Unexpected encounter, Part 1: Kindred spirits

Although I could have moved, or perhaps should have moved. I stayed where I was, still giving her space by keeping my eyes averted. She lay still in her awkward pose, she looked to be deep in thought.

As I prepared to get off the bed, still protecting my modesty, more for her benefit than mine. The moment I actually moved I felt her hand touch to my arm. My eyes turned to her and we looked at each other for a moment. Before I could gather my thoughts, Louisa made a dive across the bed and kissed me clumsily on the mouth. Almost like our very first kiss.

Tonight had more twists and turns than the whole of any relationship I had ever had. But around her, even a bad twists didn’t seem to be all that bad.
‘I can’t believe I’m about to do this!’ she said aloud.

‘Do what?’ I don’t think I managed to actually say those two words aloud, only to think them.

‘You’re right,’ she began, ‘I do like you, and that should be the only thing that matters. I want it to be like that. And you’re right about that we might not meet again. I might have regrets about what we’re about to do, but I know I’ll have more regrets if we don’t.’
Before I could reply she kissed me again, this time more passionately. Her tongue reached in to touch mine, but it was her lips that did most of the work. Just as quickly as she kissed me, she pushed her body off me and rolled onto the side of the bed. It took me a couple of heartbeats to realize she was removing her final piece of clothing.

Another couple of heartbeats later I realized I would have to do the same. Flicking my own body back down the bed so that I could remove my boxers. My body had turned away and for a moment I lost sight of her. I didn’t even feel the bed move behind my back, but when I turned back, she was already laying on the bed beside me. I'd half expected this to be some sort weird dream, and that when I’d look across I’d see nothing but an empty bed. But Louisa was there.

She was unashamed of her figure and rightly so. I looked all the way down her body to see a stripe of hair that was a little darker than her sandy blond. It was neither short stubble nor a bush. Either side of her landing strip was perfectly shaven, or waxed, or something. It was just as immaculate as the rest of her milky skin. Louisa's eyes looked down my body. She found me to be trimmed and it seemed to please her. But maybe it wasn’t the hair that mattered to her.

She touched my body, rubbing her hands over my hips and down my thighs. The gentle stimulation aroused me once again. As she explored my body, I allowed myself to touch hers as well. The caressing of each other’s skin was just as arousing as the touching of our intimate parts would be.

Touching her breasts, I could almost feel the beating of her heart, and as her hand worked up my cock she could tell the rhythm of my pulse. The slow stroke of her hand drew the skin down towards my balls and then all the way back up to my tip. She knew how to manipulate me to make me harder still.

Tingles began to run through my body, and with those vibrations came a desire. Gently leaning my body to push her onto the bed I slid myself downwards, I began to give my attention to her ample breasts. I kissed them ever so gently, planting my lips on the body of her breasts, working my way in towards her areolas covered with numerous tiny bumps.

With my tongue I explored them. Using the rough of my tongue to rasp them before flicking the tip of my tongue to sooth them with its soft underside. I had never paid this much attention to the breasts of anyone else I had been with, but Louisa’s were so big compared to any of them and they actually responded to my stimulation. When it came to her nipples, I kissed them so gently, and gave a tiniest suck that was little more than what a peck on the cheek would be.
…At first.

As I sucked on her nipples, they hardened and lengthened. My cock was undergoing a similar experience as she continued to work. As if daring each other, the more I sucked on her, the harder she tugged on my member, and the more I sucked again.
Our bodies continued in this way until we spoke to each other with our eyes. Once again, it was her who to took the lead. Letting go of my cock, she supported herself by placing her hands on my chest. With the gentlest of contact, she guided my position so I was laying totally on my back in the middle of the king size bed. My head slipped in between the two pillows and almost locked me in place as I looked up at her.

Once again she climbed up on top of me, but this time there was no clothing to come between us. Without using her hands, she expertly positioned her body and prodded her warm pussy onto my cock. Normally this would have seemed clumsy, but she knew what she was doing. Teasing me as she worked ever closer to my cock. I could feel her warmth getting ever closer to me until finally her moistness found me and with a slow push she slid herself down onto me as far as she could go.

The slow, deep push, let me feel every inch of her softness as she pushed me inside. Before she withdrew the first time, her muscles worked around my shaft, exploring it. This was another feeling that was new to me. There was so much more to making love than what I’d experienced before and Louisa was the perfect teacher, as patient as she was amazing.

Although our bodies twisted and writhed in a slow, rhythmic flow, we never separated our bodies until after the moment of my eruption. It pumped deep into, after the first explosion the rest of me then emptied into her with the same beating of my heart, slow and strong. I could feel it’s hotness and by her reaction she could feel it as well.

Once the pumping had stopped she used the muscles of her pussy to milk the rest from my cock. Her head and body arched back before letting out a couple of deep breaths, she let out a soft groan as her body collapsed onto me. Louisa's head half rested on the pillow and her face touched against mine, her lips awkwardly pursed kisses towards. Even though our faces were sort of in the wrong positions she continued to try. When she finally stopped I could hear and almost feel her breaths exit her in shallow panting. The exhaustion on both sides was as much emotional as physical.

After the moment of our climax had passed and our bodies finally separated, I didn’t want to move away from her, I just wanted to stay.