A Wonderful Memory
It always seems inevitable that a man's mind wanders back to one of the finest things in the
universe – a woman. If a man is lucky, he will find a woman with whom to spend
his life who can endlessly occupy his mind, spirit, and body. If the woman is
lucky, her man will do the same for her. Often, while searching for the 'one',
others will move briefly through our existence like ships passing on a calm sea
or even some like a proverbial hurricane. All of them, though, invariably leave
some mark on us. Those marks may be new, insatiable passions, emotional scars,
or even physical scars. We will carry those memories for the rest of our
lives.
I have many fond memories of the women who have been a part of my
life and I hope they will remember me with equal fondness. As a young man, I
treasured the physical passion. As the years have passed, I have come to value
the true meaning of passion – sharing a lifetime of experiences with a mate. I
still, however, remember those wild days of youth with satisfaction.
There was one brief encounter that will never escape my memory. I was a
young and impressionable nineteen-year-old when I spent a night with Sandy. We
met after work at a popular singles (or at least for some) bar. I was looking
for knowledge and she knew how to teach.
She was slender with auburn
hair and eyes of blue that could look somewhere into the depths of your soul.
She had an air about her that bespoke elegance without pretense. To look simply
at her physical appearance would reveal nothing extraordinary. Yet to be close
to her and watch her for a time would take your breath away. To talk with her
revealed an emotional depth and understanding that spanned many lifetimes. She
could converse on many subject with authority, yet would never do so with
condescension. She could bring you to the point of ultimate excitation or sooth
a broken heart with a glance. You could fall into her eyes as deeply as they
could see into your very soul. She could occupy a man for a lifetime, but would
never stay with anyone for very long. Our short time together will be the
happiest regret I shall ever have.
We met by chance when our friends got
up to dance and left us at the bar. I started the usual small talk and she soon
suggested we move to a table. After what seemed like a short time everyone was
leaving and the bar was closing. We weren't ready to end things yet, so we left
in my truck and talked while we drove. The conversation spanned over a hundred
miles. Somewhere in the darkness we stopped driving and kept talking under the
stars in a meadow at the center of a small wood. I can think of more romantic
accoutrements than the bed of a pickup truck, but the view of a starry summer
sky is the best aphrodisiac I know. As the evening air became brisk we drew
nearer to each other. I held her head gently to my chest as we talked, stroking
her short, silken hair. The conversation turned to our past relationships,
including what we remember best among them. It didn't take long before we found
common ground; we both enjoyed a variety of pleasures and little inhibition in
finding new ones. She asked if I was married or involved and I happily replied
no to both. This was my mistake – I didn't ask a reciprocal question.
She moved up to me and I melted when her velvety lips touched mine. I
felt a warm wave move across me. I remember I even physically shuddered. She
giggled and forged ahead at a steady pace, our kissing becoming more passionate.
I soon forgot being surprised and became aroused. She made my whole body hard.
Sandy had a way about her, or perhaps it was just how I felt about how she felt
in my arms. I did my best grizzly bear bit pulling her close to me and nuzzling
about her neck. I caressed her supple nape and peppered it with kisses. Her
scent was soft and inviting. Her body was not hard, but firm and yielding. She
wasn't a girl of her twenties, but a had a passionate way that any younger woman
would envy.
I suspended her easily above me, drinking in my senses of
touch, taste, and scent as I sampled her. She ran her fingers through my hair
sending electric jolts down my spine. I was awash in a sea of sensations. I
wanted her with a passion I never knew existed until this moment. I lowered her
onto me and my hands moved down across her back and onto her firm thighs. She
had a beautiful shape I had noticed earlier in the evening. Her classic lines
accentuated her small waist and a shapely curvature into what I consider a
perfect derrière. I moved my hands to cup her cheeks. She cooed and pushed
herself into my chest. She kissed me full on the lips, our tongues exploring
each other and our breathing becoming almost a panting. Her hips gyrated
seductively and I knew it was time to lose some clothing.
She reacted
even before I could by sitting up and slowly removing her top and bra. In the
starlight I could see the subtle curvature of her breasts. I caressed the
undersides with a single finger of each hand, then traced circles around her
nipples. I could feel the goose bumps on her skin as I traced lazy figures on
her supple skin. I purposely avoided her nipples, but saw them harden and darken
and she threw her head back. She made a soft, guttural moan that excited me even
more. She unzipped her jeans and lifted up enough to slide them off. I took the
opportunity to shed some unwanted cotton too.
We lay there on a blanket
and I continued my exploration of her body with a single finger moving over her
torso. I moved my hand up around her neck, between and onto her breasts, circled
on her tummy and moved onto each leg as we kissed. My lips moved back to her
neck. Slowly I kissed and licked my way onto each breast, still avoiding those
invitingly hard, dark nipples. Moving on to her tummy I nuzzled her playfully
until finally positioning myself next to her waist. She sensed what was to come
and thrust herself towards me. I pulled back wanting to tease her a bit and
moved between her legs. I kissed her inner thigh at the knee and slowly moved my
way up her soft, creamy skin towards the ultimate objective. Just as my lips
were about to reach her soft mound I moved to her other inner thigh and again
worked my way upward.
She pulled my head closer to her as I put my arms
under her legs and cradled her breasts in my hands. I could feel her warmth on
my face as I kissed the edges of her silky mound. The sweet, musky smell filled
my nostrils and I inhaled deeply, savoring her scent. Her perfume blended with
her natural scent and I felt dizzy at the pleasure of it. My cheeks caressed her
inner thighs as my tongue glided over the edge of her mound, up one side, across
her mons, then down the other side. I slowly worked my way closer to her soft
lips with each stroke of my tongue. Finally I was directly over her moist lips
and I tried to caress her with the slightest touch. With each motion I would
apply more pressure until my tongue gently parted her lips. I could taste her
now, warm honey like dew of the gods. When my tongue grazed her engorged clit,
she would push against me to maximize the sensation, her hips jerking with the
contact. I would move down again, pushing inside, then back up to titillate,
tracing circles around her clit with the tip of my tongue until she was close to
orgasm, then down again – just keeping her on the edge of ecstasy.
My
rhythm increased until she pulled me into her with her hands. I suckled her clit
between my lips, slowly working a finger inside her to massage that sensitive
spot all women have just inside the pubic bone. She released her hold on my head
slightly as the new sensation filled her consciousness. I felt her hips react
slowly at first to my hand, her rhythm finally matching mine. She pushed her
hips off the blanket and asked me to fill her completely. I obliged with another
finger of the same hand. I could feel each finger with the other as I moved both
in unison. Her strong vaginal muscles and her brown flower were squeezing my
fingers as I caressed her. I released her clit but still caressed it with my
tongue. It didn't take long before her hips undulated out of control and her
whole body seemed to lift up. She grabbed my head and pulled me into her as her
spasms reached new heights of reckless abandon. I slowly removed my hand but
nuzzled my face against her still throbbing mound. She held me tightly between
her thighs and we rested that way for a long while before starting another
lovemaking session…
A Wonderful Memory
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