My outfit was carefully selected, It needed to make an impact, it needed to say something about my strength of character and it needed to send a message direct to your loins.
It did.

The room was basked in half-light. There was little need for words, little need for questions - we were both very clear from the outset what our journey - in the literal and figurative sense - was about. Clothes were shed with a sense of pragmatism and before I knew it we were nude, trembling and bathed in a light dew. Hearts a-ponding, backs a-arching...

You perused my body as if wanting to recall every detail. Skin smooth and taut, tits high and pert crowned with a larger than average pale nipple which became impressively erect as you feasted on them, a nipped tiny waist and a feminine, slightly rounded tummy. You took this in slowly and deliberately. The impact that it had on your cock did not go unnoticed.

You arrived at the piece de resistance - my pussy. Waxed to perfection, smooth to the touch: you paused and proceeded to open my lips. Inside the moist pink folds, my clit spring to live and peeped out even as you closed my cunt back up. You could wait no more. I could hear it in your breath, see it in your eyes, feel it in your pulse - but it my turn. You laid down. I skimmed your body with my eyes. A wide chest, broad shoulders, the lightest coating of hair, pinker nipples than I would have imagined, a flat stomach and then it was my turn to feast. Your cock was tremendous - large, probabably larger than others I had encountered but its beauty was in its breadth. It felt strong as it throbbed beneath my two hands ( I didn't do it to flatter you you know...I needed two hands!), your balls were large and I could not resist licking them for a few seconds as you groaned.

I could wait no longer, but I was anxious not to get to the main act. I sat up and decided to treat you to a little show. My big tits allowed me to pop one nipple in my mouth for a quick suck. Your eyes lit up. I took my hand down to my cunt which was now engorged, its juice already leaving a trail on the bed linen.

You watched hungrily as I licked one finger, opened my pussy lips and inserted it deep into my cunt. The other hand opened the lips wider and wider. Without words I was inviting you to touch my clit. Thankfully you did. I grabbed your cock, stroked its head which was glistening with pre-cum. You moved my hand and proceeded to wank with more gusto than I had ever seen.

Momentarily, I forgot my pussy and watched in fascination as you hand moved faster and faster, your cock growing redder and redder and its mighty tip moist with cum. I opened my mouth to ask a favour of you but again, you read my mind ( how do you do that?!) I lay back, played with my pussy (cunt juice was everywhere at this point and my modest strip of pubes were slicked back leaving nothing to the imagination, clit erect, lips swollen...) as you rolled up onto your side, moved up the bed and wanked with even more energy, your wet and shiny cock just centimetres from my face.

I could not resist putting out my tongue to meet it. Then I could wait no more. It was time to accept that Act 1 was over. I stroked my clit and my cunt pulsed as it came, once and then again, the delight enhanced by the splatter of warm, salty spunk spurting from your big red cock over my tits.

I lay back and let my cunt tremble in anticipation of Act 2.