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guy, having made a beeline for the vacant seat beside me, was giving
me his full attention and soon seemed oblivious to the fact that his friends
and mine were still at the same table as us. Other than telling me his name was
Gavin, he seemed more interested in finding out all there was to find out about
me.
    We chatted
solidly for two hours, except for when he went to the bar to replenish our
drinks. He was fair haired, had the deepest blue eyes and had a look of the
fabulous rock legend, Mr Jon Bon Jovi. By 1am I was smitten. He was polite,
well-mannered, interesting and more importantly – he was interested in me. Not
my looks or my body, just me. In all this time I hadn’t even noticed that all
of the girls had partnered up with Gavin’s mates and discreetly disappeared, I
had been so wrapped up in my new drinking mate. He walked me the short distance
to my flat at about 3am. We made a date for the following Saturday, he pecked
me quickly on the lips and was gone. I was impressed - a man who wasn’t out to
get laid.
    We met at
10.30am just outside the Natural History Museum that next week. We had both
visited the Museum previously, but the date was more about us spending some
time together, rather than further educating ourselves in historical knowledge.
It was a very pleasant few hours, and spent in such awesome surroundings. We
went on to Covent Garden to some quiet little restaurant where the prices were
reasonable compared with many of the others in the vicinity. We decided whilst
eating that we would return to ‘our’ wine bar. What a perfect day it turned out
to be. By midnight I was snuggling in my bed expecting to read, but finding
myself thinking more and more about Gavin. He had walked me home and we had
kissed very passionately for five or ten minutes, before he bade me goodnight
and went on his way. He was the perfect gentleman.
    Some two to
three weeks later, and after more than a few boozy late nights with our
friends, we decided it was time for a quiet night in. As I lived alone, my flat
was the better option, whereas he would have had to bribe his lodgers to go out
and even then it was not guaranteed. We had no booze, no weed, just a KFC
bargain bucket, a bottle of diet coke and a DVD. We loaded the DVD but it ended
up playing to itself as we chatted about our degree courses, our parents, our
schools, and our tastes in music.
    Taking his cue
with the subject of music cropping up, Gavin switched off the TV and searched
through my CD collection, choosing an Aerosmith album. We listened, snuggled up
and we kissed (lots) and it was the most natural thing in the world when we
slowly undressed each other and indulged in the most meaningful and deliciously
exciting foreplay I had ever experienced. Each move on his part was
tantalising, barely touching my skin, and his fingers were so gentle in their
probing, his tongue teased my nipples until they stood aroused and hard. I
shuddered excitedly in anticipation and my stomach ached for him. He drank in
every minor detail of my body and whilst doing so he took my hand in his and
guided it onto his impressive piece of manhood. I gently rubbed it up and down,
ever so slowly and he gasped in pleasure, savouring every moment until the time
felt right. I massaged his cock and he fondled my clit and gently probed into
my vagina, pushing further and further in. The moment arrived sooner rather
than later as we moved together onto the floor, not wanting to lose our
connection and with his hands cupping my face. His tool needed no further
guidance and it was my turn to gasp as he eagerly shoved his cock inside me. It
felt like heaven. His thrusts were gentle, slow and loving. He awakened all my
senses, and that feeling of being aglow was amazing. I was holding myself back,
not wanting to let go too soon. I wanted our first moment to last forever. He
was so considerate in his moves, watching my face expectantly all the time –
discovering what pleasured me the most and