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When it was Perfect
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When it was Perfect None of what follows is made up. The glint in her eyes was the first indication I had that I might be going to end up in bed with her. She was looking at me across the back of an old sofa in the upstairs bar of a London pub, and I could see that the surrounding chatter of colleagues dissecting a day at work was not the main thing on her mind. I don’t suppose you can really understand someone just by looking at them. But she had the knack of silently making me feel like she was completely in tune with my thoughts, and there is nothing I find sexier. Being deeply understood. For as long as I knew her whenever I looked into her eyes I got that feeling. A smile when something was funny. Empathy when life was tough. Calm when there was stress. And an understanding that I wanted to wrap my arms around her naked body and feel the warmth of her arms round my shoulders and the weight of her breasts against me. She had the advantage of knowing me pretty well of course – we’d been sharing an office for a while, but the first time her lips closed over mine it was as if she had been specifically trained in exactly how to kiss me. As if I had read out a list of my fantasies and favourite turn ons and she had said “Mmyye-ess, I love that too.” She was able to perfectly combine being a self-contained confident woman, with the kind of instinct for giving a man what he most wants which would have done credit to a top of the range professional. And I mean that in the most complimentary sense possible. I wonder if she made everyone feel that way, or if it was something which came out in her just because she was with me? One afternoon we lay in her bed together and kissed over almost every inch of each other. She kept pausing to look up at me, a questioning smile flickering across her beautiful lips. As if assessing how much she was turning me on – whether it was touching her tongue against this little nerve here….or that one there…. It became like a game. We already knew how incredibly good sex was between us, but for once I felt like I just wanted that moment of anticipation to last for ever. It wasn’t planned, but we seemed to have decided that we were not going to let each other come yet, if at all. We just kept each other slowly moving, like the surface of gently simmering water, pausing now and then to talk, sometimes serious, sometimes laughing, working out how we felt about each other, turning the heat up a little, and then easing it back. After a few hours of this, about nine that evening, we were hungry. There was no food in the house and I remember we went to a fish and chip shop. She went ahead to order while I parked the car, and when I followed in she pretended not to know me, then play acted, chatting me up very explicitly in front of the other customers. I had never seen her be an attention seeker before, but she was a great actress, and I picked up the thread almost without a hesitation. People began staring at us. She looked incredibly sexy, so it was exciting as well as acutely embarrassing. “I don’t suppose you have a car do you?” she asked. “Yes.” She put her hand on my shoulder and leant against me. “Because I’m really looking for someone to take me home while everything’s still hot.” She flashed a grin at the fish’n’chip man before fixing me with her sexiest smile. I could feel her giggling inside. “Maybe you could help me keep things hot?” She hooked her arm through mine and pulled me out of the shop. People must have worked it out by then because we were both crying with the effort not to burst out laughing. There were some disapproving looks. “Sorry about the pick up lines,” she called back to them over her shoulder. We got home and stuffed down the fish and chips. By the time we had finished eating the atmosphere had changed. “Bed time, now,” She said. Where earlier we had teased, this time we pulled out all our tricks. I flicked her nipples between my tongue and my teeth and pushed myself down into her as deep as I could go, holding there while she ground out whatever rhythm she needed. Her body was a perfect fit for mine. Even her hip bones pressed into me in places I could never find without her. She looked in my eyes and sighed deeply, catching her breath, pushing me close to orgasm, but she still managed to get there first, and I didn’t try to hold her back. Then she was over the edge and I just let the feeling of love flood over me – she was like this because of me. I tried to focus on her face, to remember for always what this was like, this most special moment of all. She regained some attention and pulled me out of her, using her lips and tongue to finish me, the way she liked best. I was so nearly there anyway. Scrubbing her tongue over my sweet spot, pinching both my nipples at once and then mumbling appreciatively as I came, like this one thing was all she had ever wanted. I remember. It was like she could feel what it was like to be me, and to be in love with her at that moment. It was like being in heaven. |
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That seems quite wonderful. I really like the line "It was like she could feel what it was like to be me and to be in love with her at that moment." I think that would feel like heaven. I hope I get to experience that some day.  Oh well...your mentioning fish and chips reminds me I did not eat lunch yet. Good luck in your love adventure. Yes, that was the thing about her - she didn't always tell me how she felt; I had to try to judge for myself, but she always knew exactly what I was feeling, like she understood what it was like to be me...... One of the many things I loved about her. But that adventure ended many years ago I'm afraid.
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You two have probably done that social experiment lots of times by accident without even realising! I would love to see you give it a go though!
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I thought I had already replied - "I thought I might wake up and find a comment from you here. Glad you liked it."
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Haha, well it was romantic, but I can tell you it certainly was also very raunchy! And yes, I think you are right - with the right person you just know what's good. But then maybe that is what makes them feel like the right person.
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Thank you for sharing, she sounds absolutely lovely ... the hijinx at the chip shop just too much fun Good girls go to heaven,....Bad girls go EVERYWHERE! I love to travel  Come visit my blog tigger678902
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Thank you for sharing, she sounds absolutely lovely ... the hijinx at the chip shop just too much fun
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oh, wow. i'd like to be a part of such a story someday!!!! --Author Unknown
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oh, wow. i'd like to be a part of such a story someday!!!! I guess I know what you mean - you that you don't think anyone has ever felt this way for you, and I suppose you probably would know. But it is never too late. Although I was a lot younger then, I do remember being surprised by the intensity of what I felt, and thinking I had not ever expected to feel that way again. I kept wondering why she made me feel like I was seventeen again all the time, until I realised it was because that was the last time I had been so completely in love.
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How do you know for sure you are not? She may not know........ I guess I know what you mean - you that you don't think anyone has ever felt this way for you, and I suppose you probably would know. But it is never too late. Although I was a lot younger then, I do remember being surprised by the intensity of what I felt, and thinking I had not ever expected to feel that way again. I kept wondering why she made me feel like I was seventeen again all the time, until I realised it was because that was the last time I had been so completely in love. and yes, if someone felt this way for me, i'd most likely know, but then, i'm just guessing, i don't know for sure. lol i try not to thing of if anything is too late or not. i just avoid thinking about it altogether, cuz if i think about things, well. if i think about things, i just feel so lost and alone. so, i just think about the kids. that works. they need me cuz their lives are a mess and maybe i can help them a bit. --Author Unknown
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ah, yes, you somehow manage to always figure out what i'm trying to say. maybe it's because you are not afraid to feel things. and yes, if someone felt this way for me, i'd most likely know, but then, i'm just guessing, i don't know for sure. lol i try not to thing of if anything is too late or not. i just avoid thinking about it altogether, cuz if i think about things, well. if i think about things, i just feel so lost and alone. so, i just think about the kids. that works. they need me cuz their lives are a mess and maybe i can help them a bit.
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