I first met Dan when he contracted with my company as a consultant. In those days, the business was restructuring, and trying to avoid a hostile takeover attempt that was expected. We needed an objective, fresh viewpoint about the way that we were doing business. That was where Dan came in. I immediately liked him, his personality was so balanced, confident but with a pleasant manner that was a nice change of pace from the men I usually meet. As soon as we were introduced, that very first time that we spoke and shook hands, I felt the electricity that just seemed to naturally flow between us.

Our relationship was so exciting in the early days. At first, we were both focussed on the job at hand, but we sensed something between us, and it seemed that we were both hesitant to make the first move. I was a little surprised, because he always seemed to be such a leader, and I found myself in the role of drawing him along to me. Not that I minded, he was responsive to my subtle invitations, he just seemed like he needed a little time to get to know me and that I was receptive to him. And I was, he is a tall man, lean and in shape. I love the way that the light sparkles in his eyes when he laughs. And it may sound a little silly, but I adore the way that little crinkles show up around his eyes when he smiles at me.

Anyway, after a few weeks of working with him, some days more closely than others, I finally was able to set the stage to get Dan to ask me out. It was fun, watching him, a normally cool confident man, yet I could tell that he was a little bit nervous about what to say, and what my answer would be. Of course, after all of this effort and thought, my answer was yes when he asked me to go have coffee after work. I thought it was considerate of him to choose something that was not threatening to me, and did not imply a lot of commitment. Dan has always been good that way, showing me respect I mean.

At any rate, we had a great time that evening and the other dates too. One special day that I remember was a Saturday, and we had gone to the park to feed the ducks. The weather was cool, but the sun was warm when we got there. We were walking along the path around the pond, just a gentle breeze, not enough to muss my hair or make us cold. It was quiet, just the two of us, and a family. I remember looking at the children playing, and couldn’t stop myself from wondering if that would be for Dan and I someday.

And we had a wonderful time, walking together in the sunshine, comfortable and relaxed with each other. It was perfect when Dan and I kissed that first time. We had been playing on the playground, swinging like a couple of love-struck teenagers. The family had left, and there was a quiet stillness over the park. It was almost like . . .like there was a sense of anticipation and cooperation from nature.

That first kiss was sweet, not like other first kisses. You know, sometimes when you kiss someone for the first time, it is awkward, neither one knowing quite what to do or to expect. But it was not like that with Dan. From the first moment, we were comfortable and natural with each other. I have to admit that we spent some time kissing right there on the park bench, though I do not normally go for such things in public. But it was deserted, and I suppose that we were both carried away in the moment. But I do not want to have you think that it was some big make out session or something. It wasn’t like that at all. After a few minutes, we broke apart, and Dan just held me tenderly, his strong arm around my shoulders. To be honest, I think that we both needed a little break at that point, I know that I did. And if the bulge I saw in Dan’s trousers was any indication, I think that he needed a minute to cool down too.

You might be wondering why, after such a beautiful day, I did not just go ahead and lead Dan back to my apartment. To be honest, I was sort of thinking the same thing at the time. But I think that we both felt that it was too early in our relationship for that. I mean, yes we were aroused, and wanted each other, but I think that we knew that it was too early to go to bed, before a different level of intimacy had developed. Besides, I was having too much fun to risk ruining a budding relationship. And it was fun to tease Dan, just a little. He is a very savvy man, so I have to be careful with him when I make little comments or dress just a little bit too sexy. But back in those days, I think it made him hot, and I liked doing that to him. I just didn’t want him to get so hot that he started thinking about other women. I don’t think that he really did think about other women, at least not in any serious way after I got his attention.

Anyhow, after a few weeks, it became obvious to both of us that there was something real growing. Dan was so attentive, and so caring toward me. It seemed that there was never a day that I did not get some attention from him, whether it was a little present, or a touch and a caress. I was in heaven. My friends and family commented on how happy I looked and acted, and I must admit that I certainly felt ecstatic. And that happiness and those feelings were very well expressed in our physical relationship as well.

I remember the first time that we made love, and it was wonderful. Dan and I had been out to dinner, then a nightclub, dancing, and laughing, teasing just a bit. Well, to be honest, maybe more than just a bit of teasing was going on in the back of the limousine. Anyway, after the nightclub, we went back to my place, and made love. It was sweet, very hot, very passionate, and there was noting else in the universe for either one of us. We were totally focussed on each other, and on giving and feeling pleasure. I still get this little knot deep inside whenever I remember that night.

But as special and as passionate as that night was, I remember the next weekend in an even more intense way. You see, by that point, Dan was between assignments, and of course I rarely have to work on a Saturday. So we had all of Saturday, Sunday, and after I called in sick, Monday to ourselves. While I tend to view mornings as an evil necessity that must be survived, Dan is much more of a morning person. So it was a pleasant change to be woken by the smell of crisp frying bacon. When I got to my kitchenette, the sight of this tall, lean man wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and frying bacon secretly stunned me.

As he stood there, his shoulders looked so broad, while at the same time his butt looked so cute. When he turned and looked at me, I was enraptured by the slow, boyish grin that spread across his face. His eyes lit up as he handed me a cup of coffee, and I was amazed that he had thought to look for the flavored creamer in the fridge. Everything about him was perfect, and I felt passion and desire warm the middle of my body. I must admit that it was fun to eat in the living room, watching cartoons on TV.

Somehow, it just became a natural evolution for us to continue our lovemaking from the night before. Dan reached over, and stroked my leg, his fingers trailing the outside of my thigh. His touch was electric, and I felt a thrill course through my body. I reached over and kissed him, my tongue probing his hungry mouth. And his passion was aroused, my wrist touching his already-erect penis as I reached across his body to hold his hip. Dan told me that he loved me, and I melted, letting my body fall back to the floor. Dan responded by holding himself over me, kissing my neck and throat with what I can only describe as tender passion.

And his passion fueled my own fire. I felt my body moistening, and heat rushed to my chest, spreading between my legs. I kissed him back, my desire making me ache for him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him loosely, a grip that did not seem to bother him in the least. As his strong hands trailed over my hips, my hand reached down, stroking his erection through his boxers.

Dan did exactly what I wanted him to do, gently pulling my top off, and caressing my breasts with his fingernails and lips. He traced my upper body, drawing passion lines over me; I swear I could feel his touch even after his fingertips had moved along. I felt a thrill course through me as his light touch stiffened my nipples, and then moved along, following the curve of my breast. Dan laid me back, and as I raised my hips, he removed my panties.

I actually gasped as his tongued danced from my breasts, down my soft belly toward my pussy. Dan took his soft, pink tongue, and teased me without mercy. He drew his tongue down that little crease where my leg and my pussy meet. It was sweet torture, wanting him to give me release, but loving every second of the attention from his talented mouth.

His ministrations became less teasing, more. . focussed as my passion rose. He seemed to be so in tune with my needs, it was like he was inside my head. I had never experiences such synergy with anyone, let alone a new lover. But soon, as his flicking tongue pressed my clitoris, such thoughts fled from my mind. In fact, I think that it is safe to say that all thought left me, as I became a purely feeling, sensual being.

I have heard people compare a woman’s orgasm to rolling waves of pleasure, while a man’s is more of an explosion. That day, I learned that a woman can have an explosion of her own My God, it was intense, and looking back, it seemed to last a long time, though at the time, I had no conscious thought of the time.

And that brings me to the part that truly astonished me. Even though Dan must have been incredibly turned on, he did the most amazing thing: He waited, helping me to experience the warm afterglow. That is, he nuzzled me, his tongue and lips caressing, not teasing, not tickling, instead simply pleasing me. Dan explored me, his satiny-smooth tongue knowing where to go, while avoiding my overly sensitive clitoris. It was amazing, the way that he probed me, almost a mirror image of the way that he started, bringing me back full circle through the stages of arousal.

Then, as I became more and more aroused, he moved up next to me, turning me on my side so that I faced him, kissing me, sharing with me. I could feel his erect penis against my leg, and when he began to seep that clear slippery fluid on my thigh, I knew that I wanted him inside me. And Dan knew it too, and finally chose to give me what I so desperately wanted. He turned me, sliding between my opening thighs, rubbing his erect, slick cock up and down my slit, and pleasing us both with the sensation.

As his muscular arms held him over me, Dan looked into my eyes and said, "I love you". As I told him of my feelings, entered me, slowly, more gently than needed. But that is not to say that he continued to be too gently and easy. Dan seemed to instinctively know how much to thrust, how fast, and exactly where. As I felt him thicken, he became more insistent, thrusting deeper, with more urgency. And his rising passion fueled my own, I felt my orgasm rising again, somehow rougher or maybe harder is a better word. It doesn’t surprise me, or even much matter that I cannot find the words that I am looking for, all that I remember is that as I returned to myself, gasping, I felt Dan reach his climax. I felt him tense, and his cock grew to such proportions that I thought he would burst. Gasping, he thrust into me, and as my hands raked his back he climaxed.

I suppose the most romantic thing that could have happened next would be if he tenderly looked at me, and repeated his words of undying love. But that would not be the truth, as my poor, exhausted baby nearly collapsed, turning me as he lay beside me, our bodies still entwined. I think that he was beyond words, as he tried to catch his breath, sweat streaming down his face and his back.

After a few minutes, as our bodies began to cool from their heated passion, Dan reached up to the back of the couch, pulling the knit afghan over us, and we dozed as we cuddled, not really awake, but neither quite asleep. For my part, I was not nearly so exhausted, but rather, relaxed, satisfied, content as I watched Dan recovering from his passionate efforts, satisfied and a little scared in his love for me.