You need to keep up the element of surprise. Never do a thing until he’s already done it himself, and always remember that men like to bring out their biggest guns first. “Look what I like doing!” We left off in part two with him going down on you, and not at all casually maneuvering himself into at least an approximation of a reciprocal position. You have now reciprocated, and are now about to experience what seems to be the unwritten law for the first soixante-neuf.

You're at that moment when he will suddenly forget everything that he was doing before, and raise his upper body up on outstretched arms while his entire weight shifts into his hips -- which are pressing down on your face. I think it’s intended as a sign of gratitude and delight. And, hopefully surprise, as well. It’s also the moment where you stop allowing him to think he’s leading you gently by the hand, and let him find out what you’re really made of.

Women like to bide their time, you see. Some say they’re savoring the moment, but they also know that the sooner they show him what a good time really is, the sooner he’s going to cum and then you’ll have to do things like - heaven forbid - talk. Or answer questions. “What do you do for a living?” “Where did you go to school?” And, the most teeth-grindingly ugly of all, “do you have a steady boyfriend?”

Some guys even use that time-out as an opportunity to start planning for a future together. Or, at least, another date. All you really want to tell him is, “yes, that all sounds very nice... but, what do you do for an encore?”

So, make the first act last, because the other reason for biding your time is - the longer he waits, the more he appreciates exactly what he’s got.

Oral is the appetizer. Swing over and mount him if you’re feeling especially assertive. Let him go on top if you still want to play Little Miss Maybe-Not-So Innocent for a while longer. At this point, he should be past keeping tabs on how you are responding to his stimuli, and is just intent on wringing as much fun as he can from the encounter. It’s around now that you should compliment anything he may have that deserves a kind word; an eye-catching tattoo, good skin, a big... whatever.

A lot of sociologist types will tell you that one-night-stands are nature’s way of allowing us to feel appreciated by people we don’t even know. That maybe your reason for being here, it may not. However, just in case it’s his, give him a few encouraging words. “Oh my, I don’t think anyone has ever done that to me before.”

Plus, there is nothing like a one night stand for allowing a few of your favorite fantasies out to play - and nothing that feeds better into new ones than the knowledge that somewhere, a guy you’d probably not even recognize anymore is recalling the exact same moment and masturbating over your memory. Everybody, looking back on their life, has that special “one that got away.” How nice to know that for this man, you’re it.

At some point....

At some point, he will try and do something that makes you shake your head and admonish him gently. Or arch your back and gasp “my God,” in the hope that he won't ever stop. That’s what I meant about surprises. Your regular lover may have occasional ideas, but he’ll probably want to discuss them first. A stranger just does whatever comes to mind, and now you know how the great explorers of the past must have felt. A wonderful new discovery around every corner.

At some point, you will forget about the condom and do something you will probably be regretting in the morning.

At some point, you will both agree that it would be fun to do this again, and make tentative arrangements for the same time, same place... which you, at least, know you will steer resolutely clear of. However, you don’t tell him that, because there are still a few hours left until dawn and... well, you know.

And, at some point, after catching maybe a couple of hours of none too restful sleep, you slip back into your clothes and let yourself out of the front door, with one last lingering kiss to warm you on the journey home. Some people call that the walk of shame, that just-fucked early-morning-in-last-night’s-dress display as you head for the bus stop or ... actually, I’d head for the coffee shop first. Even if he provided the best breakfast in the world, it’s still nice to feel yourself absorbed back in to the world, and an early morning coffee is the best place to do that. Especially if they have good donuts, too.

At the same time, though, you can’t wait to take a shower, you can’t wait to clean your teeth. Get yourself out of these clothes (“again,” you smile), and check for unexpected bite-marks. And, assuming you keep a journal, you’re already roughly sketching the cryptic reminder you’ll be adding in today.

You did catch his name, didn’t you?