Memory Lane

I found myself at a loss for words, my speech failing as I choked back full sentences and large words at the sight of her. It was to my surprise that it left her laughing, a sweet sound so contradictory. The things she proposed to me that evening made even more believable when she showed up on my doorstep clad in a long coat made of black satin that brought out the most prominent features of her face. Her smooth cappuccino skin, the brilliant red lips accented with a glossy wet sheen, those high cheek bones tinged with the faintest hint of a warm rose blush, and her brilliant honey eyes framed by the most breathtaking black lashes I had ever seen. I felt as though I was in the presence of a goddess as her latex stilettos drew me from my reverie.

“I hope you weren’t assuming I had been joking, Phoebe.” She spoke, her voice soft and silken as it left her two gorgeous lips.

“Not at all, Lisa. Please come in.” I stood aside and allowed her entrance to my New York loft which really wasn’t located in New York at all.

She wasted no time in getting to business, as we spoke no more beyond this point. I watched, transfixed as she slithered out of her coat and deposited it onto my suede settee. Her shoulders flexed as her arms came back to her sides so she could pose seductively for me. I let my eyes graze down her bare backside, trailing her spine down the luscious curve to her rounded posterior. The path my eyes made trailed down her waxed thighs to the tops of her latex stilettos before she cleared her throat and beckoned me to follow her to my bedroom.

We made our way to the master suite, a room vibrant in hues of crimson, to my California King four-post bed made entirely of granite. As I watched her crawl like a kitten into my soft, cushiony bed, I found myself removing the blouse and skirt from earlier that evening followed by the lace bra and panties I wore especially for her. I left my garter and stockings, knowing they alone accentuated my curves. At the ripe age of twenty-seven, I still had that knock-out figure from my days as a cheerleader in college, one that I knew was hard to come by. I used my hips to my advantage as I slinked over to the edge of my bed, finding the utmost satisfaction in the way Lisa’s eyed my breasts and the curves of my thighs.

Her breasts were impressive. Their full natural shape was only accentuated by the deep brown nipples that adorned their peaks. Her flat stomach was long and lean, ending in a shaven V at her thighs. I licked my lips in anticipation for the events that lie ahead. Oh, how I could not wait to taste her as I climbed atop her thighs at the curl of her index finger. Her lips met mine instantly, two slices of heaven stealing the breath from my chest. As she parted her lips, my tongue made its way into her warm cavern to graze her pearly white teeth and tangle with her hot, moist tongue in a sensual duel for dominance.

It was a duel easily won as I thumbed her left nipple teasingly. She gasped into my mouth as I pushed her down. I was in no mood to incorporate foreplay as I had been on edge and wet with lust since she proposed the encounter. My hands paved the trail for my lips as I first toyed with her nipples simultaneously whilst nipping and kissing her long, flawless neck. The soft murmurs I elicited fanned the flame of my desire and I made haste, kissing my way down to her left breast to tease the rich nub I found there. I drew the flesh into my lips, providing gentle suction as I continued to pleasure her right breast with my thumb and forefinger.

Eager to indulge in the paradise nestled between her thighs, I gave a single teasing flick of my tongue to her twin peak before making a wet trail down her flat stomach. I ended my journey at her thighs, the breath hitching in my throat as I gazed upon her lower lips and the pink delight that invited me into its moist deliciousness. I kissed the inside of each thigh tenderly before cautiously dipping my tongue into the wet folds of her womanhood. The taste of her warm juices was that of heaven, and I was convinced that this dessert would be on I would not soon forget as I trailed the tip of my tongue toward her clit, lavishing it with attention at the gasp and soft moan I elicited. I was blissfully content as I sealed my lips around her pleasure nub and suckled gently, drawing a solid moan from her lips and feeling the sweet caress of her long fingers in my hair.

I teased and flicked my tongue as I continued to mimic an infant, drawing with enough pressure to stimulate her. She bucked her hips slightly, mewling softly as I pleasured her relentlessly, not stopping until I felt the shudder pass through her that signaled that her orgasm was dangerously close. At that shudder, I ceased all stimulation on her clit and delved two fingers deep into her searing hot love hole. She enveloped me like a hot glove as I reached over into my bedside table to retrieve a small vibrating egg. I penetrated her with my fingers, curving them upward to pleasure her to the fullest before removing them and making a show of lapping her juice from them. As I did so, I pushed the egg deep into her and then adjusted the vibration to the lowest speed with the attached remote.

Her thighs shuddered as the vibrations washed over her core, making her even wetter with passion. I leaned in yet again, licking the juices from her slit, making lazy movements as I flattened my tongue and devoured her. She continued to tremble, her moans becoming a long string of beautiful music. It wasn’t until her breathing grew erratic that I increased the vibrations to the maximum setting and latched onto her clit again. This time, I suckled savagely, intent on giving her the best orgasm she had ever had. It was a matter of moments before I felt the ripple in her body and her moans reached a crescendo before my name ripped itself from her lips in an orgasmic cry. Her juices flowed continuously as she rode out her orgasm with my mouth still suckling her clit.
As her body relaxed and her moans became faint, I turned the egg off and extracted it from her warm hole. I tossed it aside to be cleaned and lapped the evidence of her orgasm from her pink center. When I was finished, I crawled up her body to find a feral gleam in her hazy eyes.

“Ready for me to turn the tables, Phoebe?” She asked in a voice dripping with pleasure, before she flipped me and attacked me like a beast fuel by an almost carnal lust.

I haven’t seen or heard from Lisa since that night. But every new girl that I bring home reminds me of her in some way. They never quite shook me like she did so long ago, and if I see her again, I will be sure to thank her for setting the standard for my dream girl, even though I’m convinced she must be that girl. And, Lisa, if you happen to be reading this, I’m desperate for a trip down memory lane.