It's Great to Make New Friends Part II

OK, I've provided the intro to my new connection with Molly. She and I agreed to get together for more than talk, and I was true to my word. For the comfort of us both, I asked where she'd like to meet. Without hesitation, she said "Your Place - I Want to See Where a Guy like You Hangs his Hat!" I agreed, and she arrived on time - as though there was some kind of urgency.

When she arrived at my house, there was both anxiety and excitement in her eyes. I welcomed her in, so she could see what I'd done for her. You see, during my initial in-person meeting with Molly, there never was ONE mention of her being respected - romanced - treated like she was special. I chose to take care of that in our first rendezvous. When she entered, she found a dining table set with a meal fully catered. Candles in the middle, linen table cloth and napkins, stemmed wine glasses, etc. I threw everything I could think of to ensure she WAS special - from the first moment on.

I took her coat, and hung it up, in an entry closet. "He has never helped me with my coat, and has NEVER, EVER presented me with such a table!" I simply walked over to her, held her for a brief time, and whispered into her ear "It's high time, Molly!" I kissed her ever so lightly on her lips. I then seated her, and we talked as we dined. She spilled her guts, often with tears. I learned much that evening. Every time I had the opportunity, I doted on her in some small way. There were flowers, of course. There was dining music - classical and New Age piano. The wine flowed, we laughed some - in between her tears - and we stared into each others' eyes.

"Jon, no one could ever treat me better! This is the greatest experience of my life!" I helped her rise from her chair, and blew out the candles. I then guided her to the master bath. I drew a bubble bath while I helped her undress. Once complete nude, I stood her in front of a large mirror. She stood in front of me, and I verbally guided her into a process of self-affirmation. We pursued every inch of her body - mind - spirit. I began to get her to talk to herself, as I caressed her with my soft hands. I guided her in telling the woman in the mirror how fascinating - how beautiful - how sexy she truly is. It was difficult at first, but my gentle coaxing - with objective commentary - set her off. She had a change of tone in her voice, and look in her face. She was now speaking in assertive tones - as though she was lecturing her husband: "I am beautiful, I am smart, I am sexy, I am special!"

I slowly turned her around, and helped her get into the tub full of bubbles. As she reached for the scrungie I had placed on the tub, I took it from her. "No, Molly - you will receive as I give!" As soon as I wetted and soaped the scrubber, she had tears in her eyes. I began to wash her. She sighed, she gasped, she moaned. I got her clean as a whistle, with some body parts much cleaner than others. Head to toe - side to side - all around. She was deprived of nothing during her bath. Molly was breathing heavily, and I asked her what she wanted. She said she wanted to have her "private areas" touched. I responded with "Molly, are you saying you want me to scrub and massage your cunt?" She was so involved in the tactile stimulation of her experience, she only nodded. I responded with "Molly, if you want me to stimulate your cunt, tell me so!" She struggled for the words, but I finally heard "Jon, play with my cunt!"

That was a breakthrough, for she'd mentioned in the past that "dirty" language was not her thing. All of a sudden, with the right combination of things and events, she'd broken through. I massaged and rubbed and fingered and digitally penetrated her trimmed cunt. Before I knew it, she arched - gasped - and let out an incredibly loud moan, followed by several slightly softer emanations from her throat. She orgasmed in an insane, loud, animated way.

From there, it was easy to pleasure her. I finished her bath, stood her up as the water and bubbles drained from the tub, then toweled her off softly and slowly. She was breathing hard again, and I knew she wanted and was ready for more. Into the bed I whisked here. Lying on fresh sheets, I lay next to her, and began kissing and licking and nibbling and caressing and fingering and penetrating her. She went a bit crazy, but it a great way.

I did nothing for myself until she'd orgasmed a 2nd time. Thereafter, I lay on top of her - nose to nose - and asked "Molly, what do you want right now?" She looked up at me, tears once more, and said, "I want you - I want what I've been denied - I want to be complete!" From there, it was simply a pull-up-the-comforter moment, and I gave her everything I had in the way of sexually pleasuring her. I kept it pretty straight, relatively-speaking, but snuck in a few things raising the bar. I nibbled and bit, and pinched and slapped a bit. Not to harm, but to help her understand her every wish was my command. We merged our bodies, as though we'd been together a lifetime. I was committed to giving her one more orgasm - this time with us working her body together - before I would allowing my own peak of expression from my loins.

We've been together once more since, and it is my plan to continue to service her needs and desires. She is, indeed, a great lover. She simply needed someone who believed in her and was willing to give and receive.

The pic is for readers, but I promised her I'd not show her face. With that said, I could not resist showing the beautiful mouth that worked my body on two separate occasions.