Her First Beautiful Orgasm With Me
I have had a strong and insistent daily sex drive since the age of 11, when I first masturbated to orgasm, and that urgent desire has continued to the present, at age 61. However, as I grew up, that sex drive was encased in a studious, somewhat nerdy me who was very shy and unconfident around girls, and who carried a load of guilt about sex from a conservative Christian home.
In my late twenties, totally by chance, I was seated at work in a small office with a truly beautiful woman almost exactly my age. She had huge, dark eyes, short jet black hair, a lovely olive skin tone, and meticulously manicured nails. Although she had a trim, perfect figure and dressed well, she never flaunted her sexuality. Over the next weeks and months, we became friends and then confidants. We were both married, but in both cases, we were not getting what we needed sexually and in some ways emotionally from our spouses.
Both our spouses worked, so one day I invited her to come to my nearby home for lunch, and she accepted. We had fun, and by that time, talked easily. At the end of the lunch, we kissed. Her lips were incredibly sensuous. it was sexually explosive at a level I had never experienced before while kissing. Believe it or not, that kiss was our only intimacy that day. We went back to work!
Several months later, we were both off on a week day, and agreed to play tennis. She came to my home to change into her tennis dress. She looked absolutely gorgeous. It was turquoise, with a short skirt that just hid the turquoise panties underneath and which displayed her legs. I made no move; we left, went to the courts, and played a couple sets, before we returned to my home and sat on the porch talking.
The next minutes are etched in my memory. We went inside, and I sat down on the couch in the living room. She came to me, plopped down right next to me on the couch, and proceeded to tell me about a dream she had had the night before about a young man with hair the color of mine. Even I, with all my years of shyness and hesitance around women, could read that signal. I turned to her and we embraced, kissing deeply. At the same time, I put my hand right down between her legs and rubbed her sex mound through the turquoise panty. It was electric; I was erect in seconds.
After no more than a minute or so, we moved to the bedroom, where she removed the panty before we lay down next to one another. As we kissed and held one another passionately, I began to masturbate her mons, labia, and clitoris with my left hand. The hair on her mound was trimmed, but still covered it with a thatch of tiny jet black kinks that were super erotic. At one point, she reached down, took my hand, and moved it in exactly the motion she desired on her clitoris. I said, 'That's it; show me exactly what you need.' I proceeded to stimulate and fondle her clitoris back and forth just as I now knew excited her the most. In less than five minutes, she came to a shuddering, spasming orgasm with one of my arms around her and the hand of the other stimulating her aroused clitoris. It was a profound moment, and we went on from there, but I will never forget that I gave her the first orgasm with me through masturbation. It felt so intimate that she was comfortable and confident enough to show me quickly and non-verbally how to bring on her climax. I was so thrilled to give her that pleasure. There is nothing more beautiful than being present with a woman as she experiences orgasm, and through the years, I have truly derived as much if not more sexual pleasure from giving rather than receiving it.
We remained friends and off and on lovers when in need for 15 years. I have lost track of her for over a decade now. I am still married to my original wife, and am very thankful that my marriage and sex life with her have improved. She is a good woman. Nevertheless, if I saw my lover again, or if perchance she ever looked at Solo Touch, I would want her to know how profoundly thankful I am to her for some of the most erotic and beautiful moments of my life.