Next, his hands rested on my hips, searching for the waistband of my panties. Finding it, he pulled them down over my hips, and I felt the cool air on my wet pubic hair. With his help, the panties slid down my legs, and I stepped out of them.
I thought he was done, but then I felt the warm softness of the towel caressing my back. He slowly dried my skin, rubbing me gently. Occasional flashes of lightning lit the room, but I didn’t feel awkward at all.
The towel moved lower, over the curve of my butt, and then down onto the backs of my thighs. I felt his hand on my shoulder, urging me to turn around. When I did, he patted my face with the plush terrycloth, and then moved downward, drying my shoulders and neck. I gasped softly when the towel brushed lightly over my breasts, and my already stiff nipples tightened even further.
A bolt of lightning lit his face, and I saw him watching me in calm concentration. The towel moved downward, over my stomach and onto each of my thighs. His hand pressed the single layer of cloth against my inner thigh just above my knee, and slid upwards. I tensed in anticipation, but before he reached the top, he moved his hand down to the other leg, and repeated the action with that one.
This time, his hand slowed as it neared the juncture of my thighs, and I deliberately spread my legs slightly wider, inviting him to continue. He did, and I gasped again as his hand pressed against my vagina, separated only by a single layer of terrycloth.
After a moment, he began to move his hand in a small circle, as if to dry my curly hairs, but the effect was to send shards of pleasure arcing through me, and I couldn’t stifle the soft groan that escaped my lips.
I wanted him to continue, to just touch me like that until I felt that explosion that Becky had told me about. I could feel it gathering in me, and if he would just touch me a little longer, I knew I would find out what she knew.
But he pulled his hand away, and said, “All dry.” His voice was no longer casual. I could hear an undercurrent of tightness, as if conflicting emotions were at work inside of him. I knew he was trying to reach a decision, and decided to help him along with it.
“Turn around,” I whispered, as I picked up the other towel. He did as I asked, and I began to dry his back, starting up at his shoulders and slowly working my way downward. I could feel his tight muscles under the cloth, and I gently caressed them, wanting him to relax.
When I reached his boxers, I hooked my fingers into the waistband, and pulled them down over his hips. They seemed to catch on something in front, but he made an adjustment and I was able to push them to his knees, where they slid the rest of the way to the floor.
A burst of lightning allowed me a quick view of his naked back, including his muscular butt cheeks. I felt another twinge of desire pulse through me as I began to dry those twin globes, and then slide the towel down to his thighs.
I stood and placed my hand on his shoulder, and he understood, turning to face me.
“Chrissie,” he whispered, “you don’t–”
“Shhh,” I said, cutting him off. I reached up to pat his face dry, then moved down to his chest, rubbing him with the absorbent cloth. From there, I moved down to his stomach, where my hand brushed against something hard and warm.
Oh my god! I touched his penis! My mind seemed unable to comprehend this, and I froze for a moment.
“Chrissie,” he whispered again, and it brought me back to reality. I moved the towel down onto his thighs, leaning down to reach his knees. Just then, another streak of lightning lit the room, and for a brief second, I was face to face with his erection.
My first thought was that it was beautiful. Thick and long, it pointed up at the ceiling, topped by a smooth, rounded head set off by a distinctive ridge. Below hung his hairy balls in their wrinkly sack, and I felt the impulse to reach out and cup them in my hand.
The room was dark again, and I straightened, standing in front of him. We both knew what needed to be dried next, and my heart beat like a bass drum in my chest. Somehow, I knew that if I waited too long, he would back out. I knew that he was this close to coming to his senses and kicking me out of his room.
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Without thinking, I reached out with the towel, finding his hardness once again and softly gripping it through the cloth. He let out an audible groan, which encouraged me to continue. I began to softly stroke him with the towel, rubbing the cloth over his sensitive skin. He continued to make soft, pleasurable sounds as I moved, and I felt a surge of happiness, knowing he was enjoying what I was doing to him.
Keeping my hand firmly around him, I moved the other underneath, pressing the cloth against his ball sack and holding him gently. This movement brought me nearer to him, and as he sighed in pleasure, I stepped even closer and rested my head against his chest.
His arms moved around me, his hands meeting at my back and then sliding downward to rest on the top of my butt. I turned my face up to him, and he responded by leaning down to me, our lips searching for each other in the darkness. When they met, our kiss was soft and tender. I could still feel a trace of reluctance in his touch, so I let go of the towel and slid my arms up around his shoulders, pulling myself tighter to him. The soft mounds of my breasts pressed against his chest, and his stiff erection poked hard into my stomach.
His tongue probed again, and this time I nibbled at it with my lips, flicking my tongue against it. Finally, I felt his body relent, and his hands tightened on my butt, gripping my cheeks and pulling my hips hard against his. I groaned softly into his mouth as his strong hands kneaded my tender flesh, and my surging nipples rubbed through the hair of his chest. It felt like my insides were twisting in desperate need, as my inner muscles clenched and pulsed. I wasn’t sure exactly what I needed, but I knew his hands on me would be a good start.
His hands tightened again, and I felt myself being lifted. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him, clinging to his body as he held my weight in his arms. I groaned loudly, and felt dizzy from the pleasure. And the reason for my bliss was our new position. With my legs around him, my vagina pressed directly against the base of his penis. I felt my outer lips separate as the front of his shaft pressed between them, and our contact instantly became slick from the juices that were seeping from me. I tightened my legs and groaned louder, as his warm, solid erection pressed against my hot, intimate flesh, our skin sliding together in delirious slippery pleasure.
“Uhhhh,” I moaned, as I tried to capture his tongue between my lips. When he withdrew it into his mouth, I followed it in with mine, feeling his lips close around it and suck softly.
In all my fantasies about sex, I had never dreamed it would be like this. I had always imagined it to be perfunctory; you do this and this, and then that happens. But this was nothing like I had ever felt before. The exquisite pleasure combined perfectly with the intimacy with another person was almost overwhelming, and I now knew why Becky had been so happy.
I felt the room spin, and realized it was just Danny turning us and laying me onto the bed, following me down and keeping our kiss intact. He settled between my legs, and now it was his weight pressing his penis against my wet slit. I slid my feet down to hook behind his thighs, giving me leverage to press back up against him. When he rocked his hips slightly, I groaned loudly again, feeling our intimate flesh sliding together.
He broke our kiss and leaned his head down, capturing one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking it gently between his lips.
“Ooooh,” I sighed, and arched my back, loving the mixture of sensations he was giving me. My nipple tightened even further, and his tongue teased over the swollen flesh made wet from his saliva. Lightning flashed, and I got a glimpse of his lips kissing my darker areola, contrasting with the snow-white untanned skin of my breast. After a few minutes, he switched to the other side, leaving the first to harden from cool evaporation.
I could feel that tightness growing inside of me, as I hunched my hips up at him, pressing my eager folds against his hardness. It was the same feeling I had felt last n
ight when I touched myself, but a thousand times more pleasurable. But now, I had no fear about where it would lead. Instead, with my lover as my guide, I eagerly awaited where he was taking me.
His mouth left my breast, but instead of returning to my lips, he moved the other way, kissing down onto my stomach. I had never heard of this before, and I giggled softly as his lips tickled over my belly button. But soon my happiness turned to anxiety as his mouth moved lower, kissing up onto my mound, parting the soft curly hairs there.
What was he doing? Surely he couldn’t be–”
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“Uhhhhhh,” I moaned, as I felt his tongue slide into my slit. For a brief moment, I felt the urge to push him away, all of my strict upbringing telling me this was wrong. But my reluctance was swept away as an unexpected flurry of pleasure burst through me. His tongue seemed to be everywhere, licking and sliding through my slick labia, sending jolts of pleasure through me, causing my body to shudder and twitch.
I could feel my inner pleasure coiling and twisting upon itself, building towards something I couldn’t comprehend. My breath was coming in short gasps, and my hips were rising to meet his mouth, as if they had a mind of their own. I felt like I was out of control, and I knew something was about to happen.
The light flashed and I caught a glimpse of his face pressed against my vagina, which was completely exposed to his intimate kiss. My thighs were spread wide, forced apart by my clenching leg muscles, as I instinctively pressed my mound against him.
His tongue continued to move, focusing now on one spot – a sweetly delightful spot that sent jolts of pleasure through me. I could hear his lips and tongue making soft wet sounds in my warm and wet cleft. The pressure inside was becoming unbearable, as if I were a balloon being inflated to the breaking point.
“Oh, oh, Danny, oh, what? what? I’m… I’m… Uhhhhhhhh!”
I felt myself slipping over the edge, and time seemed to hang for a moment, and then whatever was inside of me seemed to explode in a white-hot burst.
“Uhhhhh!” I continued to moan, unable to control myself. My body began to thrash and convulse, as if I had touched a live wire. Waves of pleasure burst through me, radiating out from between my legs in powerful muscle-clenching throbs. My hands, moving without my guidance, gripped Danny’s hair and held on tightly, not sure if I wanted to push him away or pull him tighter to me. My cries filled the room, as if trying to match the howling gale outside.
All the while his mouth stayed on me, driving my pleasure to higher and higher levels. My leg muscles corded as I lifted my hips slightly off the bed, jamming my vagina into his wonderful mouth.
I felt myself drifting away, floating on the pulses of bliss, relaxing and letting the flow of contented ecstasy carry me along. How long I was like that I’m not sure. Probably a few minutes, but it seemed like much longer. Slowly, reality began to filter back in, and I could see lightning flash through my closed eyelids. I was breathing in long, satisfied breaths, and I felt Danny’s face between my legs, only now he was no longer using his tongue to delve into me, but instead kissing me softly on the outside.
“Ohh,” I breathed, “Oh my.”
He shifted and moved up, and I felt his body settle beside mine as he lay on his side, facing me. He reached out and caressed the side of my face, like a blind person would do to find out what someone looks like.
“Did you enjoy that, Chrissie?” From the timber of his voice, I could tell he was smiling, and he already knew the answer to his question.
“Oh my,” I repeated, still trying to catch my breath, “that was incredible.”
“I loved doing that to you.”
“I never knew it could feel like that.”
He chuckled softly. “You are amazing. So beautiful. So alive.”
I turned on my side to face him. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, Chrissie.”
I reached down between us, searching for his hardness. It wasn’t difficult to find, and I slid my hand around the thick shaft. He grunted softly in response. We lay without talking for a few minutes, as I slid my hand softly up and down his length, fascinated not only from the feel of it, but also his breathy gasps of pleasure. I felt a surge of wonderment, realizing that my touch was giving this man pleasure.
“Danny?” I whispered.
“Yes, Chrissie?”
“Will you make love to me?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Oh, very much. Please?”
“Are you sure?”
“Very sure. But I’m a little scared too.”
“I understand.”
“Do you want to make love to me?”
“I want that so much.”
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I lifted my head and kissed him, and our tongues met once again. I could taste a faint musky sweetness on his lips, and a surge of excitement went through me as I realized the flavor was what he had tasted when his head was between my legs. As our kiss continued, I gripped his erection tighter, feeling its hard interior beneath its velvety smooth skin. His hand slid up my thigh, and his fingers pressed between my labia, his touch becoming slick from my copious fluids. Although I was still recovering from what he had done to me with his mouth, I could feel my pleasure returning, like a bed of embers bursting back into flame.
We clung like that to each other, touching and kissing as our passion grew. I felt his strength as he flexed his hips and stroked through my fist, and my vagina twisted in anticipation as I wondered what this rigid bar of flesh would feel like inside of me.
Finally, he rolled away from me onto his back. And then once again until he was facing away on the edge of the bed. A drawer opened, and then was closed a second later. He rolled back to lie next to me.
I was curious to what he was doing, and when I heard a crinkling sound, I reached out to feel what it was. He was holding something in his hands, and after a moment I recognized what it was.
He had gotten a rubber from the drawer, and was ready to put it on. I heard the foil packet tear, and a second later I reached out again. I felt him place it on top of the head, and then my fingertips followed as he rolled it down over his shaft. It fascinated me, and I touched his erection curiously, feeling the smooth latex covering his skin. Satisfied with how it felt, I gripped him again.
My hand slid down, and he sighed as I held his balls gently. They were firm and slid around in their sack, causing him to groan.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“I like touching you like this.”
“I like it too.”
“Danny?”
“Yes?”
“I’m ready now.”
He sat up and moved over me, kissing me softly as he laid me back on the bed. He moved between my legs, and my knees lifted, spreading myself to welcome him. We were back where we started, holding each other as his erection nestled into my groove.
Moving his hips slowly, he slid the front of his shaft through my furrow, spreading my lubrication and sending sparks of pleasure through me. We did this for a few minutes, and I could feel that inner tightness returning, building with each touch of his skin on mine.
But with it came something new. I could feel an ache growing inside of me. It was almost like an emptiness that needed to be filled. And somehow my body knew that what it needed was waiting just outside, and my vagina seemed to come alive, pulsing and spasming, almost reaching out for him.
He sensed the change, and on one of his backstrokes he stopped and altered the angle of his hips, causing the head of his penis to nestle into my clasping entrance. I felt its smooth, thick roundness begin to spread my inner lips, and I breathed out an involuntary gasp.
He nudged at me for a moment, and then pressed slowly inward. I groaned as he began to slide into me, and my entrance stretched tightly around the flared head. He paused again, and I took a few deep breaths. The pain I had feared wasn’t there, only the beginning of a pleasant full sensation.
He backed out slightly and moved the head around, making himself slick for his entry. Then his hips flexed and he was filling me again, causing me to cry out in pleasure as my inner walls spread to allow him inside.
Then he slowed, and I felt something tugging inside. He pressed harder, and the first sliver of pain went through me.
“Ow,” I moaned.
He lifted his head, and I could tell he was looking down on me in the darkness.
“Chrissie?”
“Yes?”
“It will only hurt for a moment.”
“I’m scared.”
“Trust me, ok? It will feel better, I promise.”
“Ok.”
He leaned down to kiss me, and I felt his tongue invade my mouth. At the same time, he flexed his hips, pressing hard into me.
I whimpered into his mouth, feeling a painful pressure inside of me, as if part of me was being stretched. I wanted him to stop, and I moved my hands to his chest and pushed. But his strength was unrelenting, and the pressure inside became unbearable.
I inhaled, preparing to cry out loudly, wanting to beg him to stop. Something was wrong. Wrong with me.
But then, something gave way inside, and the pain was gone. In its place was a slight burning, and the feeling of being filled to capacity as his erection slid into me.
“Ahhhhh,” I groaned, and he held me in his embrace, remaining still to allow me to catch my breath. I pressed my face into his neck and held on, not sure what was next.
“You ok?” he whispered.
“I think so,” I replied, keeping my mouth against his skin.
He shifted his hips, and pressed into me further, until I felt him lodge completely inside. I could feel the tip of it touching bottom, and his balls resting against my bum. My tender entrance stretched tightly around the base of his erection, as if possessively keeping him inside.
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