Clit Whisperer 🎧

This incident was when I was studying abroad for my Masters in the UK about 15 years back. I come from a middle-class (or maybe upper-middle-class) family. My parents have a sufficient bank balance to afford my higher education. This was for them all of their life’s savings.

So, when the recession of 2007-08 struck, my dad lost his job. We were under economic strain. I wanted to help my family, especially with my siblings’ education. I was desperately looking for a job, a well-paying job, ideally. But alas, student options are restricted to restaurants, hotels or internships.

While I was working in a hotel as a housekeeping boy, I happened to meet Jacintha. Jacintha was from the Netherlands and worked as VP of Marketing for an energy company. She was a tall, elegant woman, aged 44 and extremely well-maintained. She was a frequent traveller for her work.

I helped her with her luggage, and she handed me a 20-pound note as a tip. I was surprised by the generous tip and left the room. The next day, during my shift, I chose the same floor where Jacintha checked in. I entered her room for housekeeping.

Expectedly she was not there, as it was working hours. I neatly decked up her room and cleaned up the bathroom. Also, I left a positive quote on the notepad to cheer my generous tipper up.

The next day, I was on the same floor and knocked on Jacintha’s door. She was inside today. She was done with work for the day and was keen to explore the city. She asked me if it was me who had written the note. She was happy as she had a long stressful day, and reading the note did uplift her mood.

While I was working and cleaning up the room, we were talking. She was surprised to hear about the supply chain and economics from me. She was curious to know why I was working as a housekeeper. I shared my situation with her. She appreciated my effort.

After finishing the housekeeping, as I was leaving, Jacintha asked me if I was free to join her later in the evening for a walk around the city and dinner. I joked, “Only if you are treating me.” We both laughed, and she agreed. We agreed to meet at a spot in the city.

At 18:00, outside our designated spot, I was waiting for Jacintha. I saw her walking towards the street. She was difficult to be missed. She was 5’8 tall and wore a navy blue shoulder cut knee-length dress. The dress was elegantly draping her body, shaping her curves very temptingly.

It seemed that the dress was tailor-made for her shape. Her hair was let loose, dangling just over her shoulder. She had neatly marked her eye lines. As she approached near, she waved at me. I walked towards her and hugged her. I was 6’1 tall, had a broad chest and was slightly muscular.

As I hugged her, my eyes fell onto the chain on the back of her dress, running from the back of her neck to the right up to her butt crack. I was so turned on by now. Part of me wanted to slide the chain zip down and slide my hands into the back of her body.

I gained sense and broke the hug, smiled, and we started walking. We went to an old church, an old bakery and a wine cellar. We tasted a few wines and cheese and chocolates there. We spoke about work and personal life. As the evening grew upon us, we got comfortable with each other.

She was walking by, holding my arms. I was also comfortable, probably because my arms constantly brushed and pressed her soft breast. During the first few touches, I used to shrug my arm away to avoid awkwardness. But later, I realised she was also comfortable.

She had booked a place for us at an Italian restaurant. We had dinner, and I offered to walk her back to the hotel. We were walking by the riverside and enjoyed the cool breeze. We had to cross a bridge to the other side. Right at the centre of the bridge, we stopped to look at the full moon’s reflection in the river.

As we were standing there, I drew courage and kept my arm around her waist. She looked at me. Our eyes were locked. I pulled her towards me, and we locked our lips. My lips were gently sucking her lower lips. Our tongues gently brushed each other in our attempt to pounce more into the lips of each other.

After a few minutes of sensual kissing, we broke off, our eyes still locked. We both walked towards the hotel with hand in hand. As we approached the hotel entrance, I asked her to enter first. It would be awkward to be seen with me. I asked her to open her door after 10 minutes. I would walk into her room then.

She entered, changed into her nightgown and was waiting for me. I walked through the fire escape, taking the stairs to her room. I gingerly paced myself through, quickly entered her room, and locked the door behind me. Jacintha was standing in the room’s other corner, checking her phone.

As soon as she saw me, she kept the phone aside and eagerly walked towards me. I, too, held her tightly between my arms and strongly kissed her. This time I bit her lip. We locked lips. Our tongues ventured inside each other’s mouths to great depth.

After the initial smooches, I went to the washroom. I took a quick shower, dried myself and returned in a bathrobe. By now, Jacintha was in bed. I jumped into the bed and started kissing her more voraciously. She was also reciprocating with the same intensity.

I moved slowly to her ears and neck. I was caressing her breast with my hands. And my breath was gathering pace, and my kisses were turning her on. She slid her hand inside my robe, grabbed my dick, and started lightly stroking it. By this time, my tongue was travelling down onto her cleavage.

It was now when I was able to see her boobs entirely. They were slightly bigger than my palm, making the grip more than a fistful, and were round and stout. My dick was erect, and there was pre-cum on the tip already. As I let my hand venture down her body, I found her vagina was also wet.

She was, by this time, biting my collarbone and chest. As we were cuddling and making out, it suddenly dawned that I didn’t have a condom. I asked Jacintha, and she also didn’t have one. It was too risky to ask the hotel or to go out to get one. We both were high and disappointed.

It was at this moment I decided to make the best of this moment. I went down on her. Jacintha was surprised by my movement. I started gently kissing the top of her pussy, the clit. After some kisses on the clit, I started licking her clit with my tongue tip gently.

After a few minutes of licking, I could see her thighs shaking. I inserted my two fingers inside her. It was so warm and moist. I could feel the pulsation in the muscles. I slowly started to finger her, increasing my rhythm and licking her clit with my tongue. Her moans have reciprocated the movement of my fingering.

She was so turned on. She pulled my hair with her right hand in pleasure and pain. As I looked up, her eyes said it all. Her eyes were filled, and she was enjoying every minute of it. At this moment, I moved my left hand towards her boob and started fondling it, squeezing them, adding to the excitement.

After some time of clit licking, she cum. She pulled me up, and we cuddled. I was still horny as I had not ejaculated. After some time, Jacintha started stroking my dick. At this point, Jacintha and I went into the 69 position. As she stroked my dick, I was licking and fingering her pussy.

We both came again after some time. After that, we hugged and slept. In the morning, I felt a hand on my hard dick. As I slowly opened my eyes, Jacintha came near to me, kissed me and slowly said into my ears, “Good morning Clit Whisperer!” Saying this, she slowly slid down.

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Healthy Tips: Treat your partner’s clit, with love, care and passion. It is said there are approx. 8000 nerve endings in that region. The more sensitive you are, the stronger you will be in your partner’s orgasm. Be gentle with it. Be creative but be gentle to arouse your partner successfully.

Pleasure-focused exploration should be the goal, and orgasms are bonuses. You don’t always have to do full-blown clit stimulation sessions. Once you know what your partner likes, you can incorporate them at any time of the day.

Remember, communication is key when it comes to clit stimulation. Chat about preferences and boundaries in advance, and keep that line of communication flowing.

Dear Readers, My name is John Peter. I believe that sex is an important need for a functioning mind. With the high diffusion of the porn industry, the act of engaging in sex has become more frantic, insensitive and often flawed, leaving either of the partner unsatisfied and unfulfilled.

I intend that through various stories, to sensitise my readers towards having quality and fulfilled sexual life with their partners. Do let me know how your experiences with clit have been (either stimulating or getting stimulated). Until next time, take care!