I stand up. She cups my balls in her hand and ringing my cock with her thumb and forefinger puts it in her mouth. I push my curled fingers up under her breasts into the creases where they meet her chest. I can feel her puckered nipples rubbing against my palms. Using her breasts as handles, but gently, I  raise her to her feet. Then, with my hands on her buttocks, I press her hard against me. The tip of my cock is smearing a wet tracery around her navel.

Glued together by a film of sweat, we stand there kissing. Then, quite superfluously because I already know the answer, I say to her: 'feel yourself down there and tell me if you’re ready' -- I can hear that arousal has thickened my voice. She holds two glistening fingers up to show me then transfers them to my mouth. 'What do you think'? she asks.

I answer with a non-sequitur: 'I think the first time you do it with someone it should be face to face, with the man on top, what do you think'?

She doesn’t answer but lowers herself onto the rug, props herself up on her elbows and, locking eyes with me, spreads her legs. I kneel between her thighs and ask: 'Would you like me to go down on you'?  How courteous I am! Alternating between deference and control is proving to be very exciting. She takes hold of my cock. 'Do whatever you want with me' she says eagerly.

'I intend to; so now I want you to put your hands behind your knees and pull them up until they‘re touching your nipples'.

Again she doesn’t hesitate but exposes herself to me as freely as to a midwife. Her pubic mound is carpeted with a dark triangle of tightly packed curls like the stylized representations of pubic hair you see on classical statues. They continue as dark sideboards on either side of her vulva, but her perineum and the pale aureola surrounding her anus are, except for the merest whisps, devoid of hair. Around her vulva, the curls are on the wet side of damp.

Now, I say, put your feet on my shoulders.