My Top 10 best ever blow jobs: Number 9 I should point out that these are purely in qualitative order not chronological so following the sequence (if you’re sad enough to try) will make less sense. Some might say from No 10 that I was a late starter, well I may have been but that’s OK – I feel as though my later adventures made up for it. OK so number 9, who for the ease of telling I will call Yvette, because she was (probably still is) French. I was intrigued by her accent and of course by the reputation French girls have, I can’t vouch for them all but Yvette certainly lived up to the stereotype. As blowjobs go, this possibly wouldn’t merit a top ten placement, not if taken in mechanical isolation, but it was the circumstances around and leading up to it that really made it memorable and therefore special and, earns it a place in the top ten. We met at work. This is now about 6 or seven years later. I was sent to inspect the facility she managed to see if it was suitable for further uses that might save money. She was expecting me and expecting a fight, I was after her precious resources and from a central office and probably didn’t understand the job they were doing. She was prepared (I later learned) to be on the defensive. I arrived at reception, was directed to her office where I knocked on the door and was invited in. I mumbled the usual apologies about being 5 minutes late as I entered, and closed the door and then turned to her. Expecting a reply but she just sat there looking at me. Oh dear, I thought, this is going to be harder than I thought. She snapped out of it, we’ve all done it, bumped back into the room after being miles away – I thought she must have remembered something important - I was notorious for doing it all the time, and said so. We shook hands coffee was offered – all the usual preliminaries to what everyone is expecting to be a difficult negotiation. “OK” she said with a sigh “lets get the tough bit over with – what are you actually wanting from us” I held her eyes for a moment (I had just been on a course of some kind which spoke of the importance of pauses and silence and eye contact as tactics) then smiled. “Well the fact is that I’m not certain that we want anything at all” she looked puzzled and I pressed on “you see we’re not even sure this is the right place – but lets assume for a moment it is, and it all works out without disturbing what you guys already do – we’re looking for an hour and a half twice a week in the evening” “That’s it?” “Yup, that’s it” I didn’t tell her that higher up the food chain much more draconian requirements had been rumoured. They had obviously filtered down, as planned making what I really wanted sound quite attractive. She laughed and heaved a big sigh – “that’s great then, let me give you the tour” An hour later, the winter sky was darkening and we had finished, shaking hands and saying goodbye there was a pregnant pause as we both stood stock still. We both laughed as we simultaneously blurted out something about going for a drink. I said I’d love to but, being the slightly older and wiser young man than the boy in the back seat with number 10 I had learned a lot about my limitations. “I’m a lousy drinker on an empty stomach, mind if we have something to eat first?” 20 minutes later we were seated in a Chinese restaurant looking through the menu, and an hour and a half later in the bay window of a nice pub with a couple of drinks. I was watching her – Brunette, good complexion, quite short, page boy hair cut, full figured but by no means overweight and with an increasingly naughty glint in her eyes. I was certainly very interested and, I sensed the feeling was mutual. Hard to believe but before we knew it last order were being called so I offered to drive her home – “do you know what I really want?” I looked and smiled “if it’s the same as me you want to invite me home with you” She explained that her landlady was a bit of a snoop and she really would like coffee with me but would I mind if it was at my place. I did a quick mental calculation about just how much of a tip my flat was and decided it was just about decent enough but mumbled the usual blokey apologies about never having enough time. Another twenty minutes and we’re walking hand in hand through my door – ever hopeful as a guy I was still accepting that this might just be coffee chat, maybe a snog (there had already been some of that in the car). First date action such as number 10 had yet to be repeated. We decided against coffee and had a brandy instead – I’d recently been introduced to it and had a half decent bottle from a birthday not long before. We sat on my sofa sipping chatting and touching first with finger tips, then with hands then holding then the glasses were laid down on the coffee table and we were horizontal on the sofa in a full on horny embrace with lots of kissing and stroking. A button was tentatively plucked at, I can’t remember who’s then another, and another. Now skin was being stroked as the loosened buttons allowed restricted access to carefully placed hands, hers and mine. The kisses moved from mouths to necks, to ears to shoulders and back to mouths, taking the plunge I kissed down her chin, her neck to the top of her chest and then to the top of her bra, tracing gentle kisses along the upper side of each breast, staying close to the line of the bra. Her hands continued exploring me then grasping the back of my head. I let my tongue sip inside the top of her bra – not quit reaching the nipple but the teasing proximity had the desired effect. I gently eased her bra down, exposed a perfectly shaped nipple with a narrow ring of areole, and traced a circle around it with the tip of my tongue, then did the same to the other side. I looked her in the eye, kissed her hard on the mouth opening mine to invite her tongue to probe and then, pulled away and swiftly sucked one nipple quite firmly while squeezing the other. I was rewarded with a satisfying gasp. Then she stopped. Pushed me away and stood up. “No” she said firmly. Game over for now, I thought and stood up to put an arm around her, in a “that’s OK” kind of gesture. “I don’t mean No, she said, I mean yes but not until I’ve had a shower – it’s been a long day at work in your horrible English central heating” She was entirely happy when I said I only had a bath – “that’ll do” Did I mention her English was fluent with barely a trace of French accent? I ran a bath and as I was doing so she came up behind me and teasingly started to undress … me. By the time it was ready, I was completely naked and turning round I expected to find her the same but she stood before me, still fully clothed and laughing at the expression on my face. “I undressed you, the leased you can do is return the favour, “ she said. So I did! As I pulled at her panties, the only thing left I leaned towards her darkly bushy pubis to kiss her. She stopped me gently with her hands on my chin; bending down to kiss me she said “not until after the bath. With that she, hopped in. and I followed. What a gentleman I was, I had the tap end! It was an enormously horny experience; we washed each other all over, slowly and lingeringly soaping each other down, rinsing with a flannel – “Have you had a bath with a girl before?” She asked, “Yes, have you with a guy” and so it developed each move started being punctuated with a sex question – it became a silly truth game. Have you ever done this, or that, we looked into each other’s eyes as we played, assessing the truth of the answer given. “When did you first have sex?”, “Have you ever sucked a cock” she asked. No I replied, truthfully, “Would you like to?” “Hey no fair - it’s my turn to ask” – “you can ask two next time” “Would you like to suck a man’s cock?” “No” I lied “Liar – I saw your cock jump as you thought about it” “Well yes, maybe I am a little curious” I learned through the game that she had sucked a woman off; she had had anal sex and had a threesome both with two guys and with two girls. I felt quite inadequate, as so far, my naked in the car romp with number 10 had been my most daring adventure yet. So she said – “is there anything you really, really want to do that you haven’t done yet?” “I want to go done on a completely shaved pussy, what about you” I learned that she had never managed to make a man come in her mouth. “I’ve often tried but never quite made it” “Hmm” I replied. She leaned past me and pulled the plug and as we both stood enjoying the slippery sensation of our wet bodies together she ran the hot tap, and used a flannel to wash the soapy residue from my body, then handed me the flannel to do the same. “I can’t stand the taste of soap” she said as she kissed me, pushing herself against my state of arousal. I got out and held her hand to support her and then she paused. Hang on a minute, with that she turned to my bathroom cabinet and started rooting around – she returned with a razor and a new blade. “Don’t go away” and she was gone, “wont be a sec” she called and kept shouting assurances that she wouldn’t be long. Moments later she was back with a small pair of scissors “I knew I had these in my bag somewhere”. She threw a towel over the loo seat and sat down, her legs parted. She started snipping away at what had been a luxuriant bush dropping great tufts on the floor. She spoke in a very broken pattern, obviously concentrating on what she was doing. “Well, tonight” she began “we are” snip, “going to” snip “give” snip, snip, “each other” … snip, snip “our missing fantasies” snip. “There” I looked and her rich and luxuriant bush of dark pubic hair had been replaced by a close cropped matt. “Now Don’t be disappointed” she said as she leaned to the bath and turned on the hot tap again, and picked up the razor that lay waiting, this isn’t going to look like a ten year old girl” “Well that’s good, I have no interest in ten year old girls, only women for me” “good” she smiled and picked up my tin of shaving foam and without watching what she was doing, held my gaze and smothered her pussy with a big mass of foam. I knelt in front of her and watched ever move closely. Little if anything was said as the atmosphere between us was so charged. I had been so engaged with what was happening that I had quite forgotten I was naked and very turned on. I watched each stroke and relished the occasional glimpse of minute detail that I was able to see through the ever-changing swirls of foam and movement of the razor. Another massive pump from my foam was put into her hand and then smothered over her sex. It looked like a big white bush but she opened her legs a little wider and stroked again with the blade. “Just finish completely to make it nice and smooth”. The razor was thrown across the room and she stood, stepped again into the bath and held the flannel under the tap and rinsed her newly shaven pussy one last time. Each stoke of the flannel revealed a little more of her totally bald pussy – I was enthralled and so was my penis. Yvette stepped out of the bath again and pulled me to her in a tight tongue wrestling snog and embrace. Slowly I kissed my way down her body until I was close to that beautiful, smooth, freshly revealed pussy. Yvette put a towel on the edge of the bath and sat down, spreading her legs for me as she did and leaned back. “It’s all yours” I smiled and looked. This was a thoroughly beautiful vagina in front of me, and quite hairless, and quite smooth and being given, for the moment, exclusively to me. I touched gently at first, keeping my finger tips barely touching, tracing the lines and the contours, loving the smoothness and being deliberately careful to avoid, for the moment, any contact that might get her started. I heard her breathing become deeper; she was obviously enjoying the attention and the teasing. I have no idea how long I worshipped her sex with just delicate, surface fingertip touch –but I loved every moment. I heard her breath deeply; letting out the breath with a shaky, staccato beat. I sensed she now wanted more. I adjusted my position so that I could stroke her crack from top to bottom, fascinated by the delicate seal that seemed to keep her labia together. My finger rand down as far as her anus which I teased and then back up, slowly following that line all the way through and up to her naval, which I kissed, and then back down. This time, at the lowest part of her crack I detected a change, where her labia had been lightly touching they were starting to part, a delicate droplet of her own lubrication was pushing it’s way through, I collected as much as I could, it was only a small drop, and painted a line of it with my finger tip along the length of her crack, she pulled her legs wider apart and I watched as her lips opened like a movie of an opening flower. I leaned in and licked with just the tip of my tongue, Starting with delicate and gentle touch to her clitoris that made her gasp and down, probing deeper and lapping the juice which was now starting to flow freely, Now I almost lost control, I just buried my face in her pussy, allowing every part to rub over the soaking gash. My forehead, my nose, my chin, each cheek in turn, the sensation of my face being able to glide over her smooth and lubricated skin was quite amazing. I Puller each of her lips into my mouth in turn, I sucked at her clitoris, I rubbed with mu hands, I took a sodden hand to her breast and smothered a nipple in her own juice while I sucked, then jumped my mouth to suck it off again, I took my cock and rubbed it hard over her pussy and loved the view of my swollen head ploughing through the folds but I was careful not to penetrate. Now I looked at her, gasping, breathing heavily and slightly trembling as she supported her body with two arms reaching back over the bath. Now I buried my face between her pussy lips again, licked and sucked and moved to her clit. Moving my hands to join in with one finger I penetrated her anus, with another her very willing vagina “Yes” – she shouted quite hoarsely, I fingered fast and deep while sucking hard with my tongue flicking at her engorged clitoris that was being pulled between my teeth by my suction. She started thrusting, pushing herself harder onto my mouth until finally, I had another first – she was a screamer! She screamed and thrashed, and fucked my mouth with her groin as I forced my fingers deeper into her arse and fanny. It wasn’t quite a squirt but certainly a gush, a massive warm flow of juice began to run down my chin so I instantly let go of her clit and moved my mouth down to her opening and gulped greedily, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of her beautifully sweet warm and slightly oily love juice. Her movements became to calm, and so did I, once she was still and settled back down on the bath edge I eased away, to look at her gorgeously open pussy, slightly reddened both by the shave and by the pounding from my hands, lips and teeth. Her lips were engorged and puffy and the whole area looked as though a pound of butter had melted over it, she was over her lower abdomen, inner thighs and all over he vagina, glistening with the sheen of her juice and my saliva. “Thank you” she breathed with a smile, “No, thank you” I said, as I took her by the hand and pulled her up, leading her from the bathroom and into my room. We kissed and touched and stroked the whole way. Standing beside the bed, kissing again for I felt her hand touch my cock which I realised had barely been touched since we’d got out of the bath. “Your turn” And she pushed me into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She stood in from of me and leaned forward, I was just able to lean enough to kiss her still glistening pussy before she kneeled in between my legs. “Or do I mean, My turn?” She grabbed my penis and very gently pulled the foreskin back as far as it would go, then pulled it forward again, and let go. The foreskin wasn’t really able to cover the gland completely but now she leaned forward and touched the tip with her tongue and very slowly I watched as the head of my penis disappeared into her open mouth. I felt her lips close around me and then her tongue worked at the tip, inside the ring of foreskin and with practiced expertise she again pulled my foreskin back with her mouth and I shuddered as I felt my gland being rubbed with her tongue. She was an expert, she sucked and varied the pressure and depth, and then held eye contact as she pulled away and wanked me hard, then sucked me deep. I have no idea how long it lasted but it seemed like forever, I leaned back on my arms and arched to push my cock into her mouth and she took every inch. Another first! After a while I decided she might need some help so I took hold of my cock and started to wank into her mouth but she bated my hand away with hers and through a mouthful said a muffled :”NO!” I’d been told – she was doing this for herself. Just the thought that she was so determined was a turn on and I felt my cock harden even more in her mouth, I knew I wasn’t far off now. So did she because she intensified her sucking and increased the pace with which her hand gripped and stroked my shaft. I knew I was close but this one was amazing – My orgasm just exploded out of no where, with a groan, my hips thrust forward making my cock slip out of her mouth, the first spurt covered her hair and face, but she reacted quickly and clamped her mouth over my head f=to catch the next, I pumped several times into her mouth and watched as she tried hard to contain my ejaculation. She got most of it but I watched a dribble slide down her chin from the corner of her mouth. She leaned back, and made a theatrical show of swallowing. Then climbed onto the bed with me where we lay together in a tight embrace as I kissed her, cleaning what was left of my come from her face with my tongue. We stayed together for the night, and some time after that. Because we had both come the lovemaking that followed was slow, deliberate and very loving and we both came together a couple of times more. I can’t remember why we split up, but she remains in my memory fondly and gratefully. I learned a lot from Yvette and she was instrumental in changing many of my attitudes and ideas about sex. She helped to take away much of that middle class protestant taboo attitude to sex and for that, as well as that first erotic night together, a part of me will always love her.