The First Time – Epilogue

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The First Time – Epilogue

(From a pleasuree to a pleasurer.)

If you haven’t read it yet, you should read ‘The First Time’. After meeting with Eve almost weekly for a few months, my curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to experience sexually pleasuring a woman. Eve enjoyed her role as a pleasurer so much. She didn’t dominate. She didn’t guide. She was there to be used. She had preached from the start, “You have to be honest with yourself first and then open with me. The more you are, the more you will enjoy our time together”.

With her, I had transformed from a woman who made herself sexually available to another hoping for the best to one who orchestrated her sexual pleasures to her fullest satisfaction. It is an orchestration similar to what you observe in a performance of classical ballet.

I had a woman already in mind. She, Jackie, was ~5′ 6″, ~140 lbs, vivacious and in her 60s. I wanted an older woman because she should know what she liked and would enjoy the pleasures I could give her. I learned later that she was in her 70s. That was even better. I saw her often in a thrift store that we frequented. We had what I would refer to as a ‘passing’ acquaintance. When ever we saw one another, we shared ‘pleasantries of the day’. She is married, her husband is retired and her children are married, one living in Michigan and the other in Florida.

I set out to develop our relationship further. I expanded upon our brief exchanges to encompass family and other activities. When I sensed that she looked forward to our chance meetings, I suggested that we meet for lunch. She heartedly welcomed the idea. The following week we met.

A couple of lunch meetings later, our discussion about family grew more personal. Her life, as I expected, was rather routine and sexless. Her husband was attentive but not sexually so. He had difficulty having and maintaining an erection. As she shared with me, her voice became wistful. It was the opening that I was hoping for.

“Do you miss the sex?”, I asked.

“Yes, not the intercourse, but the holding and touching. He would arouse me to the point at which he could readily penetrate me. Once he came, he was done, though. He’d hold me afterwards but would fall off to sleep quickly. When the kids were young, we’d tease one another with touches during the day and finish at night when we went to bed. If I could make him horny enough, he’d go down on me. He knew that I liked it. For the most part, though, I pleasure myself when my needs became too strong.”

I offered a little about my sex life in return. I did hint, though, that I had found a solution Maltepe travesti for an inattentive husband. If she picked up on it, that would be fine. If she didn’t, I’d move on.

When we met for lunch the following week, she was unusually talkative and led the discussion. It wasn’t long before she asked, “Last week, you hinted that you were getting satisfying sex. Could you tell me more?”

I described my experience with Eve. I wanted to get her hooked. I shared with her that the greatest thing that I learned with Eve was that it was up to me to get what I wanted. Once I figured that out, the rest was easy. Eve was always willing to do whatever.

A couple of days later, Jackie called me.

After the exchange of the usual pleasantries, she blurted out, “Do you think Eve would be interested in me? Could you get me a meeting with her?”

“Why don’t you come over for a late breakfast tomorrow and we’ll talk about it.”

Later in the day, I got thinking about what I had come to realize with Eve. I had been taught that sex was a part of love making and copulation and that to pursue it out of that context was wrong. Men inherently find pleasure in copulating but not so for women. We inherently seek out sex for its pleasures alone. Eve gave me the opportunity to explore my sexuality and uncover what I enjoyed. I should do the same with Jackie.

Jackie arrived early. When I let her in, she came forward and hugged me. “thank you”, she said softly in my ear.

Over breakfast, I shared with her the details of my experiences with Eve with emphasis on what I thought might arouse her. Every now and then she’d brush her hand over a breast or in her lap. When we finished breakfast, I suggested that we move to the couch in the living room to finish our coffee.

As soon as we both were seated, she turned to me and asked, “Have you called Eve? What did she say?”

“No, I haven’t. There is something that I want to discuss with you first.”

“Eve enjoys pleasuring me so much that I’m looking for an opportunity to pleasure a woman. I think it is a natural consequence of exploring my sexuality. Eve gave me the opportunity to explore it and to uncover what I enjoyed. Initially, she gave me pleasures and later I guided her in what pleasures I wanted. I became more forward in presenting my body and desires to her. As she had said from the very beginning, ‘You have to be honest with yourself and then open with me. Find out what you want and then tell me.’ Would you be interested in having me pleasure you?”

“Yes”, as she put her hand over mine, “I’ve liked you ever since we Maltepe travestileri first met. I always look forward to our meetings.”

And so it began. Our first few get togethers were about getting to be comfortable with one another in the nude and with the intimate touching. While I was more forward, I was aware that this was my first time as a pleasurer. I was learning too. When we adjourned to the bedroom, I would strip naked while Jackie would strip to her bra and panties. In bed, I would caress her body teasing her, arousing her until she removed her bra and then, a little later, her panties. I would suckle her breasts and finger her bringing her to and keeping her in a climatic state for a few climaxes.

I repeatedly told her, “You have to be honest with yourself and then open with me.” And, “I know what to do and how, I just don’t know when. You have to tell me.” It had become my mantra.

When Jackie came over, we would immediately sit on the couch and get caught up with what the other one was doing. I would guide the conversation to the last time we were intimate and ask her what she liked best about it. I would review in detail what we had done. My objective was to arouse her. It never failed. She would take my hand and bring it to her breast or to her crotch or take it and lead me to my bedroom.

She became more “available” in bed. Suckling her breast and fingering her were soon followed with me going down on her until she climaxed. Soon, she was stripping naked before coming into bed. She was giving her body fully to me. I began to look forward and enjoy having her pussy captured in my mouth.

I “rewarded” her. I felt comfortable pushing her limits, giving her new experiences from which she could determine what she liked.

I urged her to ride my face. I introduced her to a side-by-side, 69 position in which my face is buried in her pussy with her top leg bent high opening up her crotch and wrapped around my head. It is what I call the “fetal lingus position”. We are each comfortable in that position. My head rests on the inside of her thigh. I am able to readily lick her pussy from her vagina to her clit. I can arouse the nerve ending at the entrance to her vagina with the tip of my tongue and suck on her clit and stroke its sides and tip with my tongue. She rests her head on a pillow.

Occasionally, she would fondle my pussy or lean into it to lick it. It wasn’t about giving me pleasure. It was about what she needed. I had done the same with Eve.

While she wasn’t proactive, she did guide me, for example, “stay there”, “keep doing that”, moving my hand travesti Maltepe where she wanted and when, pushing my head away from for clit and bringing it back again, and stroking my head as I licked her.

And then one day it changed.

We were sitting on the couch, talking as usual, when she rose and opened her blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She stood there fondling her breast, pulling on her nipples, watching me. I looked up and smiled at her. She smiled. I nodded acknowledging her honesty. She smiled enjoying showing herself to me. She straddled my legs and sat down on them. She took my hands to her breasts and guided me to play with them. When she was satisfied that I was doing what she wanted, she opened my blouse, reached around and unclasped my bra, and began foundling my breasts as I was fondling hers. We continued chatting.

Every now and then she shared, “I felt that!” She had felt it in her pussy. She was getting wetter.

After sharing it with me a few times more, she stood up, took my hand and led me to my bedroom.

She watched me strip and get onto the bed. Then, she stripped and got onto the bed pushing me onto my back and straddled my stomach. I saw the wetness of her pussy. She took my hands and brought them to her breasts. She placed hers on mine.

We fondled one another’s breasts for a few minutes, a smile filling her face. It was like she was saying, “I’m enjoying this. It makes me happy.”

And then she moved forward until her pussy covered my mouth. I knew what to do and how. She was telling me when. Now!

I lost myself in her pussy.

With her pussy, she played with my mouth and the tip of my nose. When she positioned her vagina over my mouth I excited the nerves surrounding the entrance with my tongue and than lapped up her juices from her vagina to her clit, circling her clit with my tongue. The right side of her clit was especially sensitive. She’d tell me to keep my tongue still and would move her body as she wished. She was taking control of her pleasures.

When she was spent, she lied down on the bed on her side, raised her top leg and directed me to lie down in the fetal lingus position. There I casually played with her pussy. She’d bring her hand down to open her pussy lips wider or to make her clit more prominent. I found her clit, a little white spot, and sucked on it. I brought her into a climatic state and kept her there for several minutes until she pushed my face away.

We’d lie there for a few minute until I moved to lie facing her, side by side. We would just look at each, both smiling widely. It was awesome.

Since then, every meeting is a new adventure. She leads. She ‘s happy. Sometimes she dances to her car afterwards.

For me, to be able to give another so much pleasure is mind boggling. I understood Eve’s motivation. How could I deny Eve so much pleasure? I am a pleasuree and a pleasurer. How nice is that?