My first night with another woman

I was nervous the way you are on a first date. We met at her flat in London, talked too much and then suddenly kissed. Her hands were soft and she knew exactly where to touch. She undressed me slowly, looked me in the eye and went down on me until I forgot to breathe. Then I tried to give it back, clumsy at first and better once she guided me. It was my first time with a woman, with no rush and no judgement. I walked out smiling into the street, body soft and head full of wanting to do it again. Sometimes new things are frightening. That night in London only gave me heat.