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Her first time being used by another Dom.

"Stay focused, you idiot," I told myself. (Anyway, Simone's areolas were probably bigger than Brenda's boobs!)

The closeness of Simone, her perfume, her hair, her head on my shoulder was wonderfully exotic. The longer she stayed there the more and more I craved her and the more I wanted to reach for the hooks on her bra. Even though I've never been much of a numbers guy, I was getting awfully curious about her bra size, how many eye-hooks her bra would have, would she have matching panties, even what brand of bra it was.

OK. So I was getting focused, but it wasn't the kind of focus that was terribly helpful.

Soon, the set was over. My arm was still around Simone's shoulder and now her hand was holding mine in my lap. She had been holding her hand on top of mine there, but then she switched it over and the back of her hand was resting on my erect cock running down my pants, aiming at the inner side of my knee cap.

It didn't take her much time at all (a second, perhaps less) to realize that her knuckles were not resting on my thigh, but on my thing.

"Aha," she said as she turned to smile at me, "what have we here?" And with that she let go of my hand, turned hers over, and slowly felt my hard-on from its mid-shaft, up to its base, and then slowly and expertly down over the ridge of my head to its very end. She actually seemed to put one finger directly in front of the opening as if wanting to feel for pre-cum.

I was just thankful I'd worn black slacks so that if I had an unexpected orgasm (always a delightful surprise, but...), which her ministrations appeared to be starting, it wouldn't be noticeable. Uncomfortable afterwards? Yes. Worth it? Yes. Noticeable? At this point, ask me if I care.

"Ooh, this big dick feels like it's ready to burst," she said in my ear. "We should do something about that. I would hate it if you had an orgasm right here and I couldn't join you."

"I, I think I can make it OK back to my place," I kiddingly replied, "but only if you stop now and keep your hand off my cock."

After a second I added, "I can't believe I actually uttered those words."

"Yeah," she said, "I've had other men tell me similar things. It comes with the territory. And in my case there's a lot of territory!"

"You mean other men have come in their pants from just your fondling?"

"Ed, honey, I've seen men come just from watching me in a big old fashioned one-piece swimsuit get out of the river and dry off."

"Hmm," I grunted, thinking about that statement. It was at once extremely exciting and simultaneously made me jealous or envious or -- I didn't know what.

Bottom line for the moment, though: This was good, really good. The message was that Ed was getting something tonight. Wasn't there a Tim Allen joke about this? He says, "My wife can predict the future, you know. She can tell whether or not I'm going to get laid tonight!"

As we were getting up to leave I noticed that Simone had left a little bit of champagne in her glass. That must be her half-of-one percent, I thought to myself, I've got to find out about that.

We managed to make it back to my car without a stealth orgasm and, though she rested her hand on my thigh, she was careful not to overdo it.

My mind began to consider her sexual experience. Though we'd danced around the subject in very general and impersonal ways, we had not talked about techniques, birth control, numbers of partners, etc.

We both threw our coats on living room furniture and quickly made it to the bedroom. We stood next to my bed and kissed.

Now, I think I'm like most guys: kissing is cool. It's fun. But just making out is not nearly as much fun if you're pretty sure that's all that's going to happen. In other words, "OK, let's give kissing a shot for, say, twenty, maybe thirty seconds. Done? Good. Let me see your tits. Now let's fuck."

This kiss, though, was beyond all that.

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