We met online through a dating site, but as we dove into conversation we discovered the proclivities of hedonistic pleasures to be at the forefront of our minds. A day or two later we met at a coffee shop. Our eyes danced upon each other. She said with a coy smile, that this coffee shop was below her apartment. I grinned. We stood and made our way upstairs. Upon entering her home, she received a call. She motioned it would take but a moment. I leaned forward to kiss her. Our lips joined like they were meant to and our tongues performed the first of many tangos. I poured myself a drink and watched her move across the room as she chatted. Our eyes would meet here and there. A moment later the call was finished. We sat on the couch. Her fingers moved down to her legs. In a fluid motion she lifted up her skirt to reveal the prettiest of delectables. She asked what I thought. My reply was simple: "I was just wondering what it would be like to go down on you for the first time."