We put some jazzy music on.

I went at it slowly, touching myself over my clothes. Undoing buttons and zippers. Sneaking a hand onto my skin.

Closing my eyes. Lifting my hair.

Face flushing.

Rotating. Gyrating.

He was very patient and stayed seated, his fists tightening as the bulge in his jeans grew.

When I was naked, he told me,

"Touch yourself."

"Turn."

"Look over your shoulder."

"Bend."

It was all new, wildly erotic. He gave me orgasm after orgasm, and found his spectacular release, seesawing into my slickness.

The best surprise came several days later: he stripped for me.