April 2015.
I met Rob completely by accident. We literally bumped into each other and in doing so, he accidentally spilt my glass of wine. He apologised immediately for his clumsiness and insisted on buying me another. His conduct and manners were impeccable, so I allowed this rather fit-looking gentleman to buy me a replacement drink. We got chatting. He was a year older than me and worked for a high street bank. He didn’t come across as the stereotype Jack-the-lad; he seemed studious and hardworking. We chatted for almost an hour before he asked me out. A good-looking guy with good job prospects and manners asking me out? It was unsurprising that I swiftly allowed someone I’d just met to sweet-talk me into our first date.
Karen and I had been close friends, in truth, more than close friends. I’d known her eight years before I met Rob. She meant everything to me, and I trusted her implicitly. So, it was a surprise, and to be honest, a blow when she took an instant dislike to him. She thought him smarmy and overconfident. They never really saw eye to eye. She told Rob in no uncertain terms he was punching above his weight. She refused point-blank to ‘stroke his ego’ as she put it, and told me repeatedly that I was far too good for him. Maybe because of her instincts, I was hesitant to make my relationship with Rob a sexual one, but I saw lots of him and grew to like him more and more.
Three months down the line, Rob used the ‘L’ word. He told me he loved me and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. I was besotted. I loved and trusted him. With those three little words out of the way, we thought we were on the same page. Honeymoon period over, it was time to take things into the bedroom.
I’m deeply passionate about what I believe, and I believed in Rob. I’m either wired wrong or gullible, but I loved him. I thought he was my one and only.
Rob suggested we spend a quiet weekend at his house in Suffolk. The whole weekend was mapped out. We would arrive early Friday evening and planned to leave midday Sunday. Romance was high on the agenda… and so was lovemaking.
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I was impressed by how nice his house looked from the outside. It was a renovated farmhouse, with converted stables. No nosey neighbours either, something Rob really liked about the place. He was shrewd where money was concerned. He knew by investing in property, his money was safe. Preferential mortgage rates from his employers guaranteed a good return on his investment.
We pulled up outside. Rob got out of the car and opened my door like the gentleman he was. He put his arm around me and walked me to the front door.
He opened the door to let me in.
“I’ll grab your stuff. If you want to go through to the lounge,” he said.
I could hear him taking my bags upstairs, so I followed him up. I started to unpack, but Rob insisted that I leave the unpacking until tomorrow.
After he finished unloading the car, we sat chatting.
“Would you like to go out for a few drinks and maybe something to eat?” he asked.
“No, I’d rather stay in if that’s okay with you?" I replied.
“Sure! I’ll go out and get something. What would you like, princess?"
“You decide. But whatever you chose, I’d like a glass or two of Merlot to wash it down, please.”
While he was gone, I had a walk around his house. I tried to work out what had been renovated and what was original. As I entered his bedroom, I was amazed at how clean and tidy it was. His bed was massive, and a huge TV hung on the wall. There were fitted wardrobes with full-length mirrors along one wall and a window that overlooked the picturesque countryside on the other. I could visualize myself lying in bed the next morning, gazing out of that window. I was impressed.
I went back down to the dining room to lay two places at the table in anticipation of our random meal. I found a box of old candles under the kitchen sink. To add a little romance to our evening, I fixed one to a saucer and placed it between our two placemats. My thoughts turned to Rob, and how lovely he is to me.
I heard his car pull up outside the house and the front door open.
“I’m back, sweetheart!” he shouted.
“I’m in the dining room,” I replied, as I lit the candle.
He walked in and gave me a hug. Rob had bought a selection of Chinese takeaway food, two bottles of Merlot and some cans of beer. We sat together for ages eating and drinking. We chatted over the flickering candle as we finished our drinks. He did most of the talking, I just sat there gazing at him, not really listening but watching his lips move as he spoke. I felt myself blushing.
“Why are you blushing, Lisa?”
I couldn’t answer him.
“So, how’s your wine?” he asked, trying to change the subject.
“Rob, do you have any music you could put on?”
“Just so happens, I do.”
He got up and put some music on. Feeling a little tipsy, I got up and asked if he wanted to dance with me.
As we smooched, I put my head on his shoulder and held him tightly, feeling blissfully happy. I looked at Rob and gazed into his eyes and then kissed him on the lips. He didn’t move away, but returned my kiss with passion.
“I have a thing about you,” I whispered in his ear.
“Oh, you have a thing about me, do you? Think I’ve known that for a while, princess,” he said.
I blushed and looked down. His finger lifted my chin up. He brushed my hair from my face and kissed me.
“I have a thing for you too, my darling. Always have, always will.”
We continued drinking and dancing for a while longer, until I suggested we get showered and go to bed.
I went upstairs to unpack a few clothes from my bag. Grabbing a pair of panties, I padded along the landing to the bathroom. My stupidity suddenly dawned on me.
Why didn’t I buy some sexy underwear?
All I’d packed were three pairs of plain black cotton bikini-cut briefs with a soppy little white bow at the front. They really were nothing special.
I cleaned off my makeup and got into the shower. I tied my hair back, dried myself and pulled on my knickers. Wrapping myself in a towel, I made my way back to the bedroom.
Preparing for bed, I dropped the towel to the floor and reached for my dressing gown. At that precise moment, Rob walked past the bedroom door and looked in. He stopped in the doorway and did a double-take. His mouth dropped open. I stood there in my Marks and Spencer lingerie, flashing my bare breasts.
“Jesus, just look at you. You’re beautiful,” he said, feasting his eyes on my body.
I quickly tried to cover myself up with the dressing gown. By then, he’d already gotten an eyeful of my breasts.
“I should have put this on,” I said, holding up my dressing gown.
“No point in wearing something that’s coming off later,” he said as he kissed my forehead, then he smiled at me and made his way along the landing towards the bathroom.
“Please. Don’t take too long in the shower, babe,” I whispered behind him.
“No worries, I’ll be right back,” he replied, glancing back at me again and smiling.
Slipping off my pants and dressing gown, I sprayed perfume between my breasts and slipped under the duvet.
I heard him come out of the shower. He popped his head around the door and asked if everything was okay before closing the door behind him. He entered the room in his dressing gown and sat on the edge of the bed.
Rob kissed my hand and reached out to give me a hug.
“I love you, Lisa. I’m going to make you so happy.”
Hoping my enthusiasm wasn’t too obvious, I moved towards him to receive my hug. Sitting up, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him, completely forgetting I was naked and giving him a tempting glimpse of my hardened nipples.
“Sorry.” I blushed.
“It’s okay, my darling, more than okay,” he replied. “I think I’m a little overdressed, don’t you?”
He slipped off his dressing gown and climbed into bed next to me. He leaned over and turned out the light before rolling over to face me. He put his arm around me. We lay in silence then kissed deeply.
I was feeling deliciously sexy lying next to this gorgeous, naked man; I couldn’t help myself. My hand slowly moved towards his cock and touched it. He didn’t move, so I gradually put my hand around it and squeezed it.
“Keep doing that, lady and things are going to happen,” he whispered.
That made me giggle, so I started stroking his cock. He obviously liked it, because he started to go stiff.
“You sure you want to do this, Lisa?”
There was a pause,
“I’d love to,” I whispered in his ear.
Finally, I was going to have sex with my knight in shining armour.
Rob pulled the duvet down and we started kissing like two mad teenagers. My heart was racing and my pussy tingling.
He stroked my breast and rubbed my nipple in a circular motion, as I lay back, he started to kiss my neck. I let out a moan of pleasure as he moved down my body, kissing me all over. I started to tremble and shudder as he worked his way down.
As he got further down my body, I opened my legs wide for him.
“Rob, there’s something I need to tell you.”
He looked up at me.
“What’s that, sweetheart?”
“I have never had an orgasm with a man,” I said.
“Oh, my darling girl. Tonight will be a very special night then,” he smiled.
Kissing me passionately, I could feel his hand moving towards my pussy. As it got closer, I gave out a faint moan. I knew Rob was planning on giving me what I never had.
He moved his head between my legs. I could feel his breath on my lady parts.
His thumbs parted my labia. “You’re so wet, darling.”
He probed his tongue in a circular motion around my clit. My pelvic muscles tensed, as my body writhed under his touch. He started to kiss the inside of my thighs, down my legs to my feet. Then he worked his way back up stopping at my mound. He slipped one finger into my soaking pussy, coating his finger as he smeared my love juices.
“You taste delicious,” he murmured, as he luxuriously tasted my juices on his finger.
Rob returned to my vaginal lips and increased the divine swirling of his tongue on my clit.
“Oh, keep it there. Don’t stop, it’s amazing.” I gasped.
I was about to go over the edge.
“Oh shit… Rob, I’m cumming. Please don’t stop, Oh my god!”
My body started shaking uncontrollably, my back arched, my legs clamped around his head like a vise.
As he locked onto my clitty, I felt that unmistakable feeling of love juices running between my bum cheeks.
I called out his name as I erupted into orgasm.
With Rob still between my legs, we lay together resting. I needed time to come down from the afterglow of my climax.
“How was it for you, princess?” he asked.
“Oh my god. What have you done to me? It was beautiful,” I gasped.
Reaching over, he turned on the light then opened his bedside drawer and pulled out a small packet.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“A condom, sweetheart?”
“Please, don’t put it on yet. I want to do something.” I said with a seductive grin.
He looked at me and smiled.
I rolled him over, pushed his legs apart and got down between them. His fragrant bodywash filled my nostrils, as I hovered over his cock. It started to grow hard as I held it in my hand. This was the first time I’d seen it up close. It grew harder by the second before my very eyes.
As it grew, I thought to myself, how the hell is this going to fit inside of me?
I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I gave him very clear instructions that I wanted him to tell me when he was about to cum.
“I’ve never swallowed before, so please forgive me if I don’t manage it.”
“Lisa, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I’ll understand if you don’t.”
Looking up, I could see Rob close his eyes and tilt his head back.
Grabbing the base of his penis. I put my tongue on the silky-smooth tip and tasted his pre-cum. It tasted much sweeter than I thought it would. Firmly squeezing his rigid shaft, I forced a second droplet to ooze from the eye of his cock. I’d developed a taste for it, so I swiftly removed it with my tongue. Rob groaned and moved his hips as I explored the length of his shaft with my tongue. Making sure he could feel my hot breath on his penis, I pulled back his foreskin before swirling my tongue around the rim. By this point, I was going for gold.
