A serious talk about orgasms

"Can I get you something to drink, Jack?" Julia asks, straightening her dress demurely.

You agree and take a seat on her sofa whilst she prepares your choice, sitting beside you with a drink of her own in her hand when she's finished.

"To colleagues becoming friends," she says, raising her glass.

"And friends becoming something more?" you ask hopefully, in return.

"And friends becoming something more," she confirms happily, clinking glasses and sipping at her tipple, while you take a deep draught of yours.

You chat for a few moments, trading compliments back and forth, but Julia's words during your amorous encounter set you thinking and so, when her foot brushes your leg, you lay your hand firmly on her knee and tell her you have something important to say.

"Julia," you begin, "before matters go any further between us, I think you should know that as a general rule, I feel female orgasms are best limited to a marital setting." Looking serious, your date nods rapidly, seemingly in approval of the sentiment. "However, I also believe in letting relationships develop gradually over time." Julia continues to nod. "What I'm saying is, if we do become closer, it may be at least several years before I allow you to climax."

A shudder runs through her body and she stares you in the eye, an unfathomable expression on her face. For a moment, you think you may have gone too far, then she leans forwards impulsively and kisses you passionately. You respond in kind, your hands exploring her chest and slipping beneath the hem of her dress. You're not ready for a second round so soon after the first, but locking tongues with an eager younger woman is a rare and thrilling experience nonetheless. You kiss your way down her neck whilst she moans, holding you close.

"Oh, yes, Jack, this is what I need! I agree so much with everything you've said and turning my pleasure to serving you (or a man like you) is exactly what I've always wanted!"

You look up and see tears in her eyes, but you're sure they're not tears of sadness. You kiss her again on the mouth and consider that perhaps this attitude explains why she's so attracted to an old fart like you.

"I'm sorry, Jack," she interrupts, breaking the kiss. "I need to serve up before dinner spoils."

You agree at once. After all, there'll be plenty of time to enjoy Julia's orgasm free status later and you're hungry for more than just sex tonight. Julia hurries back to the kitchen, only slightly flustered by your lustful tryst, your eyes on her deliciously swaying backside as she goes. Picking up your drink, you stand and stretch, taking a look around the room to help calm your racing heart enough to enjoy the meal that's on its way.

You don't have to wait long. Julia provides a sumptuous repast and you're suitably impressed by her culinary skills (or her skills at deception if the meal was prepared by someone else and she's just taking credit for it), but to your surprise, she doesn't sit on the chair opposite you to eat.