The First Time w Harley

Our first time together was awesome. 

We went out a few times.  A lot of kissing.  Fair amount of hand holding.  A little bit of serious heavy petting.  But no sex.  Now, I don't know if men know it or not, but women do think about sex.  In this case, I wondered if or when Harley was going to make a move.  And how.  I think I spent a lot of time daydreaming about the "how".  Especially in the shower.  And early mornings when I was laying in bed.  Maybe I can be accused of being overly traditional too, but I was going to let him make the first move.  However, I had already decided that, if he did, I was good w it.

We were at dinner on maybe our third or fourth date.  I asked if he would like to go to Disney World w me.  I had many friends who worked there and had been given a few passes.  I don't remember now if I said that someday I wanted to stay a few days overnight in one of the Disney hotels or if Harley asked me first if I had ever stayed in a Disney hotel.  Either way, we finished dinner picking out the dates to go and stay for a few days.  And trust me, I made sure those dates were right around the corner too.

We spent the day at the Magic Kingdom and it was magical.  I had a blast w Harley.  He's a riot.  Splash Mountain has always been my favorite.  Harley was a big fan of the Pirates and Thunder Mountain.  As much fun as the day had been, it was nothing compared to the night.  And maybe because we each knew what the night would bring, Harley was being an awful tease.  His hands were always brushing against my private bits.  And a few times standing in line, he nibbled along the back of my neck.  (FYI, nothing gets my juices flowing like having my neck kissed). 

I was the one who finally asked if we could see if our room was ready.  God knows I was!!!

I cannot speak for all women.  Just for me.  Sometimes I like sex to be romantic and to be made love too.  And sometimes I simply want to be fucked.  Harley is an expert at both.

Romantic sex is hard to describe.  Harley insisted on carrying me across the thresh-hold into our room.  I later learned this was a long time fantasy of his (he rarely told me about any "fantasies").  Apparently, he had wanted to carry his wife across their thresh-hold when they married, but she put up a fuss.  I do not always understand women either!!!  Inside, I asked him to let me PLEASE shower first.  I was sweaty.  I felt dirty.  And I really wanted to slip into something special for him.  Ever the gentleman, Harley told me to take as long as I wanted.  I don't know if it matters to anyone, but we were staying at the Wilderness Lodge.  It was beautiful.   I wanted to hurry . . . and I wanted to relax at the same time . . . there was a swarm of butterflies in my tummy . . . I tried to focus on the task at hand . . . shower, make-up, hair . . . and then slip into what I hoped he was going to love.  I came out of the room wearing a white chemise, white thong, white hose, and after a lot of debate, white heels (I really was not sure about the heels.  A girlfriend had told me to do it.  It was way out of the box for me then).  I was surprised to see, when I left the bathroom, that he had brought candles to light the bedroom.  And in the candle-light, he visually took in every bit of me.  Harley made me feel like a priceless treasure.  Like I said though, its hard to really describe being made love too and all the feelings that are going through me.  I expected the clothes - my clothes - to be taken off immediately.  Silly me!!!  What I remember most (well, maybe not "most") is that my outfit did not come off!!!  We kissed, he nuzzled my neck, he took my breast into his mouth . . . I still get wet when I remember him doing that for the first time . . . then he removed my thong.  Only my thong.  He kept my heels on me so apparently my girlfriend had told me right.  And then he tasted me.  I cannot even begin to describe what I was feeling.  He would kiss me sometimes and I delighted at feeling my wetness on his lips.  In time, he came up between my legs.  Before he entered me that first time, he took my hands and held them in his above my head, he kissed me, then he raised up to stare into my eyes - w me looking back into his - while he slowly slid inside me.