Lydia Again - Pt 4
'Where did you get it? Was it from that place down from Omonia square?' I asked, more with curiosity rather than interest. I moved my hand over her thigh, towards her centre of all desires and delights.
'No Sam, not from that shabby place. I bought it from Anne Summers at the beginning of summer, while I was polishing my English in London.' Iona answered smilingly.
'Ohhh! That's very interesting!' I answered surprisingly.
'Have I satisfied your curiosity?' Iona asked. She gave me a sweet look as I slowly pulled my hand back over her stomach, just above before her navel. Then I started to massage the area around her navel and slowly I let it crawl under the elastic waist bend of her pyjama pants.
'My curiosity is more than satisfied. Do you like what I'm doing?' I asked as I continued moving and pressing my hand further down until it crawled inside the little patch which was just covering her vaginal area. I looked in her eyes.
'Emmm; yess; it feels good... although strange.' She answered. Iona's eyes were wide open; awaiting for what was coming next. Whilst the pelvic area was being massaged I was also feeling the trimmed pubic hair between my fingers.
'You don't like it; why, does it feel strange?' I asked Iona as I moved my lips towards hers. They touched. She put her hands around my neck and pressed mine against hers. Our tongues met and played as she became hotter and wilder. I was also hot. This was the first pussy I was going to penetrate. It had never been penetrated by any other male organ; before today. I pressed a little forward until, with two fingers I found the hot excited button.
Her body jumped as my fingers pressed on her little nubile. I pushed the gusset back with my fingers to get a more comfortable access. Her legs were closed tight and I had to push my fingers to get to the core. I wanted to get further and deeper between her smooth legs, touching those moist lips which I was sure were yearning to be teased and sucked. They were tightly closed, pressed together. The more I forced my fingers between her closed legs the more they got closer to her hidden secret.
I looked at her face, those beautiful eyes. She knew what I wanted. She just slightly separated them. It was not enough. It was a tease. She restricted me from getting closer and access to her hungry pussy. The more I pushed the wilder Iona became. Her legs never opened, too much. They stayed partially jammed together. My fingers moved a little backwards so at least I could massage her clitoris. She moaned as her body trembled. The fire I was igniting between her legs gave her the first orgasm of that afternoon, which had been building inside her, for some time.
As our lips slightly parted, she moaned and cried. That first orgasm had already overtaken her body. 'Iona please... I like to feel those wet lips you are hiding between those beautiful pair of covered legs. Oooohh Iona; I'll promise I send you crazy.' I begged.
I looked at her face; that time her eyes were closed. Her body was vibrating. My fingers were still massaging her clit, moving backwards and forwards, sometimes lightly sometimes pressing hard. The more her sexual tension increased and her vibrations accelerated the more my fingers danced around her clit until I stopped precisely on the little knot. Her body vibrated with pleasure as she pushed her ass up and pressed her clit against my pointing finger. Every heart beat her heart beat; I felt it flowing from her knot through my finger.
I was growing crazy. My dick was raging; getting harder and harder. The more her heart increased in its beatings the more uncomfortable I became. I wanted to get off the bed and discard all my clothes in a split second. I wanted to get down between her legs and send her over to any wonderland she may have desired.
I held my finger pressed against her clit and whispered in her ear. 'Do you like what I'm doing sweetie...emmm. Your body is shaking; your pussy is getting wetter and wetter... I couldn't wait to put my finger slowly in that little soppy hole you have there... waiting... yearning for more... and more. The heat and the sexual tension down in your pussy are getting more intense and passionate. All your holes are ready to be taken, to be penetrated and; too be fucked.' I teased her. I did not know how careless I became. A few days earlier I was very naive to play in this field. My experience wasn't much, as yet, but I think I started to take control of myself, while getting more self-confident.
Hera had pressed me and opened all my doors and windows to the fascination of the female specie. The beauty of her body and with every hidden part she had. I was yearning for more, experience different women and learn more about their tastes, behaviours and hunger for their flesh; not to mention the pleasures and the satisfaction of fornicating. Sometimes I asked myself why me? I never tried to find an answer. Infront of me there was a mission which I had to accomplish.
Iona moaned, and her body vibrated while she pressed me to hers. She kissed me while her body was really erupting. The more she moaned and cried the more her body became engulfed in a mind blowing orgasm; which at last she did not care anymore if her legs were closed together or wide open. My hand quickly went down there between them. It was the first opportunity I had to cup the whole of her quim which I did not renounce. I pressed my hand against it as the middle finger fell between her inner lips and found the little entrance to her vagina. The flow of love juice flowing out; was amazing.
The more I pressed my fingers against her sex the more my middle finger ended up embedded inside her vagina. She was totally lost. Her eyes were totally closed; her body was shaking and the words she was moaning out were really dirty. She was in the midst of another frantic orgasm which I just let her to enjoy. I kept my hand down there as I relaxed the pressure a little and pushed the finger further in, deeper as far as it could go. The juices were still flowing. I was moving my finger around trying to hit her G-spot. I tried and tried, but with her body movements I could not get to it. She got wilder and wilder, while I was hoping that nobody could hear her moaning and shouting. The doors were closed but we were within a complex of flats.
In the end I gave her a kiss, pulled my finger out of her vagina and slowly withdrew my hand from within her little panties. I pressed the little gusset between those swollen lips so as to collect the maximum amount of love juice from what was rushing out.
I stayed there holding her head in my tired hand as she was still holding me. I had become very uncomfortable and for a long time I could not move. I was anxiously waiting for her to return back from her journey, wherever she had ended, I could never tell. At least her moaning and body movements started to fade. She relaxed, stretched herself and stayed there in the same place and position, where she was on the bed, still with her eyes closed. Her body was still lost in distant wonders. Her hands dwindled and broke way from around my body. I tried to move my hand, which had by then became numb, but it was not easy; I had to pull, to get my hand off from around her neck. Fortunately she was still lost and she did not even notice.
I stood up slowly, making sure I do not disturb her as I discarded my clothes. My shoes had already been off, so when I was down to my briefs with the huge bulge still there infront, her eyelids had started to part. I just stood there staring at her beauty; the way she was, there, stretched in the middle of the double bed, so sated and relaxed. She really looked, like wonder woman.
