Andrea joined the magazine I work for last week. At her welcome drinks, something strange happened. We'd had a couple of glasses of wine and ended up snogging. She was amazing - and clearly thought the same about me because she arranged to meet me at the weekend to see what would develop.

I was nervous. My first date with a woman. I didn't know quite what to expect but I still spent all morning getting ready. I thought the subtle look was best. A white T-shirt with no bra so that my nipples were almost visible, teamed with a pair of jeans and casual jacket. My make-up was 'natural' - a look that took way longer to perfect than a full glam look. I arrived at the coffee shop five minutes late, not knowing whether she'd turn up. I didn't need to worry. She was there, sipping on a cappuccino and looking stunning in a simple summer dress.

"Hi. You look gorgeous." I said.

Andrea stood up and kissed me hello. It may have looked like an innocent air-kiss but it reminded me of the other night and I felt a tingle run through me.

"So do you. I wasn't sure you'd turn up."

"Are you kidding. I've been looking forward to it all week.So, do you want a coffee?"

The last thing I needed was something that would make me more jittery. All I could think about was what was going to happen later butI thought it would be a bit forward to say 'No, I want to take you home and fuck you senseless' so I acquiesced.

"Sure."

I ordered a cappuccino and wondered what to say next.

"So, um, how have you found your first week at work then?"

Andrea leaned forward and squeezed my hand.

"It's had its benefits."

She smiled broadly and I could see that sexy glint in her eye. God, I wanted her so much. I squeezed her hand back then trailed my finger nail gently down towards her wrist, pleased to see she could barely contain a shudder of lust.

"Yeah, I guess I've had a fun week too." I said.

"So the other night was OK?"

"More that OK. I've been… thinking about it a lot since."

"Me too. In detail…"

The implication was clear. The thought of her masturbating over me was flattering and made me feel seriously horny.

"Nice top, by the way."

"I looked down to see my nipples standing up, clearly visible under my clingy top."

"Cheers."

She moved a hand onto my thigh, under the table and began to stroke it.

"I don't know about you but I'm actually not that thirsty…." She clearly wanted to leave as much as I did.

"Me neither."

"Well, we could go back and watch a video at mine if you want? It's only up the road."

She was moving quickly but that's what I wanted.

"Sounds good to me."

Ten minutes later we were in her front room. She certainly had taste. The airy and light room was dominated by a huge antique book case. The TV was a flatscreen - won in a competition, she explained - and the sofa was dark red with deep and squashy cushions.

"Any preference?"

She held up two videos. High Fidelity and Cruel Intentions. I'd seen both but remembered the lesbian kissing scene in Cruel Intentions so opted for that. I wasn't really there to watch videos, after all. She set the video running and sat next to me on the sofa.

"Lean back if you want." she said.

I leaned against her and she idly stroked my hair. I rested my hand on her thigh and she shuffled down so that we were curled up together. As the video progressed, we were lazily stroking each, enjoying the slow build up. When the video got to the kissing scene, we both had the same thought and met in a long, slow kiss. Her full lips parted and I slipped my tongue into her mouth, loving the feeling; the lack of stubble, the softness of her skin and gentle teasing of her tongue.

"You're so beautiful. Would you mind if I took your top off?" she asked.

"No - as long as I can take yours off too."

She pulled my T-shirt over my head and ran her hands down my torso, skimming over my nipple and making me groan. I pushed her dress up and slipped it off her, leaving her in nothing but a simple cotton thong. I could smell her muskiness but I wanted to enjoy all of her rather than go straight for it.

"You've got lovely breasts." she said.

She ducked down and took one nipple in her mouth, stroking the other one then pinching it between finger and thumb. I was getting seriously wet. I leaned back and pulled her back so that she was lying on top of me. She continued to kiss my breasts, alternating between soft stroking, tonguing and pinches that got harder as I groaned with lust. As she started to kiss down my torso, my clit twitched. I knew what was coming and I wanted it badly.

"Do you mind?"

She gestured at my jeans and I slid them off to reveal my black silk knickers.

"Very nice."

She carried on kissing her slow trail down my body, stroking my thighs and kissing my stomach, working her way down to my ankles then kissing a teasing trail up my thighs. I was dripping by now. She paused and then breathed gently over my clit, through my knickers. I knew she'd be able to see my wetness by now. She kissed my clit through my knickers and I arched up towards her face.

"I guess I don't need to ask if you mind me taking these off." she said.

She slid my knickers off and started lapping at my clit, sliding a finger inside me at the same time. I felt dizzy with pleasure and when I looked down to see her beautiful face buried between my thighs, I almost came from the view alone. Her tongue moved lower and I felt her lick my juices out of me, her hand moving to my clit to rub it at the same time. My muscles were twitching and I knew I was going to come soon but I wanted to hold back for as long as I could, loving the sensation of her soft tongue lapping me, her slim fingers rubbing my clit so much more skilfully than any man ever had. When she thrust two fingers up me, I couldn't help it and came hard around her, loving the way she licked furiously, trying to taste as much of me as she could. When I eventually stopped coming, she worked her way back up my body and kissed me so that I could taste myself on her lips.

"I love the way you taste." she said.

"I want to find out what you taste like…."

I pushed off her knickers and started my own teasing; kissing her all over, stroking her, trailing my long nails over her skin. As I worked up her thighs, she was shaking in anticipation and I couldn't stop myself from going straight for her core; taking her clit in my mouth, loving the salty tang of her juices, the slippery feeling of her under my tongue. I licked the tip of her clit almost imperceptibly softly, making her cry out and arch to meet my lips. I sucked her clit into my mouth, teasing her bud with my tongue and sliding a finger into her, knowing how good it had felt when she'd done it.

"More!" she begged.

I slid another finger up, then another until I had four fingers inside her. I could feel her muscles squeezing my hand as a finger-fucked her, still worrying her clit with my tongue. The spasms got stronger and she pushed down onto my hand hard as she came, flooding my face with juices. I felt incredible! I'd made this gorgeous woman come. I revelled in the feeling, loving the taste of her juices. Gradually, her breathing returned to normal and I moved up to hug her. She kissed me deeply.

"That was…fuck…oh god, I don't know how to describe it"

"OK then?" I joked.

"Way more than OK"

We curled up together to watch the rest of the film, knowing that our first date was definitely not going to be the last…