Her chest heaves, up and down. Her breasts, quite perky and entire, are exposed but I barely notice them. Something has taken my mind way back. Maybe it's her scent, it's intimate. 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 bracing in my judgment. Or maybe it was the sensual way she said my name,"Steeeeve"with a stress whenever my mouth touched her neck. Whatever it was that took me back, well, it did and now as I lie on this opulent bed next to this aphrodisiac charwoman I met at a bar earlier, my mind goes back to the foremost clock time I had sex.
I was in high school. I met her at an inter-school sports event. Jennifer. Her name was Jennifer. I met her by sheer co-occurrence, we were asked to have scores for the basketball game match and thus sat close. She wore a short athletics annulus that exposed her retentive brown wooden leg. Being a Virgo the Virgin, my aid was not on her firm too-big-for-her-age white meat, 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, varsity letter were being exchanged. I could not wait for the holidays so I could invite her over to our plate. She came to my home on the second of the four workweek vacation. I was so excite. Looking back at it, it's endearing how my excitement had nothing to do with my carnal region. In fact, sex was the utmost thing from my judgment. That and marrying Beyonce ( yes, I was in passion with her that early ).
We started making out in the comic of means. She told me of what a bad terpsichorean she is and I offered to help her. We got too conclusion and our brim could not superintend one more second gear apart. We rolled over to the lounge and then to the floor, still in each others sleeve. Hers were the softest lips I had kissed, not that I had a huge catalog to liken with, early than my aunt's ( she used to kiss me on my sass when I was younger and mum wasn't around, she would also put my hands in her private area and ask me not to state, I never did till now aunt Liz ).
When they say sex is the most cancel of things, they lie not. My hands started going for her trouser button instinctively, yes, instinctively because it was the very 1st time I was doing this. She didn't resist my advances, she just kept on kissing me as if I was not about to reveal her fair sex. Her eyes were closed, I know because I opened mine for a brief second and glint. We kept going, her with the kissing and I with the unbuttoning, and the cuddling too, but my thinker was mainly on the unbuttoning.
Her clit could no longer resist the pressure and it gave way. I slipped my hand and felt her cotton panty ( my mum is in the apparel diligence and I can tell apart cotton wool from silk with my eyes closed ). How my peter had not burst by now is beyond me because this was the very outset time I was touching a woman's"womanhood ”. By this time, stopping was not a possibility. My peter would not reserve me. I started taking off her trousers, together with her pantie and she lifted her pelvic girdle to help it. I was most certainly not the only one who was dying to eat the"veto yield ”.
I quickly undid my trouser and freed my cock while she lay there and looked at me, none of us uttering a bingle word as we feared it might ruin the otherwise perfect moment. A bit of porn and story from my more feel best booster ( and by more feel, I mean he had watched more porn than me ) had taught me where everything goes. I spread her branch with one paw with the other 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 years ( literally dreamt about it, in a wet form of way ).
Her heart never stopped staring into mine the total time. I felt the indistinctness, the wetness, the warmth on the tip of my prick. She was breathing heavily, fear or anticipation I didn't know and quite frankly I could care less. I pushed in slowly, partly to savour the tactile sensation but mainly because at this distributor point her hands were on my pelvis dictating the upper of the"launching ”. Inch by inch I penetrated till I felt some sort of"tegument"which I would later make out to instruct was the Hymen. My zeal got the safe of me and I pushed all the way in. The scream she uttered almost rendered me deaf. Kicking, pushing and struggling followed. rip welled up in her eyes. It must be really painful. At that minute I only cared about how goodness it felt and started moving in and out, slowly at commencement but picked up musical rhythm. Her crying and kicking slowly subsided and she started moving her articulatio coxae in tandem bicycle with mine, meeting my thrust. This only made the experience all the more heavenly.
"Steeeve ! ! !"My name never sounded better. She started moving her rosehip faster. Her hands were now on my ass, pulling me in with every jab, ensuring I went in as deep as I possibly could. The two instant this lasted must have been the best two minutes of my entire life."Steeeeve ! ! !"She continued yelling out my figure, Her pussy began to contract bridge and her respiration became faster. Her leg locked me in, her hands held my neck so tight I thought she was trynna vote out me. That's when she nibbled on my ear, gently at first but it got harder and sore after a sec. It didn't last farsighted M, if it had I would be writing about the challenges of living with a bingle ear. Her unscathed body shook for about thirty s. I didn't know what was happening then but I had just given her her commencement orgasm.
When finally she relaxed, I resumed my relentless thrusting as I felt an exhilarating, affectionate tingling sensation starting to build in me. It originated somewhere on my modest spinal column ( eldritch I know ), outspread towards my balls and instinctively I started thrusting harder. The slurping well-grounded our bodies made as they made contact was just divine."Ah ! Ah ! Ah ! … ..."The moan escaped her with every thrust. The tingling sensation was growing impregnable and I knew I could no longer check it in.
With one final jabbing I shot my burden deep into her."Aaaaaah !"I could not serve it. This had to be the C. H. Best touch sensation I ever felt. I lay on top of her for a second before my dick shrank and I pulled it out. We were both sweaty and curtly of breathing time. A sly smile spread across her face. She had never been more beautiful.
"Hey, ain't asleep yet ?"I'm brought back from my castle in Spain by the woman lying side by side to me.
"Not yet darling."I reply as I close my eyes and effort to get some sleep