Up in the air – our version – chapter two

One of the things I think we shared was clean sex. By that I mean we would invariably shower prior to the serious business of good sex. Although, I don’t think we ever had sex in the shower. A head job at the side of the road was slightly uncomfortable for me only because the target of Tracy’s affection was not a model of cleanliness after hours of driving. Cleanliness breeds sexual adventure in the bedroom and, as it turns out, elsewhere. Good sex involves oral sex, lots of unhurried oral pleasures. Tracy’s vagina had a consistent light sweet taste. I never tired of that taste or the ample wet that encouraged me. Oral sex paused only for orgasm. She had a habit of coming fairly easily. No matter, I would allow a brief rest to catch her breath, spread her obliging legs and feast again. The cleanliness is also reminds me of pleasing Tracy anally. I don’t know what experience she had with pleasures anal prior to me. It’s not something you ask and hopefully not something you ever have to answer. “Have you taken it up the ass before dear?” I had the feeling most of what we were doing was new to both of us. Perhaps a clean shaven derriere is a clear indicator that a new partner might enjoy a bit of anal pleasuring. This was certainly the case with Tracy.

I find anything new in the bedroom tends to get the adrenaline going to the point of almost shaking nervousness.