She felt so good pressed up against my body. I was kissing her hard, our tongues intertwined, my hands kneading her ***** when a thought struck me. Whats the hurry? Where is the fire? I realized this was happening too fast. I wanted to savor this time together. I didnt want it to be like all my other experiences with men. Fast, hard and ultimately unsatisfying. I pulled away, and her eyes shot open. I could see the worry in her eyes; she must be thinking I want to stop. She tries to speak but I put a finger up to her lips.

Shhh I say trying to calm her fears. I just want to go slow, enjoy this and make it last. A smile graces her beautiful face and her eyes light up too. She takes my hands and walks me to the bed and asks me to sit down and relax. Bette stays standing and the look on her face is pure mischievousness. She backs away a bit so I have a full view of her and she slowly starts to unbutton her shirt. Oh my God, she is going to do a striptease for me. No one has ever done this for me before. A wave of hot desire washes over me. I take in her long slender fingers as they roll over each button, while a bit of skin is exposed as her hands trail downward.
I get my first glimpse of her mocha skin, which is accented by the simple lace bra she has on. My heart is beating so fast, my breathing shallow as I long to put my fingers where hers just were. In time I tell myself, in time. Next her hands are on the band of her pants and she quickly undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. She lets go and her pants fall easily to the floor, revealing her taut stomach and long shapely legs. I want to feel those legs around me, pressing into me as I bring her to an *****. I take a deep breath to remind myself I want this to be slow. Its turning out to be slow all right; a slow torture for me. I notice she has stopped. She is looking at me taking in my reaction to the sight of her body. Our eyes lock and she reaches up to finally take off her shirt and reach behind herself to unclasp her bra. She doesnt remove the bra and I find that so damn *****, letting my imagination work for a second, picturing her areolas, and thinking about what Im going to do to them. She does however reach down and remove her panties, again simple lace, with a small bow in the front. She is my present, yes indeed. My head is spinning as I take in her brown curls and smell her excitement for the first time. Is that wetness I see on her thighs? My God it is. I feel like a hammer has struck my head as the realization that she is wet for me dawns. I panic for a second, this is all too much for me to grasp. Remember, Im a straight girl. What the ***** have I gotten myself into? How am I going to please her? I remember her words from the taxi ride and try to calm myself. She didnt lie when she said she was ready to explode, the evidence now glistening before me. I know what I would want done to me and thats what I will do to her. I rise up from the bed and take two small steps to stand before her. I place my hands along the side of her face and slowly trace downward. Letting my fingers explore every inch of that beautiful face. I whisper softly to her as I explore, my lips following wherever my fingers go, leaving a trail of warm kisses in their wake.