She was obviously prepared, a towels lays across our double bed, subdued lighting and drawn curtains are enhanced by incense sticks burning slowly on the side. A bowl of fragrant oil sits by the bed in preparation of what's to come. My shirt has gone now, and I feel a gentle tugging at my belt, which is soon accompanied on the floor by my trousers, then pants. She smiles in appreciation of my manhood, standing proud and angry, in anticipation of what's to come. I lay down face first on the towel, and catch a glimpse of her in the mirror, what a sight, sheathed only in black hold-up stockings, and coming to me, hands slippery with warm oil. Her hands, strong but soft, glided across my neck and shoulders, a tingling moving down my spine, as her warm hands moved lower on my back. Again I sighed, one of absolute contentment as well as anticipation. I feel a weight moving onto my thighs as she straddles me to better massage from my shoulders, down my spine, my sides, and then the top of my buttocks. My manhood, harder than ever grows even more. I feel a warm liquid dribbling onto my back, more oil, and then her body, her breasts and stomach, gliding with some force, giving an overall body rub, so erotic. She moans as her pubic bone presses against me, and her legs open to straddle my leg, her mound moving up and down my leg, coating it with her juices. She turns me over, and I feast upon the sight of her nakedness. The swell of her breasts, accentuated with ever hardening nipples, glowing from the sheen of massage oil. Her stomach, the swell of her mound, lightly dressed with trimmed pubes, and her pouting lips, glistening from a mixture of oil and her juices. Her hands once more work their magic across my chest, a glow spreading from there to other less comfortable area of my body. She dips her head and licks my nipple, a shiver runs through me, she moves lower, and I feel her hot breath caressing my hardness, soon enveloped in the warmth and moistness of her mouth, before her tongue encircles my helmet, and traces down my length. Then once again its length disappearing between glistening lips of her mouth. Heaven and hell, all in one. My hands move down to cup her breasts, the hardness of each nipple pushing into the palm of each hand, before I move my thumbs to tweak each in turn. Again she sighs, and I agree. Slowly she manoeuvres higher up my body, until she sits astride of my groin. Her mound pressing into my hardness, moving her lips across its length, causing ripples of pleasure to course through both our bodies. Then she moves higher, before slowly sinking down, impaling herself onto my hardness. Slowly, very slowly the tip enters her warm moist welcoming vagina, bit by bit, easing further in, until I sigh in contentment, enclosed totally within. She smiles that wicked smile, and stoops to kiss again, or tongues urgent with each other. She rocks on me, sighing with each movement, her muscles gripping me with increasing force. I raise my head to lick and suck those gorgeous nipples, tantalising just a few inches away from my eager mouth. Her actions become more urgent and longer, moving with increasing speed. I feel my seeds rising, hope she will soon be there, I know I can’t last much longer, then her head is back, she bites her lower lip, and I feel a tightening within her as her orgasm comes, just in time, as I explode within, with such power of release I have seldom known. Then we are laughing with relief, such passion seldom experienced by many, yet easy for two people, strangers in effect, but at ease with their experience. As I slip out we kiss again, gentler now as the moment has passed, but still in anticipation, as we both know there is more to come. She disappears for a few minutes, I hear a clinking sound, and then she is stood in the doorway. Bottle of chilled champagne and glasses in hand, I know what is next. We open the bottle and fill the glasses. The first sip is delightful, chilled sparkling wine slips down my throat, the bubbles fizzing across my tongue. We kiss, exchange the chilled mixture between our mouths, before swallowing, her tongue following across mine. I break the kiss, but only to gently dip her nipple into my glass, the cold wine hardening her nipple, before I bend my head and take it into my eager mouth, licking the bubbles off her nipple, and warmly teasing it with my tongue. She sighs, then takes a sip of champagne herself. I take a mouthful of wine, hold it there, before again taking her breast into my mouth, swirling the chilled wine around her nipple again, she sighs and shivers with delight, The best way to drink champagne, off the breast. We pause from the drink, and kiss again, slowly but with passion, I cup her breast, and gently squeeze her nipples, which quiver in my hand. I breakaway, and leave for a few minutes, returning unknown to her with an ice cube. She's laid across the bed, eyes closed in contentment, but soon open wide as I run the ice cube around her nipple, which hardens an jumps to full erectness. She is not too pleased at this, but soon moans as my warm mouth once again closes around its hardness, only to be replaced again by the cold ice. She playfully slaps me away, but I am not discouraged, and again replace the ice with my mouth. She seems to be enjoying this as she again sighs aloud. I run the ice around her breast, closely following its path with my warm mouth, the contrast teasing her body, and making her squirm with anticipation. I run it down to her mound, lightly covered in natural blonde hairs, but avoid her most sensitive areas, before pushing down her inner thigh with ice and tongue. The ice almost gone now, melted in the heat of passion, but my tongue still willing, tracing a path to her vaginal lips, tasting her sweetness, and adding to the wetness between her thighs. She sighs again as I tease open her lips, and thrust my tongue gently into her passage, before sweeping upward to her erect clitoris, circling around to give her as much pleasure as she can take. I delve down again to taste her sweet juices, before inserting my finger in a rhythmic motion, and taking her clitoris between my lips, gently sucking. She sighs and again shakes in the thoughts of her climax, with a blush of pleasure sweeping across her breasts into her neck and face. I raise myself over her body, pulling her legs up as I go, before plunging into her with some urgency. Our mouths meet, tongues teasing each other, as I build a steady rhythm, long and not too fast, as I know I will not last long if I do. I rest a moment deep within, but she urges me on with her nails across my back. I push forward and she buckles with pleasure, my rhythm building now as I approach my climax. Too soon I am there, bursting deep within her, rigid in my pleasure, gazing upon her face, smiling in her own ecstasy. We part and fall side by side, breath coming in great gulps, as if we had forgotten to breath in our frenzied moment. We kiss again but more gently, before filling our glasses with the champagne, and relaxing in the afterglow.