First success story! I posted about a month ago (original post here) that I was going to be in Boston for a bit, and, since I'm very orally inclined, I'd like to take the opportunity to practice my skills. You know, to keep them honed, or whatever.

A lovely young lady reached out to me later that day, and from her post history - pictures, interests, stories, etc. - I felt like we'd be a great match. I was, to use an excellent word, titillated. To complicate matters (or delay gratification, if that's how you want to see it), my schedule got moved around and we weren't able to find a time to meet for a couple weeks.

We kept it touch, though, and shared some of our interests. She mentioned that she really felt in the mood for some exceptional oral, since she's in a long distance relationship and it takes her a long time to cum. I believe my commitment stood out from my post, inclining her to reach out. Service oriented as I am, this piqued my interest further.

At long last we figured out a random time that would work for us, a morning after she met up with a friend and I had run some errands, and before we both had to go to our respective work. It was a beautiful sunny day in Boston as I took a complicated series of buses and trains to get to her apartment.

She opened the door looking absolutely stunning, and immediately my mind fell to piecing together the wonderful, explicit photos I'd seen, and the exceptional stories, with this very respectable and charming young woman. I had just enough brain space left to make acceptable conversation, fortunately. She was petite, curvy in all the right places, with a gorgeous face (and strange though it sounds to point out, her makeup game was on point).

She ushered me into her room and very sweetly apologised for the mess. It really wasn't that bad, and frankly I wouldn't have cared or been paying attention. I asked what she'd like to do, and she suggested I take my shirt off, which I did, and I didn't want her to feel left out, so I took hers off too. That certainly took things to the next level, and within moments we were kissing, and I was sliding her underwear off under her skirt.

It's kind of crazy now thinking back how quickly things progressed, but it was probably less than two minutes from her opening the door to me getting down and meeting her sweet, shaved pussy for the first time. Sometimes I guess anticipation alone is foreplay enough.

"Now's the moment. Time to get to work," I told myself. "What?" she asked from up above. "Oh shit, I'm speaking out loud again," I internal monologued.*

I savoured the moment, gently licking up alongside her pussy, breathing on her, touching her legs. She had a very fun piercing I was dying to play with, but I wanted to build a little excitement first. Soon I could see she was getting wet, and her hips were grinding against her bed.

I tore off her skirt, then gave a practice lick up the length of her pussy, and she moaned. Stopping only for a moment to admire this gorgeous naked woman writhing at my touch, I licked her again, faster, deeper, lingering on her pierced clit. With one hand I began to rub her wet lips, and with the other I drew her hips towards me, kissing deeper, beginning to suck on her clit. I started slipping a finger into her while sucking on her clit and letting my tongue flick her piercing back and forth.

Reading the signs of her moaning and tensing her muscles was heavenly. It's always fun to explore someone new and get attuned to what they like and how they react. I figured out that for her it was much more about the clit than penetration, so I focused on consistent stimulation, throwing in bursts of fast paced tongue fluttering or sucking deeply on her clit.

I pride myself on my stamina - I have pretty exceptional fast muscle movement (hence a very quick tongue), and I can keep it up for a good long time - but this match was a challenge, in the best possible way. Over most of the next hour we fell into a rhythm together. I played gently with her wet pussy with my fingers while teasing and sucking her clit, sometimes using my other hand to pull her pussy open and expose her clit to my tongue, or pulling her hips closer to me. It was a beautiful, intimate experience. It was also considerable exercise, but I honestly love when sex sessions are physically strenuous, and tasting her wet pussy as she arched her back towards me made it all worth it.

Then, about forty minutes in, she reached the tipping point. She started moaning louder, and screaming (thank goodness we were the only ones in the apartment). "Time for Faramir, Captain of Gondor, to show his quality," I remarked, definitely silently this time. "Stop saying stupid shit and lick my pussy," she yelled at me, completely unjustified.*

I held onto her tight, pressing her clit up against my tongue and lips, no matter how hard she bucked, and massaging her swollen pussy. She moaned and spasmed for a good thirty seconds before beginning to relax. I'm a firm believer in squeezing every last drop out of a good situation, however, so I kept working her clit with everything I had, and up she came again, screaming even louder than before, holding a pillow to her mouth. I sucked up every last drop of her sweet pussy juice before I relented.

Finally, she was spent (makeup game still immaculate, however). I asked if there was anything more I could do for her, realizing all of a sudden that I'd spent maybe three minutes talking to her face to face and and about forty in deep, rigorous conversation with her pussy (her pussy and I are good friends now, we follow each other on Instagram*).

She was still in the process of returning to consciousness, but she replied no, she was great, and complimented me on my stamina. I think it had been a while since anyone had payed such consistent oral attention to her. So naturally I played it cool and feigned that I'd never had any doubt about lasting for forty minutes (actually longest has been almost ninety, but college was a long time ago now).

We soon realised that we both had places to be, so it was time to cut our rendezvous short. I gave her a farewell kiss and was out into the sunny morning, with the rest of my day ahead of me, and another wonderful story in my memory.

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*editorialized, this didn't really happen