I was working as an admin assistant to a senior executive and we got along fine. I was 27 and he was 62. But we got along fine. One day, we started talking and the conversation turned to, as he put it, the pleasures of the flesh. He told me that he really liked something, something secret. One of his favorite things, was to have a young girl, cleaned and bathed, brought to him completely naked and set up at the table, on her back, or better still leaning back on her hands, presenting him with her legs wide open and her open sex for him to feast on.

He described to me how he would gently indulge in her sex, with long soft suckles of her fleshy love button, to long deep drinks from her vagina, how he would explore every part of her sex with his mouth and tongue, and how he would open the flower with his hand and search deep within her, until she was no longer able to sit at which time he would stand and thrust his shaft into her.

He told me this in a quiet story, I was sitting in front of him and he was holding my hands. I could feel what he said, and he said maybe it was my time and that he would enjoy taking me places I had never been.

He invited me to his seaside cottage, and after a day of sightseeing around the town, he sent me to bathe, with specific instructions about how he wanted me to present myself to him. He sat me on the table, at the head of the table, leaning back on my hands and opened my legs until everything was exposed. What he did next was beyond comprehension, hot searing flashes, punctuated by long moments of incredible deep pleasure, to be taken again to points of the most delicious pain I have ever felt, and then he rose and thrust himself into me and I fell apart, completely unable to control my body. Was it a minute or an hour, I could not tell. It was both over in an instant, and it lasted forever.

One time, only once, he took me to the seaside cottage. I don't know if you can go twice, if you can go if you know what is going to happen.