this
soft," he said quietly, almost sounding in awe.
"Well, we are," I replied. "And we taste even softer. Kiss my shoulder."
He looked me in the eyes as if he were asking if I really meant it. I gave him a little "yes" nod. He slowly leaned down to me, timidly touching his lips to my shoulder. Him being 6'2" and me being only 5'3" made for a long way for him to bend over. But he must not have minded it because his lips lingered over my shoulders and neck for a tantalizingly long while.
By the time he raised back up to tower above me, he had raised my breathing and heart rate by several degrees.
"You like that?" I whispered, looking up into his face, searching for signs of just what might be running through his mind at that moment.
He slid his muscular arms around my waist. "Yes, Ma'am, I loved it, but please don't let me make a fool out of myself."
I could feel the nervousness in his tense inexperienced body as he pulled me close. I could also feel the hardness of his eager manhood pressing against my stomach.
"You don't have to worry about that," I whispered, putting my arms around his thick neck and pulling his face down to mine.
His kiss was tentative and tender at first, but quickly grew aggressive and passionate. I waited with anticipation for his tongue to slide between my lips, but either the idea didn't cross his mind or he was afraid to try it. Well, you've heard the old saying, "nothing ventured nothing gained," obviously, I'm the adventurous type; I gently slid my tongue over his lips and slowly eased it between them. At first, his seemed a bit apprehensive about what my tongue was doing. I thought for a moment he was going to stumble backward off the porch, but his apprehension faded fast and I soon tasted his delicious tongue gingerly slipping between my waiting lips.
I wanted to applaud his performance; his virgin tongue danced a romantic ballet in my mouth that made any major ballet company performance seem like a hoedown. Was the teacher now being taught, I wondered? Either he really knew what he was doing or he was eager for his tongue to experience everything it possibly could in the next sixty seconds because it sought out every detail of the interior of my mouth, all at once. Such a hungry kiss I had never known.
I felt his arms tighten around my waist and my feet leave the porch as he stood up straight and carried me, still sucking on his delicious tongue, into the house. My legs slowly wound around his hips as he carried me.
The next thing I realized we were laid back across his bed and I was on top of him, with my skirt and petticoat wrapped up around my hips and my legs still wound around him. Even through my bunched up petticoat and skirt, and his pants, I could feel his hardness pressing and growing against me.
Finally our need for oxygen forced our wonderful kiss to end. I slowly sat up, straddling his hips with my legs folded back under me and my palms against his massive chest.
Gasping for breath, the only word I could force out of my mouth was "Wow!"
He looked up at me with the sweetest, most innocent smile I had even seen. "Did I do it right?" he asked in earnest.
I sat there a few moments unbuttoning his shirt and opening it up. I looked at his handsome face and grinned. "You learn fast. That was wonderful, but I think we better keep practicing for a while," I replied hoarsely, still trying to get my breath back as I pulled my undergarments the rest of the way down to my waist, fully exposing my breasts to him for the first time.
He only had a moment to enjoy the view before I lay back down on top of him and pressed them against his powerful chest and eagerly teased his tongue back into my mouth. He gasped a little when I squirmed and pressed myself hard against his swollen manhood.
I finally broke the kiss and raised up far enough for his hands to find their way to my breasts. It didn't take him long to figure out he could make me gasp and squirm against him more just by pinching my hard nipples.
"You sure you wouldn't rather go to town tonight?" I teased, squirming against him a little more.
"I don't think I'll ever wanna go to town again, there's too much to do out here," he mumbled, still kneading my breasts.
I leaned forward so one of my throbbing nipples was only an inch or so from his lips. He just stared at it for a few moments and slid his tongue over his lips.
"Am I supposed to…?" he started to ask.
"I cut his words short. "You're supposed to do whatever you want to do, whatever your heart tells you to do, whatever your desires command you to do," I whispered.
His timid tongue eased its way slowly out of his mouth like a young rabbit easing its way out of its burrow for the very first time. It was like he didn't know what to expect next or maybe he just wasn't sure exactly what he was supposed to do next. It didn't take him long to figure out that he liked the taste and the feel of my nipples in his mouth, because in a matter of seconds his tongue and my swollen nipples were locked in what seemed like mortal battle. His tongue was all over my breasts and he was simply tormenting my sensitive nipples.
When I pressed my breast tight against his lips, he eagerly sucked my enraged nipple as far as possible into his searing mouth. There for a minute I thought he was gonna swallow it. I could feel his excitement starting to mount; his hips were starting to involuntarily move up and down slightly in response to the new sensations in his groin. I have to admit, my hips were doing a little moving too, in response to some long absent sensations of my own. Things were beginning to get pretty wet down there for me as a matter of fact. This young, well-built lad had reawakened my lonely body and he had no clue what he had just done. I had always been an extremely sensual woman to my husband. But he was now long gone and sorely missed, and so was my ability to control my passions any longer.
Young Marcus had no idea what great, new and wonderful, pleasures awaited him on that night of his eighteenth birthday.
