A night half remembered

We just lay there kissing for a while. We talked quietly, laughed and kissed again. Sometimes there were voices from people in the street, but it was quiet most of the time. When a car turned off the High Street into our road it made a band of light sweep across the ceiling like a lighthouse beam, and we smiled at each other. The rest of the time the room was rather dark, with just enough light from the lamp on the street corner for us to see dimly. I had earlier had to help him undo my bra. He had grinned as he took his jeans off, unbuckling the leather belt. Oh God, would he?

My head was resting on his left arm, and he stroked my face and my hair with his right hand. He seemed to like my hair. I leaned over him, kissed his ear and bit the lobe gently. He chuckled and tweaked my nose, then his hand cupped and held one of my boobs. It felt good when he pulled the nipple gently, before moving down to kiss my right nipple. Then he opened his mouth wide and sucked in my right boob, while pulling on the left nipple with his hand. She was responding, wet down there.

He moved across me to kiss and suck my left boob, moving his hand down my belly to play with her curly hair, before moving on again to stroke my thighs. He put his hand between them and pushed, so I spread them and he stroked the inside of my thighs. He lifted up my left knee, lightly stroking, before moving up to tickle that warm smooth place between her and my arsehole. It felt lovely and all the while he still kissed my hard nipples and sucked my boobs. That really began to wake her up, her lips swelling and moist. She had always had a good appetite. She was always pleased to get a finger, or one of those plastic things. A couple of times I gave her a candle but I was clumsy and it bent and broke before she was satisfied. What she really likes is that man-thing. It doesn't have to be big - just firm. Really firm. She was hungry for one.

I took his head in both hands and pulled him back up until our faces met, then kissed him hard, open mouthed, pushing my tongue into his warm mouth. I felt his man-thing jerk up against my thigh and he returned a strong French kiss. He had a good man-thing. It was already big when he pulled his jeans off, and he was laughing as I eased his Y-front underpants forward and down over his hard stand. Now I wanted to reach down and fondle it, rub and kiss it - but it was my first time with him. Some blokes get bothered and back off if I take the initiative, so I just put my arms around him and let him do whatever he wanted. It was all pleasure to me.

The finger that had tickled my perineum moved to her lips, slipped in and caressed inside her. Lady Clit came out to be stroked before the finger moved deeper. I was drifting off into fairyland, beginning to fantasize. There were voices and laughter, perhaps from people in the street. Somewhere a woman's voice was saying: "Fuck me! Fuck me! I want your prick ... I want your cock." I suppose that was my voice. I remember him pushing me onto my back and climbing between my thighs. Something pressed against her lips and began to slide in. It wasn't a finger. I spread my legs and pulled my knees up, to let it go deeper. I remember noises in the darkness. A woman was calling out - was it someone in the street outside? No, I think it was me. I also remember that sucking, slurping noise that two sweating bellies make when they pull apart, press together, and part again ... and again ... and again.

A night to remember? She felt just a bit bruised next day, but a pleasant reminder of pleasure. Well satisfied - for the time being! Oh yes! A very good night to remember. I wish I could remember it all.