Up until that day, I had no idea that a man could actually feel me having an orgasm. I only knew that he was going to ask me afterwards if I came and I would reply "Yes"(because I didn't actually knowhow an orgasm felt like - THAT type of orgasm - there are quite a few types of orgasms - the ones I have felt, but that is a different story). But this time he knew. So he came back from the bathroom, very much alive and he takes me up and leads me to the hallway, but stops me right as I am about to go through the open door, bends me down and takes me from behind. The simple surprise made me wet. His moves were awesome, but something was missing...
"You really don't want to cum for me?" he whispered in my ear.
I told him that I needed a little something on my clit in order to cum. His touches were very arousing, my pussy was completely surrendering to his soft caresses all over the pussy lips: one finger on one lip, touching it very soft, then moving lower and lower until reaching the base of Mount Venus. I could have stayed awake all night long to enjoy that, but it seems like caresses are just like a sleeping pill, especially after sex...so after a while, we kept on talking, he told me he wanted to meet again sometime and then we both fell into the spell of the night...
In the morning, I left him sleeping, got into the shower, got ready and left because I had to go to work. As I was on the road, I kept on listening to a few songs I have heard the previous night and kept reliving those wonderful moments and hoping that next time I will finally get THAT HAPPY ENDING. The artist is the man who has taught me a lot..that is why I kept on seeing him. I had a good feeling about him. And I was not wrong.