My First Time with you

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My First Time with youYou are sitting at the computer, concentrating on the activity online. I approach from behind, and put my arms around your shoulders, lean my 44F breasts into your back, and nuzzle your ear. You lean into me, and lose your stream of thought on the conversation online. I kiss the top of your head, then the back of your neck. “Let’s go to bed, hot rod,” I whisper huskily.A few quick keystrokes and you are logged off. I shut off the light and lead you into the dimly lit bedroom. The bed looks inviting, and you sit on the edge. I stand in front of you, one of your legs between mine, and resting lightly on your knee with my warm femaleness. You begin to feel a stirring, but you know that I am not going to make your satisfaction come too soon, nor will you mine. I am unbuttoning your shirt collar, and lean forward, kissing you in the hollow of your neck, and letting my fingers trail onto your chest. Putting your arms around me, you pull me closer and kiss my eyelids, my hair, all around my mouth. I suck your lower lip into my mouth and gently nibble at it, as my hands push your chest a bit away from me, just enough to unbutton a few more shirt buttons. I wrap my arms around you beneath your shirt and rub my fingers lightly on your bare back. I feel a bit of a shiver from you as I adjust to the almost tickling sensation. Quickly, I thrust my arms upward and yank your shirt unexpectedly out of your pants.My hands move to your belt, and you are continuing to attempt to suck my tongue into your mouth, while I fumble with the buckle. From experience, you know that the fumble is all part of the tease, and you love feeling my fingers fluttering at your fly, exciting you even more. You know I love seeing that first thrust of your hard cock against the fabric of your shorts once I have freed you from the belt and zipper, and at the same time, you long for my hot and moist crotch against you. You run your hands down my clitoris, and pull me toward you with the other hand, but I resist, still working on your zipper.At last I manage to slide it downward. Your cock bursts forth from the constriction of your pants and pushes against the soft fabric of your shorts. I move my hands down over the stiff cock and you take in a breath quickly. Your hands grip my ass, and begins to work at pulling my dress up over my ample rear.I’ve got on your favourite dress, the black silk one, and you imagine that you can feel the soft lacy half slip and matching camisole, but you aren’t absolutely sure. I am a woman of many surprises, and my imagination is limitless. I raise myself up a bit, still balancing on your knee, and allow the dress to slide up.”Oh My God,” you intoned to yourself. I didn’t have on the slip and you can’t feel the bottom of the camisole, either. You suspect that I have on some as yet unseen article to delight you.I lean backward, and let you shrug off the shirt. Then I drop to the floor and untie your shoes, pull them off, roll your socks down and off. I caress your arches, tickle the tops of your feet lightly, and drop a small kiss on the instep of each foot. Running my hands up your calves, Ipull forward lightly, and urge you to stand. As you arise, your pants slide to the floor and are tossed aside. Then I rise, and in one swift motion lift my arms and allow you to slip the dress up and over my head. The cloth moving over my hair made it even wilder and sexier than usual.But my hair is not what you güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri are concentrating on. No, definitely not my hair. The removal of the dress reveals a one piece garment. It is cinched in my waist and emphasizes my already hourglass and substantial figure. At the top, my 44F breasts are half bare, and the nipples peek out over a tiny edge of pink lace. They are burning, aching to be touched. My areola are swollen and are almost half the size of my nipples, an asset I have always had since a teenager. You rest your hands lightly at my waist and notice my red blonde hair peeking out at you from below. This garment, whatever it is, ends just below the hip and there are garters descending down my legs (black and pink garters, no less!) and hooking into sheer black fishnet stockings. How could you have not guessed that something like this was waiting under that much loved but demure dress, you wondered.Your hands force me to turn around, and the back of the undergarment reveals that that is just as bare. My rounded rear protrudes invitingly and you smooth your hands over the cheeks. You teasingly run a finger up between my cleft and feel me tense under your touch. You turn me back around, pulling me close, and ruling me with your cool touch. I melt against you.I can feel the protrusion of your cock pushing against me, and I realize that you are still wearing your cotton undershorts. I run my hands around your back and ease them inside the waistband, sliding them down, and over your ass. For just a moment we are locked that way. Then I begin pulling your underwear off, revealing your hairy cock, and backing just far enough away from you to lift the shorts over your hard cock, and let the underwear fall to the floor.You move backwards and again sit on the edge of the bed. You pull me toward you, your hands still caressing my rear, and bury your face in the cleft of my breasts, nuzzling and licking and nibbling. My fingers are running through the back of your hair, lightly tickling your scalp and sending shivers down your spine, as I widen the angle between my legs and allow your fingers to glide over my hairless, warm, moist fragrant slit.One of your hands trails down the back of my thigh, playing around the top of stocking and finally finding the garter. You unhook it, and then repeat the action on the other side. As sexy as this garment is, you know that the body underneath, with the expanse of soft pink white skin is even more sensuous. Slowly you release me, never breaking the rhythm of your caresses, and slide your hand down my leg, reaching my ankle. You stretch the leg out, resting the small foot gently on your crotch. The black fishnet stockinged toes wiggle against your balls, and you admire the view of my balanced there, one leg up and touching you most privately, my pink pussy open to you, the pose causing my breasts to be thrust forward and my ass appear almost totally rounded. You slide your hand back up the leg, and unhook the front garter, allowing yourself the luxury of a brush of your fingers across my opening before you release that leg to the floor, and replace it with my other. You almost give in to the urge to bury your face in my downy privates, but instead continue to remove my stocking.This time however, you do not release my foot to the floor. You slide the silky nylon down my leg and let the motion of my toes and the fabric being swished youwin güvenilir mi over your scrotum to excite you further, as you explore the possibilities of how the black and pink bustier is to be removed. Finally, you discover a pink ribbon at the centre front that looks like it could be untied, and putting my foot back to the floor, lean forward and concentrate on this puzzle. Your large hands fumble with the tiny ribbon but manage to untie it, and then free the laces down the front of the garment. Eventually, the garment is loosened enough to allow it to slide off with your help, and I step out of it, leaving the small pile of black and pink lace on the floor. My breasts barely drop, they are solid and protrude the full 44F. They are perfectly formed and my nipples are like organ stops. All around my areola are dark brown yet the nipples are a bright pink.You cup a breast in each hand, and brush your thumbs across my nipples. I gasp as your finger runs over the end of each nipple and I thrust myself toward you, and begin kissing your neck, your chin, your mouth. Touching my nipples is like unlocking the door to a wild b**st on heat. Together, we roll onto the bed, facing each other and side by side, kiss and fondle, your fingers tracing circles around my breasts and my hands pulling you toward me by your hips. A subtle shift and I am on top of
you, straddling your chest with my knees, my moist smooth crotch resting warmly on you. I dangle my 44F breasts in your face, teasing you with the milky softness and my erect pink nipples. I brush your lips with the nipples and lean forward, burying your face between my breasts, feeling your hot breath on me, and letting your hands guide a nipple into your mouth. Your tongue flicks across the nipple, and gently you begin sucking, as I rock forward on my hips to match the rhythm of your mouth on my throbbing nipple. I can feel a line running straight downward from my nipple to my clitoris and long to feel your mouth or hand or cock touching me there too, as I rub myself against your chest.Your hands urge me aside, and now I am on the bottom, with your face on my tummy and your hands beneath my hips. Your cock brushed my chin, and I move my tongue to it as you run your mouth down my belly, part my legs with your hands, and taste me. I am so moist and your tongue tastes the sweetness that you have created. I am silky smooth and my juices run freely down the inside of my thighs. Your tongue flicks over my clitoris, I jerk violently and I feel the urge to moan, but your cock is filling my mouth and resting on my throat, so I lick and suck and reach for your balls with my hands.I can feel your hands working my hips higher, pulling them into my face, and then a finger dipping into my soaking wet vagina from behind. You toy there, moving the finger in circles inside me, then in and out. I am grinding my hips in rhythm with you. All the time, your tongue and lips continue to work on my throbbing clitoris, which has swollen to almost an inch long and pushing through my inner lips, and I feel the tension beginning to build. Your finger left my vagina, and slides southward, finding my anus and teasing, touching, tickling there until the tightness relaxed and the finger, moist with my own juices, slides inside. I take a breath quickly, and feel the fullness, the thrusting, your mouth, your fingers…and know that soon all inhibitions would release youwin giriş and I would cum, and cum, and cum.But no…the rhythm changes and I almost cry with the disappointment. You pull back, and turn around, resting my ankles on your shoulders and spreading my legs wide as you place the head of your cock at my vaginal door. You ease forward, stretching my opening little by little then, just as I was getting used to the stretching your head slips inside and my vagina clamps like a vice around your cock. Without warning you thrust down, burying the whole of your seven inches to the hilt into me. The sudden fullness makes me gasp with delight, and you let my legs support you as you plunge forward, letting your cock stay inside me for a second as I tighten the muscles inside to clutch at your organ. You know I love this, what I call my “rocking chair” as we move back and forth together, watching each others faces, bodies hot and slick and melting into one.But now it is my turn. I stop the motion, and I realise that now the tables are turned. I want you in my mouth, the explosion coming where I can feel it all, and you accommodate me by pulling out and rolling onto your back. I leaned over you, on my knees and at your side, my rounded asstoward you, my legs slightly separated. I take your cock in my mouth, touching your balls lightly with one hand and balancing on the other. You raise your hand to my bottom and smack it with your open palm once lightly. The sudden shock makes me take your cock more deeply, and I moan as I feel my power over you with my tongue, my teeth grazing your foreskin ever so gentlyon the out thrust.My rear presents such an inviting picture, and you slide a finger lightly into my anus, another into my vagina. Silently, I thanked my lucky stars that I’d found a man with big, agile hands. The finger in my ass moves circularly, and the finger in my pussy moves in and out. Your thumb brushes my clit and I begin to moan, even as I feel your balls tightening. The rhythm begins to build, your two fingers and your thumb moving at the same pace as my tongue and lips and fingers on your balls. Both of us are beyond the point of return and my hips thrust in time to your hands. Your pelvis rises and falls, helping my mouth along. A moan begins, whether from you or me neither is certain, and is joined by a cry from the other.My clit is throbbing and I feel the tingle all the way to my 44F tits as I rubbed them across your thigh. I press downward, pushing myself into our hands, and tonguing your cock more frantically. I know that only seconds are left, if that, and then I feel your cock begin pulsating.As my own orgasm crested and washes over me, the waves of motion and emotion taking me, I taste your sperm in my mouth, feel it splatting against my palate. Everything becomes a blur of sensations, pleasurable tastes, touches, sounds, smells, sights all blending into a wonderful moment of total abandon of inhibition. I let myself ride the crest, and dimly know you are doing the same.And then I relaxed, let your now flaccid cock fall aside. I drop from my knees to stretch out, still facing opposite you, on the bed. I become aware of the heavy breathing and the slick bodies and the musky scents and rested, as you did the same. A few minutes later, I twisted around and righted myself, putting my head on the pillow next to yours.I kiss you on the ear lightly, and grin at your satisfied and sleepy smile. I whisper “My love, I never ever expected to meet someone like you online. And taking it off line was surely the bonus of a lifetime.” And then I snuggled up next to you and fall into a light sleep, knowing that a similar scene would be enacted again in a few hours, as we savoured our limited timetogether.

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