Innocent Desires

by Abie

  My mind immediately went to Isabella. Damn, I thought. Why? I tried to put her out of my mind. We went back to Kurt's room for his trunks, sunscreen and water. We picked up beach towels and hit the sand.

  At the beach there were a few women topless and as I took off my day outfit I simply removed my bikini top as well. Kurt tried to look nonchalant and said, "It's my turn to do you with the sunscreen, front and back."

  'Why not?' I thought and lay down on the towel, face up. Kurt ran sunscreen over me, and paid a little more attention to my breasts than the rest.

  As he was rubbing it over my lower tummy he said, "You know, that bottom piece of yours probably doesn't block out the sun," and I just lifted it up a bit and he slid his hand under to get my minimally covered skin down there as well. He let his hand linger and gave my clit a quick tickle.

  "You're terrible!" I said and gave him a cute pout.

  He removed his hand and as I let the bottom fall back, he cupped my pussy and said, "It really would be a shame to have this part of you sunburned. I'm only doing it for your comfort and safety."

  I laughed. "You're doing it for your future comfort and happiness." Kurt gave me a slight pat, and then took his hand away.

  "Works for me." We laid in the sun, occasionally talking, mostly just relaxing and let the heat melt away the stresses of real life. When I turned over, Kurt was right there to do my back. He didn't have to move any part of the bikini bottom as it was only string on that side. I was proud of my butt, still firm and smooth, with not a trace of cellulite. He stayed there for a wonderful extra amount of time.

  As his hands went up my inner thighs, I parted my legs, knowing it would give him a perfect close up view of my camel toed labia. He didn't move for a moment, and then said, "Yes Kathy, you truly are an incredibly beautiful woman." He lay down on his stomach and I got up and did his back. As I was leaning over him, my breasts free to move a bit, a man and woman walked by. I glanced up. The man was beaming. The woman was scowling at me and then caught the man's expression. She gave him a look that would freeze Hell and he snapped his head to look forward. I smiled. I was still a dish at forty.

  After a while, we both turned to face the sun again. We found each other's hands and held them. I felt more at peace than I had in the past twenty years. After about two hours in the sun, it was time to go back. We sat on the pool deck, had a light lunch and as I ate, I looked at Kurt. He looked at me and we both knew what the other was thinking. Sex. But Kurt glanced at his watch and gave me a wistful look. "As much as I don't want to, I do have to get to my meeting. I should be back around seven. Dinner at eight?" he asked.

  smiled. "Eight it is. My treat this time." I knew what was coming.

  "Works for me." Back in my room, I showered off the sunscreen and dried sweat. Isabella. She came back into my mind and I cringed. With all that was going so well for me, I still wanted to see her again. I wanted to be with her in the Jacuzzi. I wanted to feel her body against me as it climaxed. I wanted to feel the jets against my clit, pulsing me to orgasm as she watched. I wanted to hold her young and innocent body as we lay in bed. I wanted to kiss and fondle her breasts, her thighs and then her budding pussy. I cringed again. Without thinking, my hand was on my pussy, massaging as I fantasized. I could taste her vagina. I could feel it tight around my finger. I could feel her body moving as I massaged her young G spot. I felt her climax starting. I shuddered as I climaxed and then I was alone again, the water my only companion.

  I towelled off, sat in a chair in my robe and thought. Stay away from the market. Don't go there. Don't. Even as I was talking myself out of it, I was up and getting dressed. Summer blouse, calf length patterned skirt, sandals and the wrap as a sash. I headed for the market.

  On the way I thought of what I was trying to do. I could be thrown in jail for this, I thought. I walked on. At the market, I walked around, again pretending to be out shopping. I worked my way over to Isabella's aunt's stall. She wasn't there. My heart sank and I thanked God, all at the same time. Before her aunt could see me I walked away. Towards the end of the market I stopped at a coffee vendor's stall. I sat and sipped the bitter local coffee and ate a sweet pastry. I was trying to pretend I wasn't looking for Isabella.

  To gain time I bought a second cup of coffee. I laughed inwardly. Well, at least I wasn't going to have any trouble staying awake for Kurt, I thought. I got up, gave the vendor some coins and walked away. I was outside the market and was about to start walking back when a hand took mine. I froze. My heart seemed to stop. "Kathy! Can we have another special bath? I didn't tell my auntie anything!"

  I looked at Isabella's shining eyes and tried not to look like my life had just been spared. "Yes, Isabella, we can. But you must promise again, not to tell anyone. It's our special secret."

  The girl clapped her hands in delight. "I promise. And can we have pizza?" She looked like she was about to hop up and down. Today, she was dressed in a pair of shorts, worn and slightly tattered. Her tee shirt had an add for a local brand of beer. Again, she was braless.

  "Of course you can have pizza. Come with me." Then I paused. "Will your auntie miss you?"

  She smiled. "No, today I only play." We walked back to the resort. I wondered if anyone would notice I was with the girl for the third time. The moisture in my vagina convinced me to take the chance. As we entered my room, Isabella went straight to the bathroom. "You're in a hurry," I said, trying to sound like I wasn't. I started the water flowing and sat on the edge of the tub. Isabella got onto my lap and looked up at my face. "Thank you so much, Kathy, thank you." I smiled and kissed the top of her head. She hugged me and I felt her braless breasts press into me. I held her to me and felt the hardness of her little butt press on me. It sent a wave of pleasure into my clit and I sighed. "Get up for me, Isabella, and I will add the bubbles."

  I added the lovely, scented bath gel and the fragrance filled the room. "Wait just a minute more," I said and went into the room and poured myself a glass of wine. Back in the bathroom the water level was now over the jets and I turned on the pump. The water was soon covered in a layer of foam and Isabella looked at. I nodded 'yes' and she started to remove her clothes.

  First she slipped of her sandals and pulled down her shorts. This time she was wearing floral print, little girl panties which were again a bit too small. Her labia showed a perfectly formed camel toe and I felt a flush of desire. As she lifted up her tee shirt, her little butt was as round as a ball, and her thin legs, tan brown were slightly parted. She gave me a shy smile as she slipped off the shirt and one hand went to cover a breast. I gave her my 'it's okay smile' and she leaned over to slip off the panties.

  I sipped the wine as she lifted a leg to step into the tub, still facing me. Her perfect labia parted and I glimpsed her tiny inner lips. Then she was in the tub. She let her head go back and sighed as she felt the moving, scented water flow around her. I sat on the edge of the tub and smiled at her simple joy. "Feels good, doesn't it?" I asked. She nodded her head. I started to unbutton my own blouse. Isabella watched, with a look of uncertain anticipation.

  Again, I gave her my 'it's okay' smile. "May I come in too?" I asked.

  "Oh yes, Kathy, yes." I continued to remove my blouse and as it came off, Isabella looked at my bra covered breasts and I saw her hand go between her legs. I stood up, and undid my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Then holding the wall, I lifted a foot to undo a sandal. I was facing Isabella and she gazed at my panty covered pussy. Her hand was moving now and her face was soft, her mouth partly open. She wanted me. She wanted to do what we had done before. I slipped off the other sandal and stood up straight. Making an effort to thrust out my breasts, I reached behind to unclasp my bra. As it fell away, Isabella moved a hand to her own firm and swelling breast. I made a slow and sensual show of slipping off my panties and taking the wine glass with me, I stepped into the tub, slowly swinging my leg over the edge. Isabella's eyes were glued to my pussy.

  Settling in at the other en
d, I smiled at her and said, "This is so wonderful." I made a show of bringing up one knee and letting it rest against the tub. My pussy was hidden under the bubbles but the effect on Isabella was what I was hoping for. Her hand was still at her own pussy and I saw her legs part a bit. She was gently masturbating, perhaps thinking I didn't notice with the curtain of bubbles.

  I closed my eyes, sighed and let my head go back, giving her the opportunity to masturbate without my direct gaze. To encourage her, I put my free hand to my own pussy and gave myself a few rubs. The sensation was electric. I sighed and let my body go as loose and relaxed as I could, then lay still. Occasionally sipping the wine, keeping my eyes closed, I imagined what was happening between Isabella's legs. I could almost see her fingers rubbing her clit and stroking her vaginal entrance. Perhaps she was rolling a puffy nipple between her other fingers. I forced my eyes to remain closed. Her breathing was getting shallow and faster. I moved my extended leg to put it over one of her legs and slid a little deeper in the water. I let my free hand go back to my shaven pussy and started to slowly stroke myself, running two fingers up and down my clit shaft. "Yes Isabella, this is wonderful."

  I opened my eyes and saw Isabella's hand stop suddenly and her face flush as she was caught. I smiled at her in a slightly knowing and understanding way and sat up and put down the wine glass. "It's all right honey. There's nothing wrong," and I moved towards her and leaning in, I gave her a slight kiss on her forehead. "Let me help you. This will be wonderful for both of us."

  I gently put my hands on her sides and moved to turn her around. She turned and I pulled her back gently and hugged her from behind. Moving back, she followed and I was now leaning against the back of the tub, my legs out and Isabella in my lap. I let her settle against me and just stroked her head and wrapped one arm around her, just under her breasts. Her body relaxed and we lay like that, feeling the swirling water. I slowly moved my hand up to her breast and she showed no concern. I cupped it and gave it a gentle rub. She just sighed and settled in closer.

  I moved my other hand from her head and ran it down her body to her lower tummy and her legs parted. I moved lower and felt my fingers glide down to her young pussy. I softly moved them over her clit and Isabella sighed again and her head turned to the side and rested against my breasts. As if this was a daily ritual, I stroked and massaged her clit while cupping her breasts. One of her legs moved and she brought up a knee and rested it on the edge of the tub, leaving her adolescent femininity open and receptive. For several minutes I softly caressed her clit and then moved a finger tip to her small labia and down to her vagina. She gave a slight shudder and settled again.

  Her hand went to mine, holding it to her she moved her leg a bit more, inviting me to enter a finger tip. I carefully worked it in and she just readjusted her self, melting into my body and pushed my hand a bit more firmly. My other hand was now playing with her firmly erect nipple. It was long and thin, in young adolescent fashion. With a finger tip in her small vagina and my palm rubbing her clit she was well on her way to orgasm. I kept the stimulation at a steady pace, wanting her to have a slow and gradual climb to ecstasy. She was now breathing deeper, slowly and rhythmically. Her hips were moving ever so slightly. I tried to get her close, wanting to keep her there without letting her peak. It was working.

  She was moving more now, almost like an older woman might move, her hips rocking side to side. Her other hand went to her other breasts and held it, then moved to my hand, holding it against her tightly. I leaned my head down to kiss her head and tightened on her, hugging her at her breast and vulva. She wiggled and then resettled again. I gave her slightly more pressure with both hands and she sighed her consent. I let my head fall back and concentrated on giving her what I hoped would be her very best orgasm ever. My finger tip, curled back into her vagina and she gave a slight gasp and she tightened on me.

  I tried to press up into her G and she started to squirm in deep sexual pleasure. The teen child may have an immature mind, I thought, but her sexuality was advanced beyond her age. I worked up at her G and she was on her way. She started to cry out, softly at first as the climax built. Her vaginal muscles were clamped on my finger with surprising power. I pushed my palm against her vulva and she pushed back. Her clit was being pressed hard and she worked to make it harder. She was pressing my hand against her and was helping me move it. Her legs came together and she squeezed on my hand as her climax reached the point of no return. Her pelvis was gyrating and the pressure from her legs was incredible.

  She gasped, then again and an orgasm overwhelmed her. She cried out, saying something I didn't understand but was obviously something deeply primal. Her body convulsed, then once more. A slight pause and then a final total body shuddering spasm and she was over the peak and was coming back down. I felt like I was in heaven, like I had been the first to give her a proper woman to woman orgasm. I held her tight and keeping my hands where they were, just let her calm down, listened to her panting and feeling her body sink against mine. Then I moved my arms around her and just held her tight. Her slim body was rocking as she came the long way back down and then she let her head fall against me and lay still.

  I was certain that I had never had an orgasm like that when I was eighteen. But then, I had never been seduced by an older woman at that age. I felt no shame or guilt at what we had done. I knew it was my doing and that even at the age of eighteen, Isabella was not mentally old enough to give proper consent but I still felt at peace with the situation. I kissed her head and asked, "Are you okay, honey?" She just nodded her head yes and lat still.

  While we had been the tub, the water had cooled and I wanted to refill it with warmer water. I moved to get up and Isabella did so as well. We stood up and stepped out. I handed her a robe and she looked a bit puzzled. I smiled and said," It's meant to go on when you are wet." It was big on her but she didn't notice. I wrapped a towel around my upper body and pulled the plug. "We need some warmer water, Isabella and then we'll get back in."

  She smiled at that and gave me a hug. We stood there, hugging as the water drained. I again kissed her head and she turned it up, eyes closed and lips together. I gave her a quick kiss on her lips and she kissed me back. I paused, then kissed again, slower and deeper. She was not at all concerned and we staid there kissing and I put a hand to her small round butt and pulled her in. Our lips parted and she put her head against my breast and held me tight. After a moment we let go and I went to replace the water. Then I paused, and not starting the water, took her by the hand and went out into the room. She followed willingly and we sat down on the couch. I lay back against one arm rest and Isabella just moved on top and curled up. I moved a knee up and let it rest against the back of the couch. Isabella readjusted and lying on me sideways, her hip was right on my vulva. My towel was riding up and the only thing between my tingling pussy and her was her robe. She resettled and I felt sparks deep in my vagina as her hard hip moved on me. She seemed like she wanted to have a nap and I let her. Her robe was partly open and a deliciously young, adolescent breast was visible. I put my upper arm around her and my hand went to it and held it. She just gave a feint sigh and went calm.

  Soon her breathing was slowing. After a minute she was asleep. I didn't want to sleep but just lay still, feeling the warmth from her body and the pressure of her face, resting against my breast. Soon I was moving my hips, almost imperceptively, and realized it was not a conscious movement. I was letting Isabella's hip press into my vulva and the sensation was so sensual, so erotic that I was wet before I knew it.

  With my eyes closed, I lay there gently and quietly moving just enough to feel her press and stimulate me. She wasn't quite directly over my clit and I moved a bit under her, parting my leg a bit more and getting her hip to sit directly on my tingling and rubbery firm pleasure point. She stirred a bit and I passed. She shifted a bit and resettled directly in the position that suited me best. I was still for a minute as her breathing slowed and she fell deeper into s
leep. Then my hips started to slightly move again and the sensation from my clit was amplified by my memory of her orgasm, which was like a mental aphrodisiac. With only barely perceptible movement, my body was being flooded with warm and delightful pleasure. All I wanted to do was lie there and feel her against me, her hard and warm hip pressing down on me and slowly bringing me up the path to a soft and melting climax. It was happening. I knew it would be wonderful.

  I lay there, making no effort to move any more than I was. Isabella slept soundly; unaware of the pleasures I was getting from her. Not wanting to come too quickly, I paused every minute for a while and just let the pressure of her on my clit carry me. My hand, cupping her firm breast didn't make any movement at all. I just relished the sensation of holding her like that, her nipple relaxed, and her breast filling my cupped hand. Her face was on my right breast and my left hand went to my left breast, my towel now open and my nipple firmly erect. I pulled at my nipple, stretching it out to the point where it almost hurt. I kept my mouth partly open and stifled the urge to moan.

  With my hips still and Isabella firmly on my clit, I gave my nipple another pull, this time to the point of pain and held it out. The sensation went straight to my clit and it felt like white hot molten metal. I almost gasped but stayed quiet and still. Easing off my nipple stretch, I paused and then pulled again, harder. I almost cried out and my body tensed. Isabella was too deeply asleep to notice and I pressed up, pushing my clit and feeling the pressure build. I was coming. As the climax built and I felt the pressure in my pelvis rise, I eased off the nipple stretch and relaxed my hips. I wanted to stay close to melting as long as possible. The pressure in my pelvis and the desire to come coursing through my head, was almost irresistible, but somehow I held it off. I stayed there, as close as damn to swearing and loved it. I heard a rushing in my head and by just pressing up into Isabella slightly, the rushing got louder and I edged closer to the abyss of sex. If I had been alone, I would have been rocking and screaming, but I lay as still as possible and then let it happen. A slight more pull on my aching nipple, a slight more pressure up against the sleeping teen child and I was ready to fall into sexual paradise. I took a very deep breathe and plunged.