. "Keep it coming, make me feel another orgasm. Please, I've never felt anything like this before. Fuck me, fuck me harder. Don't stop. Oohhh..." she slipped into silence, the only sound her heavy breathing and the stacatto gasps that accompanied his thrusts. Her eyes eased shut, and her grip on his neck tightened. Her mouth slowly fell open, and Blake quickened his pace slightly. Each thrust produced a greater level of pleasure for them both, and Sammi's gasps grew louder every few jabs. Blake grabbed one of her breasts and played with it the way he fantasized about large breasts since his teen years. His hand quickly moved from her breast to her buttock, which he gripped tight, and pulled her toward him with every thrust. After only a few more moments of this, Sammi cried out again. Blake stopped, and soon rolled her onto her stomach. She pushed her ass into the air, and he grabbed her, using her thick cheeks for leverage. He soon relinquished his hold on her rear, and she took the time to try something. With every backwards movement, Sammi, would pull herself forward, and raise her rear even more, and with every thrust she would drive herself back to him, bringing herself back down onto his cock. This continued for a few minutes, when he stood, helping her unsteady, gorgeous body to stand. Sammi stood next to a wall, her butt pushed out, her hands against the wall to brace her. Blake approached, and slapped her rear, and it was her turn to be impatient. "Just slide in and screw me! I want your eight inches inside me. I want to be one with you. Fuck me, again! I need your cock." Needing no further encouragement, Blake pushed in, feeling her pussy form a tight fit once more. He drove his cock in and out, so hard and fast that every other thrust was accompanied by an "umph" from Sammi, and every other other partial withdrawal was met by an "oh" or a sharp inhaling gasp. Sammi had to use all her available arm strength to brace herself against the wall from Blake's gargantuan thrusts. Blake soon stopped to turn Sammi around, this time lifting one of her legs slightly with one hand, grasping her breasts with the other. Sammi once again used her hands for bracing herself against the wall, occasionally rubbing her clit with two to three fingers. Blake pounded for a while, Sammi's pussy receiving his cock, and Sammi experienced her third orgasm. But all the vigorous sex had taken its toll on Blake. He couldn't hold any longer. Sammi's tight young pussy, already excellent, was enhanced by her strong kegel muscles, which stayed contracted almost non-stop since Blake first penetrated. "Ohh god, I feel it coming. Quick, get on your knees." Sammi quickly intercepted his cock in her hands, and began to stroke. She opened her mouth, preparing for the rush of Blake's cum. She was once disgusted by the thought of a facial, but since she had begun to have sex with Blake, she had quickly changed her mind. Besides, he gave her three orgasms. She had heard that most men barely even make it to one, if at all. She was going to make him remember this night forever. "Oh, here it is..." he started to say, but Sammi stuffed Blake's cock down her throat, and the cum rushed down her throat. "Oh man, I've never seen anything like that before," Blake started. Sammi held up a finger, signaling that she was not done. She licked his cock, and began to stroke it, hard and fast, and Blake was soon hard again. She licked his sack briefly, and then began to tickle the head of his cock with her tongue. Just as he felt himself coming to again under her furious tugs, she opened her mouth, brushed aside the hair that had fallen in her face during intercourse, and sunk a little lower. As Blake grunted once more, a stream of white fluid crashed into Sammi's face, some getting in her mouth, some landing strewn across her face. Blake continued to go for about 10 seconds before Sammi sucked him dry. They both flopped back on the bed, exhausted from an hour and a half of intense sex. Neither had ever been laid that thoroughly; Sammi was a virgin until then, and Blake had never picked up the classiest girls. Both lay there content, Blake nodding off to a comfortable sleep, while Sammi lay next to him, head and a hand on his chest, not far behind. ~~Up4Cyber The Perfect Affair The wedding party retired to the ballroom and I followed with them. I was not acquainted with the other guests, but soon I became friendly with a striking French woman seated to my left at dinner. Mid-thirties, refined, warm and engaging, she was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and we were soon talking like old friends. Her glossy black mane was scraped back and gathered in a plait, her skin clear and faultless. She had the most amazing green eyes and cheekbones like razors. Her thin lips pouted as she listened to me, her gaze never faltering from my eyes. Beneath her black halterneck she had full, firm breasts, no brassiere, and limbs that were lithe and elegant. Her beauty upstaged that of the bride, and I felt flattered that she gave all her attention to me. She could have chosen anyone to be her partner for the night. Men were clamoring to make her acquaintance, and their women were envious. But she paid them no heed. It was my company she sought. She told me her name was Marie-Therese. At night she worked as a dancer in gentleman's clubs around Paris, and by day she was an aspiring actress who studied her art at a school for such talents. Marie-Therese was also a painter, sculptor, and most of all, a lover. Throughout the meal and after at a secluded table in an alcove away from the main party, she astounded me with stories of love and affairs, of a life fully lived. Some were scandalous, taboo, others tender and divine. She loved women with the same passion as she loved her men. I was not shocked at the stories she told, only jealous that Marie-Therese had known so much passion in her life. I soon realized this woman was all that I was not, yet all that I wanted to be. Throughout the night we talked and laughed, and I did not mind when later as the night wound down I felt her hand touch my thigh. It lingered there, soft and inviting, her fingers crawling light upon my skin. I was speechless yet pleading inside, my eyes locked to hers as her hand aroused my flesh. A whisper of a sigh floated from my lips, cherry red and open. Marie-Therese gauged my reaction, read the movements of my body. The light ripples of the flesh, the labored breathing, the dreamy, far away expression spoke more than words were able. As if drugged I remained unmoving as her hand stroked the high inside of my thigh, caressing my flesh and whispering to me in her native tongue that was sexy and arousing. My legs parted of there own accord. Beneath the table Marie-Therese touched my panties, pressing the fabric against my sex. I became wet instantly. The eroticism of that moment lingered and I shuddered then as a stray finger found my sensitive bud and rotated slowly against it. Marie-Therese leaned into me and softly kissed my neck as she worked me into ecstasy. I offered no resistance, for I was in heaven. She continued to stroke my panties as people walked by unaware of the foreplay beneath the table. I took hold of her wrist and offered her fingers to my aching sex. Her hand slipped inside my panties, and I fought to control my passions as she teased my lips with tender caresses. I moaned again as the tip of a finger brushed my clit, then with a push entered my body. Marie-Therese slowly worked it in with leisurely circular movements of the wrist, as if she were pushing her finger into a ripe apricot. She slid in easy, and then her finger was inside me to the knuckle. I moaned loudly, not caring who heard, and my head fell against Marie-Therese's shoulder. My face became warm and flushed as she teased her finger within my sex. As she pleasured me the party continued around us but I was oblivious to everything. I wanted nothing more than to climax from Marie-Therese's caresses, and I rocked gently in my seat to communicate my desire. There became clarity in my anguished moans as I felt the stirrings of an orgasm, and Marie-Therese quickened her attentions. But just as I was about to come, just as I was going to explode with desire surrounded by hundreds of people there happened the worst thing that could have befell us. The lights went up. The party was drawing to an end and so was my delight. Marie-Therese withdrew her hand from my panties and picked up her glass of wine, acting naturally as if nothing had occurred. Then she made an 'O' shape with her painted lips and sucked my moisture from her finger. I composed myself as best I could but I trembled as I took a sip from my wineglass. My throat was dry, my eyes glazed and dreamy. The redness of my cheeks would have revealed the truth of our liaison had anyone read my anguished features. Under the cruel light there was no awkwardness between Marie-Therese and I, but a sideways glanced revealed my desire to continue these pleasures elsewhere. Marie-Therese, experienced and sensual, already knew this and leaned into me again. She placed her mouth to my ear and whispered softly an invitation nobody could refuse. I nodded my consent, and accepted the offer to spend the night with her. We left our table and hurried to the elevator that would take us to her room and to heaven. The ride was unbearable, as we were not alone. The tension between Marie-Therese and I was tangible. As the elevator ascended my heart beat wildly, and when Marie-Therese brushed my hand with hers my knees became weak and I blushed indiscreetly. A number in the group must have known our intentions, for they turned and looked at us in disgust. But neither of us cared. When the elevator stopped at our level, Marie-Therese and I pushed our way through to much indignation from the assembly and hurried to her door. She fumbled for the key and I could barely contain myself as my French goddess pushed open the door and we tumbled inside. The moment the door was closed Marie-Therese was upon me. She pressed her lips to mine and we kissed passionately. I moaned softly, her body warm upon my own, and we staggered to her room kissing and tonguing all the while until at last we tumbled onto the bed. Our hands were everywhere as we rolled on the soft mattress and tore off our clothing, making our bodies naked and open for love. We caressed one another in those places women desire to be touched, ravaging thighs, breasts, buttocks, placing intimate kisses on stomachs, flanks and groins. We were hot and wanting of each other's passion, a writhing mass of naked flesh touching, caressing, and arousing. Tongues explored then where hands had been, every inch of flesh on our yielding bodies showered with kisses, our bodies ripe, glistening, I wet with a snail trail of saliva across my belly and thighs. I lay back on the mattress as my lover knelt between my open thighs and kissed my sex with her hot tongue. My heartbeat quickened and I moaned encouragingly for Marie-Therese to take me. She probed my flower with the intimacy only another woman could give and my body yielded to her caresses. My honey flowed gently as Marie-Therese tongued my passage and aroused me to new heights of sexual ecstasy. I responded energetically to her lovemaking and with my thighs encroached her shoulders in a vice-like grip, then took hold of her scalp and kept Marie-Therese's head forcibly between my parted thighs. My moans were as fluid as the honey that Marie-Therese tasted at the mouth of my sex. As I panted in ecstasy with this beautiful woman making love to me, I felt fingers slide into my body and her tongue flicker at the tip of my sex. Marie-Therese pleasured me endlessly. Within minutes I was thrusting my groin against her fingers, bed sheets screwed tightly in my hands and I moaned incoherently for Marie-Therese to finish me off. Then came the most intense orgasm I had ever enjoyed. I cried out in delirious gratification as I climaxed, my young body writhing and squirming in sexual rhapsody. Marie-Thereses's hand was a blur between my thighs and in a moment I was fulfilled. The instant I had come I pulled Marie-Therese on top of me and kissed her in gratitude as much as in lust. Then I lay her down on her back and straddled her gorgeous statuesque body. I kissed her again, holding her head in my hands as I traced the sensuous curve of her lips with my tongue, my long blonde hair caressing her delicate shoulders Her neck I then showered with little kisses like a necklace upon her throat. I moved my kisses downward, punishing her breasts, stomach and thighs with my mouth, my tongue between her thighs almost killing her with pleasure. Marie-Therese moaned softly at first, then louder like a woman possessed with ecstasy. Her moans were pleading with me to finish her off as I licked the insides of her thighs but brushed only soft lashes against her glistening sex. It was unbearable. My tongue teased, coaxed, seduced, then opened her sex to my call until she could hold back no more. I buried my face between her thighs, mouthing her sex as I sprawled my arms across her body and caressed her magnificent breasts until she cried out my name deliriously and endured her little death. Marie-Therese came like no other woman I had known. She was passionate, energized, lusty, each reserve of pleasure satisfied by her appetite for love-making. In the throes of orgasm she screamed aggressively in her native tongue, her body writhing, bucking, feeding off my tongue buried within her copious sex. I lay down beside her when the climax had passed, embracing her sexy body, but Marie-Therese was not satisfied. She moved my hand down between her thighs and directed my fingers into her sex. She gasped, I cradled her in my free arm and kissed her pretty breasts as I fingered her to another orgasm. My thumb rubbed her clit as my fingers slid in and out of her body so fast that it hurt my wrist, her womanly hips thrusting against my hand, her toned stomach rippling. Our bodies were hot and glistening with sweat as I took her to heaven, Marie-Therese whimpering with the intensity of the pleasure as at last she came, my name echoing around the room in the heights of her ecstasy. "Jane, Jane, oh Jane, oui, oui..." She pulled me close and hugged me tight until had orgasm had subsided. We were glued together with perspiration. My hair was in her mouth, our faces were hot and flushed and the heat of our bodies almost to much to bear. We lay panting and sweaty on the bed, our desires appeased, our lust absorbed from one to another . Embracing fully we kissed awhile, our hands lightly stroking face and breasts as we recovered from the intense euphoria of pleasure we had betrothed. Then I spoke softly into her ear, barely a whisper above the heavy breathing that sound tracked the rise and fall our chests. "Mare-Therese, you are exceptional. That felt so good." She brushed the hair away from my eyes and smiled, her face animated and cool in the thin half-light of the room. Then she said "What we have experienced is love like no other. The perfect affair." She explained that tomorrow she would return to her life in Paris and I to mine and we would never see each other again. Then we would never grow old. In remembrance of this night, we would always be beautiful, young and passionate. What we had was a love without fear, without pain, heartbreak or resentment. We would never fight, never cheat, never fall out of lust, nor would the age gap between us become a cross on which our love would die. There was no guilt, no silences, no remorse. No painful good-byes. We had enjoyed the perfect affair, and only passion, lust, desire and intimacy were emotions felt in our one night together. The perfect affair might come only once in a lifetime and for Marie-Therese and I this was it. We made love throughout the night, and in the morning I left while she slept and never saw her again. The Perfect Affair The perfect affair only lasted four months. While it lasted, it was fantastic. I was on a temporary assignment in a place I had been before. I had flirted with this woman before and on a night out had even kissed her a little. That was a previous trip to this particular place. I was now back and had hoped things would progress farther than they had. We were both married and both in love with our spouses. Sex between my wife and I was non-existent, and had apparently slowed down more than she liked in her marriage. I was set up in a fully furnished apartment. The first time she came over was very nerve wracking for both of us. We were both middle aged and while she was concerned about having had a few children, I was concerned about performance since it had been over a year and a half since I last had sex. Both of our fears were completely unfounded! She had by far the sexiest body of any woman I had ever been with, even as she was in her late forties. She had an unbelievable body! She assured me my fears were unfounded. Where I was worried about prematurely ejaculating, I didn't, and even managed to hold off until she had her orgasm. Having had some incredible sex, I was hoping to sleep well that night. Unfortunately I didn't sleep at all for feeling guilty. I've know this woman for over two years and have always found her very sexy, and incredibly appealing. As self-serving as it may sound, I began to rationalize my infidelity to not having sex with my wife. Besides, at the outset my lover and I decided this was going to be nothing more than sex only. At first, the visits to the apartment were a little infrequent, for fear of being caught, and a work schedule that was not conducive for getting together. Every time we got together was incredible. Having sex on a somewhat normal schedule made me feel alive again. Also, exploring her body was beyond explanation. We both felt so comfortable with the other person, it made the sex incredible. We would have fantastic orgasms, and sometimes she would have more than one. More than once, we would be so in tune with each other that we would orgasm simultaneously. I have no idea how many times we actually got together. There were times when we did get together there was no sex, but it didn't mean I enjoyed those visits any less than those where we did have sex. Any time we spent together was awesome. Not that she ever asked to be, but I did my level best to spoil her every chance I could. I knew money was tight at her house and I wanted to make my place an oasis for her, and money wasn't an issue for me. When I knew she would be coming over, I would have a nice expensive bottle of wine waiting. There was also a funded trip to Victoria's Secret, as well as a trip I made to try and find something I thought she would like. Not surprisingly, we both found things we both liked on and off of her. I can't begin to imagine how hard it was for her. I really had nobody to answer to for my time. Phone calls with my wife, were all I had to cover, and missed calls or excuses for not being able to talk were easily passed off. She on the other hand, had a husband and grown child at home. I'm sure it was nerve wracking to say the least to have to leave your lovers apartment and head home like nothing happened. The affair is coming to an end as I have to leave since my contract is up. I have a couple more opportunities to spend time with my lover, and when I think about it coming to an end, it hurts my heart. As much as we agreed it would be a sex only affair, I definitely developed feelings for this woman. I will always be grateful to her for making me feel like a man again. She helped awaken a part of me that was asleep for way too long. For that, and the fact that she was an incredible lover, I will never forget her. I want to thank her for being such a warm, giving, and loving woman. She will always be in my heart. Wherever I go, be it at home or on assignment, every night I will go out, and face whichever direction points me to her. I will blow her a kiss, and wish her sweet dreams and tell her I love you.