I've finally meet a woman that turns me on sexually. I didn't get to spend much time with her. An hour tops, but our conversation was great. We have a lot in common, and in that small amount of time I kept thinking we would hit it off wonderfully, given the chance to spend more time together, building a relationship. There's one problem, how do I tell this woman I want to be more than her friend? How do I tell her that while we were sitting and talking my eyes kept wandering to her breasts, and that I was wondering what she'd look like with her sweater off? I've spent all night wet while at work, dreaming of what I'd love to do to and with her given the chance.

I can see her clear as day spread out naked on my bed, hands restrained by the cuffs I bought just for her. Her legs slightly spread with a sexual haze in her eyes as I crawl towards her, running my tongue up her leg.

Teasing her, wanting her to beg me with her body.

But I stop just a breath away from tasting her, instead I continue up her stomach past her belly button to her breasts. God there perfect.

They fit in my hands as if they were made just for me. Her nipples taste like peaches.

She's got her hands wrapped around the metal bars on the bed, her back arching to offer up more of her breast to my mouth, tongue and teeth. I want to go slow and savor this. There's no rushing this one, she's perfect and deserves to be treated as a queen. I take my time, gently cupping and sucking her breasts. Rolling her nipple between my fingers and teeth. Exploring her body, her likes and dislikes. I run my tongue up her neck, gently biting, then to her ear where I run my tongue along the shell of her ear and barely, with the lightest breath do I breath into her ear. You can see the shivers run down her spine as she jerks on the bed. I turn my head the slightest bit and lean in for a kiss. Just exploring her lips, running my tongue over them, asking her to open for me. Then I'm exploring her mouth, her tongue on mine is a turn on.

I've never kissed another woman this way before, and I can't get over how excited it makes me. I lightly rain kisses along her jaw line, eyes and forehead, as I run my hands up and down her arms. Her skin is so soft, so different from my husbands. I lean down for another sweet kiss, hands going back to her breasts, caressing them, enjoying the feel of another woman's breasts in my hand. They feel so different from my own. I can't stop touching and tasting her breasts. But I can tell she wants me lower, she's barely raising her hips up off the bed, just barely feeling for something to ride. But these peaches and cream breasts are holding my attention right now.

I can't stop sucking on them. Since I'm not quite ready to give her softness the attention it deserves I slide one hand down from her breasts to her personal place, gently rubbing back and forth.

As soon as my fingers touch her there she moans and jerks upwards onto my fingers.

And she's so wet, it makes me draw more of her breast into my mouth, sucking harder than I was.

That brings another moan from her.

I want her to cum for me, I want to taste her juices, and make her cum again with my mouth, feeling her contract on my tongue. She's withering on the bed, thrashing and moaning. And I can't wait for her to cum for me, I pick up the speed and pressure on her personal place. Wanting to taste her now, but refusing to go down on her until she cums. I have to taste her that way first. She's yanking on the bonds I've placed on her wrists, trying to reach for who knows what, when she cums. I feel her whole body vibrate with it. But instead of diving right in I take my time retracing my steps. I run my tongue down her stomach, stopping briefly at her belly button to dip my tongue in. Then I slide in between her legs, spreading them wide, and blow on her wet softness, she moans and shivers. Then I slip my tongue in her softness, and now I'm the one moaning. If I thought her tits tasted like peaches there is nothing compared to her softness. I'm sliding my tongue in and out of her as deep as I can get it, and it's not enough, not by far. But she's enjoying it, she's lifting her hips up to meet each thrust, grinding on my face. I start to slide my tongue in, and then when I pull it out I run it up over her personal place. Again and again and again. Her hips are moving, urging me to go faster. With a woman like this you can do nothing but what she wants. She's getting close, her leg muscle's are tightening up, her back is arching high, and her head is thrown back. She's reaching for it, it's building and she screams in pleasure as she cums. My tongue buried deep in her softness, tasting her. God knows I don't want to stop her, but it's time to go home for the night. I hope I dream about her.