The story that follows continues one that began with two previous installments. This story won’t make much sense if you don’t read the pieces already published, which are at this link and this one:
So Liv and I left the tapas place she’d taken us to and headed to her nearby apartment. As we walked and talked, holding hands, all I could think about was the “nightcap” she’d promised. Me and my hard cock had a pretty good idea of what that nightcap was going to be.
You might wonder why I remember this one night out of all nights in my life in such detail. This was far from the first time I’d had sex, after all. As I’ve told you before, up to meeting Liv, I had thought of myself as a pretty skilled cocksman, a man who knew how to give a woman (and a man, too, which is another story) a good time.
Until Liv came along, I thought I was a pretty skilled lover. But as I found out with Liv introducing me to new ways to think about sex, I thought this because I had imbibed a hell of a lot of stereotypes about who does what in the sack, about what the man’s “supposed” to do and how the woman’s “supposed” to receive the man’s ministrations.
Liv turned my world upside down. I had never met a woman like her before. Keep in mind as you hear what I’m about to tell you that we had not had sex up to that night. Hadn’t even kissed, actually. Other than her informing me the very first time we ever talked that she wanted me to keep my dick hard for her, we hadn’t even fooled around except the very night when this “nightcap” happened, and she had felt me up in the tapas place and I reciprocated by running my hand up under her dress and discovering she didn’t have on any panties. And was shaved. And wet.
So, yeah, I do fucking well remember what happened that night. I’m going to be saying the word “fuck” a lot in this account. It’s about the first time Liv and I fucked, after all. I don’t want to wear the word out and don’t want to offend tender ears, but you wouldn’t be reading this memoir written for 18+ readers if your ears were too fucking tender anyway, would you? And it’s a useful word that comes in handy a lot of times.
I remember that night because it was a night with a hot woman unlike any I’d ever had before. The nightcap part of the evening started this way: we got to Liv’s apartment, she unlocked the door, and we stepped inside. I then went to kiss her—I’m the man, remember—and before I could get my lips to hers, she had me pinned against the wall just inside the door.
I don’t mean she shoved me or was rough. But she took control and firmly and quickly had me against the wall as she held my arms by the wrists above my head and started giving me delicious hot kisses, her tongue probing mine. She then let my arms down but kept them back against the wall—she was in charge and made clear she intended to do with me what she wanted, not vice versa—as she began to kiss the side of my face, around my ears, and down my neck. Kiss and lick: that’s what she did.
At that point, I started to say something. I was going to tell her that she was incredible and that I’d been waiting for this night from the moment I met her. She put her index finger across my lips and stopped me from talking. “We’re going to take this slow and easy,” she said. “We have all night. I’m going to get acquainted with this body I’ve been wanting to see from the time we first met.”
Then she started unbuttoning my shirt. She remained fully dressed and continued to hold my arms by the wrists against the wall so that I couldn’t undress her. When she had my shirt opened, she resumed her hot, slow kisses down my neck, moving down my chest to my nipples, which she began tonguing sensually, with amazing little sucks alternating with the licks and teases of her tongue tip.
Having my nipples sucked and licked drove me wild for more. For the first time ever, it made me realize why teasing and toying with a woman’s nipples can give her such pleasure. No one had ever done anything like this to me. I didn’t want it to end, but there was the matter of a very hard cock waiting for some attention and action, too, and I wanted the action to move soon to that matter.
So did Liv. As she worked my nipples, obviously enjoying how I writhed and gasped as her mouth and tongue did their work, she pulled my shirt down, releasing my wrists from the wall and removing it. Then she took my belt from its loops and unbuttoned my trousers, pulling the zipper down slowly and nudging my boxers down, a task made challenging due to that very hard dick I just mentioned which was standing up like a stiff soldier and tenting the boxers, so that she had to work them down around that soldier.
Liv had evidently never read the unwritten manual that a lot of us guys have stored in our heads, which tells us the man’s supposed to make the moves, especially the first one. He’s supposed to kiss first, start undressing the woman while his clothes are on, and then tease and arouse her nipples to get everything going.
As Liv took off my underpants, I was getting a picture clear in my head: this night wasn’t going to be about me doing her and getting me off in the process. It was going to be about her enjoying me and doing what she wanted with me. There I was, against the wall, just inside the apartment door of a woman I was wild to fuck, and she had me with my pants around my ankles, inspecting every inch of my body, while she was still fully unclothed.
After she had untied my shoes and taken them and my socks off, Liv took my pants off over my feet and now I was standing fully naked against the wall, with a fully clothed woman in front of me, drinking in my body with her eyes. I felt exposed, even vulnerable, with my aching hard cock jutting out in front of me, leaking precum like a fucking faucet, clearly captivating her whole attention and delighting her. My whole body was shivering with anticipation of what she intended to do with me. With it.
What she did next was another first for me. Liv unfastened that gorgeous mane of reddish blonde hair that she wore loosely clasped up on the back of her head—it was heavy and hot on her neck, she later told me—and she let silky strands of her hair drape that hard jutting tool and lightly brush over its head and shaft. The sight of my excited cock standing out through her beautiful hair was erotic beyond belief.
As she did this, she said, “I started thinking about this guy the first time we met. He’s going to be happy tonight, but first he’s going to make me happy.”
Then, slowly, lightly, teasingly, she brought the tip of her tongue to my cockhead and circled it, tickling the sensitive spot underneath when she got to it, but not otherwise touching any part of my cock other than with her hair.
That was it. That was all the attention she intended to give my straining dick until she decided that it was time for us to move to the next phase of this “nightcap.”
At this point, Liv finally stood up and took off her sundress. In my previous account of our time at the tapas place, I spoke of her skirt. What she was actually wearing was a sundress, and when she had shucked it and stood in front of me for the first time in all her naked glory, her tawny blonde hair cascading onto her shoulders, I discovered that not only had she not had panties on all evening, but she also hadn’t been wearing a bra. I’d learn down the road that in warm weather, she often dressed this way, a simple sundress all that stood between her beautiful naked body and the world.
So there we stood, just inside her apartment door, both fully naked, seeing each other naked for the first time since we had met, drinking in the sight of each other’s body. We weren’t touching. We were a few feet apart. We were just looking.
Liv broke the silence: “I want to look at you. And I want you to look at me. We’re going to fuck. Before that, I want to enjoy just looking at that beautiful cock as it quivers with excitement to be inside this pussy it’s never fucked before. And I want you to look carefully at her and see how aroused she is, how swollen her lips are, how her clit’s starting to peek out and her juices are flowing with anticipation.”
Yeah, she did say all that in just those words. She knew, she could tell, I wasn’t a virgin. She knew I’d fucked pussies before hers. But she also knew that I’d never really taken this kind of time to stand and just look in full light, to study carefully, the pussies I’d fucked, that the women I’d been with hadn’t invited me to do that. She wanted me to study her not only because she wanted me to be as horny as I possibly could be before I started fucking her, but also so that I could pay attention to what her pussy wanted and needed from me when we finally lay down together to give each other pleasure.
As Liv said those words, she spread her legs wider, thrusting her hips forward and taking her fingers and spreading the lips of her cunt—it’s a word she also insisted on using—to open herself up, then moving her fingertips along her labia as she talked about them, lightly teasing her clit as she spoke of it, and probing a finger into her hot tunnel to gather some of its juices as she drew my attention to how wet she was.
We still were not touching. We were still standing several feet apart.
Liv then crooked a finger at me, turned around, and started walking to what I’d shortly find was her bedroom, her ivory ass moving seductively in front of me, her long curved back topped by that cascade of thick red-blonde hair swaying and rippling as she walked in a way that made me want to spend the rest of my life naked with her, taking in the sight of that firm round ass, that gorgeous back, that amazing halo of hair. My hard, erect cock following and gazing its fill, because what else could it possibly do, given such a sight?
Then we got to her bedroom. And the rest of the nightcap.
So Liv and I left the tapas place she’d taken us to and headed to her nearby apartment. As we walked and talked, holding hands, all I could think about was the “nightcap” she’d promised. Me and my hard cock had a pretty good idea of what that nightcap was going to be.
You might wonder why I remember this one night out of all nights in my life in such detail. This was far from the first time I’d had sex, after all. As I’ve told you before, up to meeting Liv, I had thought of myself as a pretty skilled cocksman, a man who knew how to give a woman (and a man, too, which is another story) a good time.
Until Liv came along, I thought I was a pretty skilled lover. But as I found out with Liv introducing me to new ways to think about sex, I thought this because I had imbibed a hell of a lot of stereotypes about who does what in the sack, about what the man’s “supposed” to do and how the woman’s “supposed” to receive the man’s ministrations.
Liv turned my world upside down. I had never met a woman like her before. Keep in mind as you hear what I’m about to tell you that we had not had sex up to that night. Hadn’t even kissed, actually. Other than her informing me the very first time we ever talked that she wanted me to keep my dick hard for her, we hadn’t even fooled around except the very night when this “nightcap” happened, and she had felt me up in the tapas place and I reciprocated by running my hand up under her dress and discovering she didn’t have on any panties. And was shaved. And wet.
So, yeah, I do fucking well remember what happened that night. I’m going to be saying the word “fuck” a lot in this account. It’s about the first time Liv and I fucked, after all. I don’t want to wear the word out and don’t want to offend tender ears, but you wouldn’t be reading this memoir written for 18+ readers if your ears were too fucking tender anyway, would you? And it’s a useful word that comes in handy a lot of times.
I remember that night because it was a night with a hot woman unlike any I’d ever had before. The nightcap part of the evening started this way: we got to Liv’s apartment, she unlocked the door, and we stepped inside. I then went to kiss her—I’m the man, remember—and before I could get my lips to hers, she had me pinned against the wall just inside the door.
I don’t mean she shoved me or was rough. But she took control and firmly and quickly had me against the wall as she held my arms by the wrists above my head and started giving me delicious hot kisses, her tongue probing mine. She then let my arms down but kept them back against the wall—she was in charge and made clear she intended to do with me what she wanted, not vice versa—as she began to kiss the side of my face, around my ears, and down my neck. Kiss and lick: that’s what she did.
At that point, I started to say something. I was going to tell her that she was incredible and that I’d been waiting for this night from the moment I met her. She put her index finger across my lips and stopped me from talking. “We’re going to take this slow and easy,” she said. “We have all night. I’m going to get acquainted with this body I’ve been wanting to see from the time we first met.”
Then she started unbuttoning my shirt. She remained fully dressed and continued to hold my arms by the wrists against the wall so that I couldn’t undress her. When she had my shirt opened, she resumed her hot, slow kisses down my neck, moving down my chest to my nipples, which she began tonguing sensually, with amazing little sucks alternating with the licks and teases of her tongue tip.
Having my nipples sucked and licked drove me wild for more. For the first time ever, it made me realize why teasing and toying with a woman’s nipples can give her such pleasure. No one had ever done anything like this to me. I didn’t want it to end, but there was the matter of a very hard cock waiting for some attention and action, too, and I wanted the action to move soon to that matter.
So did Liv. As she worked my nipples, obviously enjoying how I writhed and gasped as her mouth and tongue did their work, she pulled my shirt down, releasing my wrists from the wall and removing it. Then she took my belt from its loops and unbuttoned my trousers, pulling the zipper down slowly and nudging my boxers down, a task made challenging due to that very hard dick I just mentioned which was standing up like a stiff soldier and tenting the boxers, so that she had to work them down around that soldier.
Liv had evidently never read the unwritten manual that a lot of us guys have stored in our heads, which tells us the man’s supposed to make the moves, especially the first one. He’s supposed to kiss first, start undressing the woman while his clothes are on, and then tease and arouse her nipples to get everything going.
As Liv took off my underpants, I was getting a picture clear in my head: this night wasn’t going to be about me doing her and getting me off in the process. It was going to be about her enjoying me and doing what she wanted with me. There I was, against the wall, just inside the apartment door of a woman I was wild to fuck, and she had me with my pants around my ankles, inspecting every inch of my body, while she was still fully unclothed.
After she had untied my shoes and taken them and my socks off, Liv took my pants off over my feet and now I was standing fully naked against the wall, with a fully clothed woman in front of me, drinking in my body with her eyes. I felt exposed, even vulnerable, with my aching hard cock jutting out in front of me, leaking precum like a fucking faucet, clearly captivating her whole attention and delighting her. My whole body was shivering with anticipation of what she intended to do with me. With it.
What she did next was another first for me. Liv unfastened that gorgeous mane of reddish blonde hair that she wore loosely clasped up on the back of her head—it was heavy and hot on her neck, she later told me—and she let silky strands of her hair drape that hard jutting tool and lightly brush over its head and shaft. The sight of my excited cock standing out through her beautiful hair was erotic beyond belief.
As she did this, she said, “I started thinking about this guy the first time we met. He’s going to be happy tonight, but first he’s going to make me happy.”
Then, slowly, lightly, teasingly, she brought the tip of her tongue to my cockhead and circled it, tickling the sensitive spot underneath when she got to it, but not otherwise touching any part of my cock other than with her hair.
That was it. That was all the attention she intended to give my straining dick until she decided that it was time for us to move to the next phase of this “nightcap.”
At this point, Liv finally stood up and took off her sundress. In my previous account of our time at the tapas place, I spoke of her skirt. What she was actually wearing was a sundress, and when she had shucked it and stood in front of me for the first time in all her naked glory, her tawny blonde hair cascading onto her shoulders, I discovered that not only had she not had panties on all evening, but she also hadn’t been wearing a bra. I’d learn down the road that in warm weather, she often dressed this way, a simple sundress all that stood between her beautiful naked body and the world.
So there we stood, just inside her apartment door, both fully naked, seeing each other naked for the first time since we had met, drinking in the sight of each other’s body. We weren’t touching. We were a few feet apart. We were just looking.
Liv broke the silence: “I want to look at you. And I want you to look at me. We’re going to fuck. Before that, I want to enjoy just looking at that beautiful cock as it quivers with excitement to be inside this pussy it’s never fucked before. And I want you to look carefully at her and see how aroused she is, how swollen her lips are, how her clit’s starting to peek out and her juices are flowing with anticipation.”
Yeah, she did say all that in just those words. She knew, she could tell, I wasn’t a virgin. She knew I’d fucked pussies before hers. But she also knew that I’d never really taken this kind of time to stand and just look in full light, to study carefully, the pussies I’d fucked, that the women I’d been with hadn’t invited me to do that. She wanted me to study her not only because she wanted me to be as horny as I possibly could be before I started fucking her, but also so that I could pay attention to what her pussy wanted and needed from me when we finally lay down together to give each other pleasure.
As Liv said those words, she spread her legs wider, thrusting her hips forward and taking her fingers and spreading the lips of her cunt—it’s a word she also insisted on using—to open herself up, then moving her fingertips along her labia as she talked about them, lightly teasing her clit as she spoke of it, and probing a finger into her hot tunnel to gather some of its juices as she drew my attention to how wet she was.
We still were not touching. We were still standing several feet apart.
Liv then crooked a finger at me, turned around, and started walking to what I’d shortly find was her bedroom, her ivory ass moving seductively in front of me, her long curved back topped by that cascade of thick red-blonde hair swaying and rippling as she walked in a way that made me want to spend the rest of my life naked with her, taking in the sight of that firm round ass, that gorgeous back, that amazing halo of hair. My hard, erect cock following and gazing its fill, because what else could it possibly do, given such a sight?
Then we got to her bedroom. And the rest of the nightcap.
