Her thorax lift, up and down. Her chest, quite perky and total, are exposed but I barely notice them. Something has taken my mind way back. Maybe it's her fragrance, it's familiar spirit. Or maybe it was the way she bit my ear as she climaxed. That was exactly how Jennifer had nibbled on my ears all those years back. It's still fresh in my brain. Or maybe it was the sensual way she said my gens,"Steeeeve"with a focus whenever my lips touched her cervix. Whatever it was that took me back, well, it did and now as I lie on this luxurious bed side by side to this sexy adult female I met at a bar earlier, my mind goes back to the first meter I had sex.
I was in high school. I met her at an inter-school sportswoman effect. Jennifer. Her public figure was Jennifer. I met her by sheer coincidence, we were asked to take piles for the basketball match and thus sat close. She wore a short sports chick that exposed her long Brown University pegleg. Being a Virgo the Virgin, my attention was not on her firm too-big-for-her-age breasts, or her god-damn-that's-tight ass that I only noticed when she was leaving, it was on her beautiful warm grin that would most certainly thaw a glacier.
We became acquaint and soon enough, missive were being exchanged. I could not wait for the vacation so I could invite her over to our dwelling house. She came to my dwelling on the second of the four calendar week vacation. I was so stimulate. Looking back at it, it's adorable how my excitement had nada to do with my carnal regions. In fact, sex was the uttermost thing from my mind. That and marrying Beyonce ( yes, I was in sexual love with her that early ).
We started making out in the funniest of direction. She told me of what a bad professional dancer she is and I offered to serve her. We got too nigh and our lips could not manage one more second apart. We rolled over to the couch and then to the base, still in each others arms. Hers were the softest rim I had kissed, not that I had a huge catalog to compare with, other than my aunty's ( she used to kiss me on my backtalk when I was younger and mum wasn't around, she would also put my hired man in her private areas and ask me not to tell, I never did till now aunt Liz ).
When they say sex is the most natural of things, they lie not. My bridge player started going for her trouser button instinctively, yes, instinctively because it was the very low gear clock time I was doing this. She didn't resist my feeler, she just kept on kissing me as if I was not about to give away her womanhood. Her eyes were closed, I know because I opened mine for a brief second and glint. We kept going, her with the hugging and I with the unbuttoning, and the fondling too, but my mind was mainly on the unbuttoning.
Her button could no longer defy the insistency and it gave way. I slipped my manus and felt her cotton fiber panty ( my mum is in the apparel manufacture and I can order cotton from silk with my eyes closed ). How my cock had not burst by now is beyond me because this was the very first time I was touching a woman's"womanhood ”. By this prison term, stopping was not a possibility. My hammer would not allow me. I started taking off her pant, together with her scanty and she lifted her pelvic arch to facilitate it. I was most certainly not the only one who was dying to eat the"proscribe fruit ”.
I quickly undid my pant and freed my cock while she lay there and looked at me, none of us uttering a single word as we feared it might ruin the otherwise perfect moment. A bit of pornography and stories from my more experienced best Quaker ( and by More experience, I mean he had watched more porn than me ) had taught me where everything goes. I spread her legs with one paw with the early one holding the cock firmly as a soldier would hold his gun. I lay on top of her and positioned myself to finally do something I had dreamt of doing for many geezerhood ( literally dreamt about it, in a wet form of way ).
Her centre never stopped staring into mine the entire time. I felt the softness, the wetness, the warmth on the tip of my putz. She was breathing heavily, fear or expectation I didn't know and quite frankly I could care less. I pushed in slowly, partly to savor the tactile sensation but mainly because at this point her hands were on my hip joint dictating the speed of the"unveiling ”. Inch by in I penetrated till I felt some sort of"peel"which I would later hail to pick up was the hymen. My avidness got the better of me and I pushed all the way in. The shriek she uttered almost rendered me deaf. boot, pushing and struggling followed. bout welled up in her middle. It must be really painful. At that moment I only cared about how good it felt and started moving in and out, slowly at first but picked up rhythm. Her shout and kicking slowly subsided and she started moving her hips in tandem with mine, meeting my push. This only made the experience all the More heavenly.
"Steeeve ! ! !"My public figure never sounded better. She started moving her articulatio coxae faster. Her hands were now on my ass, pulling me in with every knife thrust, ensuring I went in as cryptic as I possibly could. The two minutes this lasted must have been the best two minutes of my entire lifespan."Steeeeve ! ! !"She continued yelling out my figure, Her slit began to contract and her breathing became faster. Her stage locked me in, her hands held my neck so wet I thought she was trynna kill me. That's when she nibbled on my ear, gently at first but it got harder and painful after a sec. It didn't death foresighted M, if it had I would be writing about the challenges of living with a single ear. Her whole eubstance shook for about thirty secondment. I didn't know what was happening then but I had just given her her first sexual climax.
When finally she relaxed, I resumed my relentless thrusting as I felt an exhilarating, warm up prickling sense experience starting to build in me. It originated somewhere on my grim back ( Weird I know ), spread towards my balls and instinctively I started thrusting harder. The slurping sound our bodies made as they made inter-group communication was just divine."Ah ! Ah ! Ah ! … ..."The moan escaped her with every knife thrust. The tingling whizz was growing potent and I knew I could no longer confine it in.
With one final thrust I shot my lode deep into her."Aaaaaah !"I could not help it. This had to be the Charles Herbert Best feel I ever felt. I lay on top of her for a minute before my gumshoe shrank and I pulled it out. We were both sweaty and dead of intimation. A sly grin facing pages across her typeface. She had never been to a greater extent beautiful.
"Hey, ain't asleep yet ?"I'm brought back from my reverie by the woman lying following to me.
"Not yet darling."I reply as I close my center and tries to get some sleep