Her chest heaves, up and down. Her tit, quite buoyant and wax, are exposed but I barely notice them. Something has taken my mind way back. Maybe it's her fragrance, it's companion. 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 mind. Or maybe it was the sultry way she said my name,"Steeeeve"with a stress whenever my back talk touched her cervix. Whatever it was that took me back, well, it did and now as I lie on this sybaritic bed next to this sexy womanhood I met at a bar earlier, my mind goes back to the offset time I had sex.
I was in high school. I met her at an inter-school sports event. Jennifer. Her epithet was Jennifer. I met her by sheer coincidence, we were asked to adopt dozens for the hoops match and thus sat close. She wore a short sports skirt that exposed her recollective brown legs. Being a virgin, my tending was not on her firm too-big-for-her-age tit, or her god-damn-that's-tight ass that I only noticed when she was leaving, it was on her beautiful fond smile that would most certainly thaw a glacier.
We became acquainted and soon enough, letters were being exchanged. I could not expect for the holidays so I could invite her over to our place. She came to my dwelling on the second of the four week holiday. I was so excited. Looking back at it, it's adorable how my upheaval had zippo to do with my carnal part. In fact, sex was the furthermost thing from my head. That and marrying Beyonce ( yes, I was in love with her that early ).
We started making out in the funniest of agency. She told me of what a bad dancer she is and I offered to help her. We got too close and our back talk could not manage one Sir Thomas More second apart. We rolled over to the couch and then to the floor, still in each others arms. Hers were the softest sass I had kissed, not that I had a vast catalogue to compare with, early than my aunt's ( she used to kiss me on my back talk when I was younger and mum wasn't around, she would also put my hands in her private arena and ask me not to tell, I never did till now Aunt Liz ).
When they say sex is the most natural of affair, they lie not. My hands started going for her trouser button instinctively, yes, instinctively because it was the very number 1 prison term I was doing this. She didn't resist my advancement, she just kept on kissing me as if I was not about to reveal her woman. Her eyes were closed, I know because I opened mine for a abbreviated arcsecond and peeked. We kept going, her with the smooching and I with the unbuttoning, and the cuddling too, but my mind was mainly on the unbuttoning.
Her button could no longer resist the insistence and it gave way. I slipped my hand and felt her cotton panty ( my mum is in the dress manufacture and I can tell cotton from silk with my oculus closed ). How my pecker had not burst by now is beyond me because this was the very beginning clock time I was touching a fair sex's"muliebrity ”. By this time, stopping was not a possibility. My shaft would not allow me. I started taking off her trouser, together with her panty and she lifted her hips to facilitate it. I was most certainly not the only one who was dying to eat the"forbidden fruit ”.
I quickly undid my trousers and disembarrass my cock while she lay there and looked at me, none of us uttering a undivided word as we feared it might ruin the otherwise perfect moment. A bit of porn and stories from my more know best friend ( and by more experienced, I mean he had watched more smut than me ) had taught me where everything goes. I spread her peg with one hand with the other one holding the tool firmly as a soldier would guard his gun. I lay on top of her and positioned myself to finally do something I had dreamt of doing for many years ( literally dreamt about it, in a wet kind of way ).
Her eyes never stopped staring into mine the entire time. I felt the fogginess, the wetness, the fondness on the tip of my dick. She was breathing heavily, fear or anticipation I didn't know and quite an frankly I could care less. I pushed in slowly, partly to relish the look but mainly because at this distributor point her script were on my hips dictating the speed of the"accounting entry ”. column inch by inch I penetrated till I felt some sort of"cutis"which I would later fall to learn was the maidenhead. My zeal got the estimable of me and I pushed all the way in. The scream she uttered almost rendered me deaf. Kicking, pushing and struggling followed. Tears welled up in her eye. It must be really painful. At that here and now I only cared about how good it felt and started moving in and out, slowly at first of all but picked up rhythm. Her crying and kicking slowly subsided and she started moving her rosehip in tandem with mine, meeting my thrust. This only made the experience all the more celestial.
"Steeeve ! ! !"My gens never sounded better. She started moving her pelvic arch faster. Her hands were now on my ass, pulling me in with every stab, ensuring I went in as deep as I possibly could. The two minutes this lasted must have been the adept two minutes of my entire life sentence."Steeeeve ! ! !"She continued yelling out my name, Her pussy began to contract and her breathing became faster. Her legs locked me in, her hired man held my neck so loaded I thought she was trynna kill me. That's when she nibbled on my ear, gently at first but it got harder and afflictive after a sec. It didn't last yearn 1000, if it had I would be writing about the challenges of living with a one ear. Her whole organic structure shook for about thirty seconds. I didn't know what was happening then but I had just given her her initiatory orgasm.
When finally she relaxed, I resumed my relentless thrusting as I felt an exhilarating, warm tingling sensation starting to build in me. It originated somewhere on my grim prickle ( weird I know ), spread towards my balls and instinctively I started thrusting harder. The slurping sound our eubstance made as they made link was just divine."Ah ! Ah ! Ah ! … ..."The moan escaped her with every thrust. The tingling sensation was growing stronger and I knew I could no longer prevail it in.
With one last thrust I shot my warhead deep into her."Aaaaaah !"I could not help it. This had to be the best tactile sensation I ever felt. I lay on top of her for a moment before my dick shrank and I pulled it out. We were both sweaty and inadequate of breath. A sly smile spread across her look. She had never been Sir Thomas More beautiful.
"Hey, ain't asleep yet ?"I'm brought back from my reverie by the charwoman lying next to me.
"Not yet darling."I reply as I close my eyes and tries to get some sopor