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nJoy Joy They had connected on an on an Internet-based adult dating site. He had carefully arranged to meet her for the first time in a safe way. They went to a musical together, having supper first. At the end of the evening, e had kissed her gently on the lips as he said goodbye to her outside her apartment building. Everything he had done and said on that first traditional date had reassured her. He was not what she was looking for physically, a bear of a man rather than a Hollywood buff one. But he was thoughtful, in reasonable shape, and very considerate. She had agreed to see him again. They had gone walking by the lake, and had talked about their families, their jobs, a shared interest in photography and their lack of optimism of about the current slate of politicians in power. At one point, they had sat for a while on a bench, on a short point jutting out into the lake. It had been a warm summer day, with a light breeze coming off the lake keeping it from being unbearably hot. No one was around them. He had looked into her eyes for a few seconds, and said “just say no and I won’t kiss you”. She had said nothing. He had reached over and put his lips on hers, and what started as soft sharing of lips touching had rapidly moved on to opening mouths and entwining tongues. They had necked there on that public bench, something she had not done since her teenage years. He had pulled back from her when some people appeared in the distance. Sitting there quietly beside him as the people passed behind them, she had been aware of a sudden surge of physical need for him. When he had dropped her off at her apartment building that afternoon, he had taken her in his arms and kissed her again gently. Then he had pulled back from her and said fiercely “The next time, I hope we don’t get interrupted”, and smiled. Alone in her apartment, she had tingled with anticipation at the thought of spending time with him sexually. And so things that moved on. The next time they went out, she had invited him to the apartment at the end of the evening. He had spent the night. It had been a time of slow. long kisses, soft body exploration, deep foreplay involving fingers and lips, both upper and lower, and finally release. She had curled up against him after her orgasm, and fallen asleep. In the morning, he had scrambled away early, after kissing her gently, saying he had to go home and change for a meeting he had that morning. They continued to date for several weeks. Not all of their dates had led to sex, but the ones that did became progressively more satisfying. They had learned each other’s bodies and touch points. He had touched her as much with his voice and his sensitivity to her feelings as he had with his hands and his tongue. He had encouraged her to express herself vocally during sex, something she had seldom done before. She had found that it intensified her feelings. He had asked her what worked and what did not, as they varied the ways in which they touched and came together. Talking to one another about sex, both during and afterward, became a normal part of her relationship with him, something they did as naturally as talk about the other activities they shared together. Then one day, he asked her to lunch in a way that made it clear that they could not spend the afternoon together. The restaurant he had chosen was quiet, calm without being dark, comforting in both the quality of its service and its food. Over lunch, he told her that his feelings for her were moving beyond affection. He wanted to spend more time with her, and explore their relationship in deeper ways. He realized that involved a level of commitment. He was willing to make it. But he had added that for him that also meant moving beyond their current ways of relating sexually. He knew that this would involve starting down a path that was different from anything she had experienced before when relating emotionally and physical to another person .When she asked him what that meant, he had given her two brochures and a book. One brochure described nJjoy’s line of stainless steel toys. The other was an invitation to a 10-week program on Tantric sex for couples. The book was a copy of Betony Vernon’s “The Boutique Bible”. He had asked to read them and to think about whether or not she could see herself exploring these things with him. She agreed to read the book, and not get together with him again until she had done so. She was unsure about all of this. What he wanted was beyond her experience. She had never played with toys, and wondered what they contributed. She had always thought sex happened naturally, spontaneously. But now this man who wanted to keep in her life was telling her that it took practice and learning and planning. It felt more like work that spontaneity. But she had not wanted to lose him. She agreed to try things, as long as they could go slow, and not overwhelm her. And so now here they were on a Friday night, at his house for the first time, planning to spend the entire weekend together. He told her that it would a weekend of making good food together, sharing a little good wine, watching movies they both loved, and beginning to explore the boundaries of sex toys. She was willing to place herself in his hands, both literally and emotionally, at least for this weekend. He would lead, she would follow. On Friday night, they had pepped and cooked a vegetable stir fry together, laughing and kidding each other at their food prep peculiarities. It was the first time they had cooked together. They took the wok, plates, utensils, opened wine and glasses in with them into the living room. They ate as they had watched the English dubbed version of “Mostly Martha”, a film that they both had watched alone and now wanted to watch together. Then they had gone to bed. In many ways, the sex they had shared that Friday night was no different from the sexual contact they had had before – slow kissing and extended touch in which he led and she followed – culminating in a coming together of penis and vagina which had led to mutual orgasm, followed by sleep. When she woke up on Saturday morning, he was not beside her in bed. She heard the shower running. She got up and went to join him. He welcomed her into the warm water, and proceeded to wash her - soaping her entire body, and then shampooing and conditioning her hair. Afterwards, they dried each other off, laughing and alternating soft touches with rougher toweling. She gave as good as she got. When they were dry, he handed her the silk gown she had brought with her, which she had left hanging on the inside of his bathroom door. He wrapped a dry towel around his waist and asked “hungry- in which case I will make us breakfast, or do you want to play first and then go out for lunch?” He took her in his arms, looking down at her face carefully. What happened next was up to her. “And if I choose play first?” “I have set up the guest bedroom as our weekend play room. We go there and talk and explore.” She put her head down against his chest, breathing in and out in the controlled way she used to release tension – tension that has rippled up through her at his words. After several slow breaths, she turned her head up, reached up and breathed the words “Play room” into his mouth as she kissed him. Taking her hand, he led her down the hall. When she walked in into the guest bedroom, she saw that he had set it up for them. He had pulled the upper sheets and blankets down off the queen size bed. They had been folded and placed on a small table that stood against the far wall. There were a number of soft towels, as well as paper towels and a box of hand wipes beside them. As well, there were a number of bottles of what seemed to be massage oils and creams. There was a chest at the foot of the bed covered by a soft white towel. Laying on it, she recognized a number of nJoy’s stainless steel toys from the brochure he had given her to read. Beside a cabinet in the far corner of the room, a small space heater purred quietly. The air in the room was warm on her skin. She would be comfortable here for a long time in the nude, a fact that she appreciated since cold deeply distracted her. He guided her to the bed. She sat her down and waited for him to make the next move. “Give me a minute to put some music on as background.” He opened the cabinet doors and started the CD player in it. Soft, gentle piano jazz slipped out of the room’s corner speakers, creating a background which did not intrude. As he did so, she slid off her robe, and scooted down the bed to look more closely at the nJoy toys. He handed her one. “They called this the Pure Wand. See how its finish is almost silky, it has been polished so well.” She ran the fingers of one hand along the large bulb at one end as she held it in other hand. “Why is it curved? I thought dildos were straight and plastic. Does not the steel make it too cool? “Easy to clean and sterilize. You can just put it in the dish washer afterwards, or wash it with rubbing alcohol. And it is curved so that it is easy to stroke your G-spot with either small or larger bulb at each end. Did you read about the G-spot, that lovely source of female delight in Vernon’s book?” “Yes, and I got curious enough to explore inside myself with my fingers when I masturbated this week. It is definitely there, and it really does pack a punch for me. Thanks for the introduction.” He handled her another of the toys. “This is called the Fun Wand. It is kind of a favorite of mine.” “Why, how do you use them on yourself? Oh, you must put it in …. “. She giggled. “Yes, the three balls on this end certainly do the job for me when I put it in my butt when I masturbate. I have tried all of these on myself, except for this large one there. I wanted a sense of what they feel like and how they move so that I know better how to use them on you.” She put the second toy down on the bed beside the first at her side, and reached over and picked up largest one- all eleven inches of it. “Its heavy. And wow, it has got to be too big to go, well you know …”, she sputtered. “Yes, I don’t even want to think about putting it in my butt. And it is heavy. But I suspect that under the right circumstances, when you are true and properly aroused, you will find this a very satisfying stretch which fills you up in ways that I never could.” She shrugged, saying “I am not in a hurry to try”. She picked it up and passed it from hand to hand, running her fingers over it. “So smooth and so heavy, so much more than your cock which seems to do everything I need. I might be prepared to play with the first two. But this hunk of metal does not seem like a toy to me, more like a weapon really”. She pointed to the last two smaller plug like toys, each of which had a curved closed handle at one end. “Why two butt plugs when people have only one butt?” “But there are two of us, the larger one sized for me and the smaller one sized for you. When I put it in when I masturbate, it massages my prostate, which is really quite the thing.” “I am not so sure that I want even that little one in me. But maybe I will change my mind after I see you with yours.” She grinned. “Are you going to teach me how to stick it in your butt?” “As you wish, as long as you use the lube in the bottle on the other table over there”, he smiled and pointed to one of the bottles on the table with the sheets and towels. “Enough talk, onto to action. Lets start with a massage. I give, you receive. I am going to spread two of the bath towels out on the bed, so that the massage oil does not get into the sheets. Once I have done that, lay down on them on your stomach please, since you have already done me the favor of removing your robe. I do like looking at you.” She reached over and pulled the towel off his waist. “I do too, soft and small or strutting up and erect – well I guess I like at the rest of you too.” He motioned as her to lay down, as his cock started a slow swell in response to her words and leer. She was well aware of how effective his touch on her skin could be. But he had never just massaged her before. He started on her shoulders, and worked down her back, then bum and ten each leg. She let herself drift into the feelings his hands and the oil were producing. He was every bit as skilled as any massage therapist she had ever experienced. He worked quietly, occasionally commenting on knots he found in her muscles. “I am not really going to go deep today. This is all about sensuality – feeling, not massage therapy.” When he got to her feet, he worked each one carefully, stretching the tendons carefully and then each of her toes. “Ok, time to turn over. I stayed sensual on your back. Now I am going to turn up the heat and make this more sexual when I get to your breasts and pussy.” He was ture to this words. His fingers on her nipples tugged and teased and twisted, his touch steadily increasing in intensity as she got more excited. She could feel her body’s inner moisture starting to slip out from between her lower lips, down onto the towels below. When he got to her pussy, he ran a finger up and down over each of her outer lips. She could feel him smile through her closed eyes. He sighed in satisfaction. “Doing the right things for you, I see. Good. If anything I do from now on, bothers you, tell me. But remember this is all about taking you to new places, and please try to ride the newness long enough to give it a chance to turn into pleasure for you.” He worked her outer and inner lower lips carefully, softly, his touch increasing the excitement within her, and with it, the ever increasing flow of her inner fluids out from her core, out over his fingers. His depth of his touch increased and decreased in time to her ever deepening excitement. He was bringing her to higher levels of pleasure and feeling while not letting her spill over into release, something she had learned that he was quite good at in the past weeks. He pressed a finger deep inside into her. She could feel it curling up into the front of her inner passage. Suddenly, she felt him stroke that small patch of rippled inside that she was her G-spot. She arched up her back while she pushed down her pubis, wanting him to touch her more. She almost panicked with he withdrew his finger. But it was replaced by the soft touch of the smooth round ball of the Pure Wand. She let herself slide into its strokes. Steadily, the pressure of her internal excitement build as he moved the round bub over the ripples occurring within her. Finally, she could hold it back no longer, exploding into the first G-spot orgasm of her life. When she came around, he was laying beside her looking down at her as she lay in his arms. “So?” “Different, more intense, - ah, I don’t want to analyse it. It was ah so good.” She smiled at him, and then reached up so that she could kiss him. His mouth opened up under hers, and their tongues connected and started to move, one around the other. As she kissed him, she thought “Goody, this is only the beginning of this weekend. Oh boy.” (For more on the nJoy toys, see http://Local Adult Companion.com) Thanks for visiting Hope that my words Left you with a stirring or a thought or two Leave a comment please even it is only a word or two ... |
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