My First Orgasm: Surrender on a Park Bench with Denis
The next morning, I wake up and brush my teeth with my favorite toothpaste. The full three minutes. Routine calms my nerves from last night’s tease.
Law school fiscal law class again. Denis, Isa, François, and me at the back row. François pines for Isa, invisible to her icy queen vibe. The prof’s ancient, past retirement, megalomaniac with his ‘bibles.’ His nasally drone kills me. Denis’s Eau Sauvage wafts over, intoxicating. His hand sneaks around my waist, under my pale yellow dress. Heat burns my skin. Heart hammers.
The Approach: Anticipation and Surrender
He drapes his jean jacket over my thighs. Slides his hand up, inside. I grab it through the fabric. ‘Not now, you’re crazy!’ I whisper. ‘With me, it’s always now,’ he smirks. We bicker, tender fire. Prof explodes: ‘You two! Quiet!’ Cold shower. But my pulse races. Life with him? Rollercoaster thrills.
Tonight’s the night. Dinner at his friend’s spot, then his place. Our first sleepover. He wants me dazzling. I love his command. Black body-hug dress, buttons down front, peach-soft fabric to mid-thigh. High heels stretch my 5’4 frame sexy. Black stockings, purple lace lingerie. Messy romantic chignon, hazel eyes lined sharp. Perfume spritzed. Bag packed. Ready.
He opens the door in dark suit, white shirt. Steel-blue eyes light up. ‘Lucky we’re expected, or I’d rip those buttons with my teeth.’ I fire back: ‘I’d strip you first.’ We walk, night mild. I try his hand, feel dwarfed by his height. Vertigo.
Dinner’s electric. Banter flies, we circle each other. Chef eyes me, grins at Denis. I sneak-pay at the bar. Control freak move. Server refuses his card: ‘Mademoiselle paid.’ ‘Naughty pest,’ he growls. Lifts me over shoulder like a sack. Laughter echoes as he carries me out.
The Instant and the Trace: Explosion and Afterglow
Drops me on a park bench, deserted night. Arms crush me close. Lips claim mine, slow licks, teasing tongue thrusts. Body ignites. Contractions deep in my belly. Fever. His mouth trails neck, swells of my breasts. Buttons pop. Strap down, one breast spills free under stars. Can’t push away. Head back, hair pulled firm. ‘Don’t speak, don’t move. Tonight, I lead. Every night.’ Pain mixes with thrill. Heart explodes. Legs shake.
He frees both breasts. Fingers knead soft, then hard. Mouth sucks greedy, tongue circles nipples. Moans escape. I grind against him. Clit throbs, imagining his tongue there. Roles flipped. I yield. Want to be his toy, slave.
Hands dive under dress. Stockings to knees. ‘No stockings next time. Real woman wears nylons.’ String slides slow. Cool air kisses wet folds. Hot fingers invade. One, then two. I buck wild, soaked. He sits, watches my pussy glisten. Fingers pump harder.
I grab his hair, pull to my heat. He pauses, dominant. ‘Denis, please…’ Tongue finds clit. Fingers, lips, sucking. Spasms build. I shatter, clamping his face, screaming. First orgasm. With the man I love. World stops.
Body quakes, tears flow. Hysteria sweet. He dresses me gentle, wipes face, jackets me. Cradles. Kisses silent. Cold bites. ‘Come home. Rest.’ I’d follow anywhere. Innocence cracked wide. New horizons blaze. Unforgettable.
