There hadn't been an area of Sophia that Steven hadn't touched or tasted. Or both. He had begun by sucking her toes. Each one of them one at a time. At first he had licked them through the sheerness of her stockings. And there had been a hint that she had perfumed her nylons before applying them to deliciously long and shapely legs. And he had peeled those nylons off one at a time, on his knees as she sat over him. Then he had taken each of her feet and sucked each of her toes as she almost visibly tingled. He had run his tongue up her legs. Over the arch of her feet to her ankles. All the time he had kept his eyes on her. Every often she would lean forward and take his solid member - just stroke it like it had never been stroked. Steven would never be able to remember ever when a woman had stroked him so he felt it through every one of his sexual nerve endings and at the same time a stroke that was so light as to be almost non-existent. Steven's cock had been oozing pre-cum before he had even got up from his knees.

Even for the vastly experienced Steven, it was an event, something special when a beautiful mature woman like Sophia gave herself totally and freely to him. And she did that. She gave herself to him. Just a few hours before they had met for the first time. Those three words after Steven had just looked at this woman for some time. And then she was giving herself to him. Trusting him - giving all of herself to him. And there was an elegance and a beauty about the way that she gave herself to him. He could do whatever he wanted with her, but there was this utter, sheer beauty about how she gave herself to him. When she took his cock into her mouth she simply absorbed its hugeness. Lesser women would have been wide eyed at that cock. But Sophia had taken it and she had worked it. She had stroked his huge heavy, hairless smooth balls and she had slipped the cock head into her mouth and she had used her fleshy wet tongue to tease the glans before she had deep throated him. There hadn't been many women who could deep throat him, being the size that he was. But she could do it. She could do it and she could use her throat to squeeze and tease that cock head. And then she could take the cock head back up into her mouth to provide a plethora of other sensations.

Steven had been as mesmerised by this woman as she had been by him. When he had slipped his tongue between her sex lips and then stroked the delicate folds of flesh that made up her cunt, she had purred and she had spread her legs as wide as she could spread them. There was something about her that he more than liked. She was making the inelegance, and making the crudity of giving herself this way so beautiful. She was giving herself like a lady of her stature maybe should not have and yet at the same time it seemed so right. He had ploughed her sex lips apart and he had tongued the full length of her slit. At first just teasing her sex flesh with his tongue tip, but then eating a bit deeper. Slipping his tongue in deeper and scooping at the inner folds of flesh. He would crawl between her spread legs, her knees slightly raised and he would use his hands to cup her ass, lift her ass as he ate into her. And the thing was that he did eat into her. He ate into her like she had never been eaten before. And when he found her hooded clitoris, it was as though he was talking it out of that hood with his tongue. Except his tongue was not talking, as such. The way he used his tongue, the way he flicked it around the clitoris, the way he aroused it, made it swell. The way he made that clitoris engorge and erect just with his tongue was surely the eighth wonder of the world. And then the way he simply teased that clitoris, the way he seemed to make it dance to the tune that his tongue was playing was almost like some kind of obscene poetry.

Steven ate Sophia for some time. It was a trick he had used for as long as he could remember. His tongue as talented as his penis was. It had been his tongue that had been the downfall, if downfall was the right word, of many women and girls. And yet with Sophia, this seemed a more meaningful event. A more seismic event in his life. He had homed in on her clitoris - that bundle of eight thousand nerve endings and he had worked it incessantly. There was something about Sophia. She was a strong independent woman giving herself freely. And yet at the same time there was something vulnerable about her. Steven would never be able to put it into words. But there was something about this woman - her Amazonian beauty, almost a dominant beauty and yet at the same times this underlying vulnerability. And she was giving herself so completely that Steven could almost not believe his luck. One might wonder if Sophia detected something in Steven - maybe his underlying dominance and need to control. Or on the other hand his reaction to her. His consumption of her femininity. The fact that he loved femininity. That he adored it. That he was addicted to it. Or was she so absorbed herself? Certainly Steven was able to make her orgasm time after time with his tongue. There was no doubt that this woman could have faked an orgasm. She was the type of woman who must have had to do that over the years a number of times. And yet at the same time there was no hint that she was faking the multiple orgasms that Steven was giving her. She was immersed and she was living the super high definition fantasies that were flooding her mind as her clitoris exploded under the attentions of Steven's tongue. By the time he sank his cock into Sophia's sexuality she was on something that was above and beyond cloud nine. It was then that Steven really 'felt' her vulnerability. It was then that he really felt the things he would like to do with this woman.

He came down out of his coke fuelled high and he had this sinking feeling pressing in around him. And inside him. Next to him was Sophia. She was asleep. Fast asleep. She had done a few lines with him. Much like him over the years, she could take or leave it. Most often she left it. But on this night, after hours, and hours of intense sex, the cocaine was a good idea. But now Steven was coming down and those storm clouds were gathering over him. He looked at the perfection that was Sophia. He couldn't help but mull how she had come along at the wrong time. He couldn't help but think that after this day he probably would never see her again. It was shame, there were things he would love to do with her, and to her. But he had other more pressing things that he was going to have to deal with.