She had come to me and asked for sex. She had come to me and
asked
for sex.
She
had come to
me
and asked for sex.
She had come to me and asked for sex!
The full impact did not sink into my mind for a long couple of hours. As I walked around or sat and thought about it the more the significance of that small detail loomed larger and larger: SHE had asked ME for sex! This was a moment that I had been anxiously awaiting for over a year and hadn't even realized it until it was upon me!
*****
I was sitting in a recliner doing absolutely nothing. I had turned down an opportunity to go to the lake in favor of going shooting. After about fifteen minutes I had decided that I was tired of fighting the thick brush and returned to the cabin. I had stripped off my hot long sleeve shirt and just plopped myself down in a chair. There I sat, looking through the doorways to the bright sunny yard.
Then I saw Mandy pass in front of the screen door. I hadn't known that anyone else had stayed behind. She passed by the other direction. She was wearing tight fitting cut-offs and a snug cotton t-shirt. My mind simply registered these items as I slumped down in the recliner and pushed off a shoe. Then she was at the screen peering in at me. Her shirt was pulled tight against her still smallish eighteen year old breasts. Pert little mounds just big enough to fondle. Her shorts were creased into a 'v' shape centering on her crotch. Her long legs were smooth and tan.
She opened the door and strolled in slowly. She stopped and looked around the kitchen. Brushing her long hair back she turned and stepped toward me. She stopped about five feet directly in front of me in my chair.
"So, whatcha doin?" she asked, in kind of an odd voice.
"Nothin'. Didn't go to the lake?" I pushed off my other shoe.
"No. Didn't feel like swimming or anything," she shrugged and looked at her shoes. "Soooo... what do you want to do?" she asked looking straight at me, her hands restlessly stroking her thighs.
"I don't know," I said straightening up and sitting forward in the chair. Our faces were about four feet apart. "What do you want to do?"
"Well, do you want to play with my breasts? Suck them and stuff?" She blurted out, eyebrows arched and hands spread in the questioning pose.
"Why... uh... sure I would, yeah," I managed not to scream the answer. I smiled up at her. "Why don't we go to the back bedroom for that?"
"OK," she chirped and she turned to walk around the chair. She was already pulling the hem of her shirt out of her shorts!
*****
I walked quickly up beside her and bent my face to her ear. "Let's go for a walk in the woods together," I whispered loud enough for her to hear. I sensed a blush crossing her face.
"A walk?" she said through her teeth.
"It's not what you think it is," I said a little louder. I glanced into her eyes and smiled. "Meet me behind the barn in five minutes." I turned and walked quickly into the house.
I grabbed my rifle and loudly announced to everyone and to no one that I was going to go squirrel hunting. I went out the back door and hurried up the hill into the woods. I fired off several shots into the trees in the direction directly opposite that of the barn. Then I hurried down the old trail which ran behind the property and came close behind the barn.
*****
I surprised her by taking her hand and leading her through the grass and ferns back into the woods. We went perhaps forty or fifty yards until we came to a semi-shaded grassy area under some slender trees. We had been here before once or twice (maybe more) over the course of our sexual relationship.
I turned to face her and took her other hand. I noticed a soft blush on her cheeks as we held hands there in the meadow. I smiled at her. She cocked and eyebrow at me, questioning my smile and the hand holding. We didn't, after all, ever hold hands.
******
She slowly took hold of my jeans and began twisting and puling at the button. A wry smile twitched at her lips. I stood still, hands on her forearms as she worked. After the button gave way she pulled the zipper apart. Reaching part way around my waist she pulled my jeans down to the middle of my thighs. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and began pushing down. A quick smile passed over her face as she glanced down and noticed the obvious bulge in my shorts. She actually giggled softly as she had to pull the elastic out and over my bulging erection. She pushed both shorts and jeans down to my knees.
"Now I'm going to take off your shirt," I said matter of factly, slipping my hands down to her waist. She stood still looking first at my smiling face and then through me. My hands tugged the hem out of her shorts. My fingers moved inside the hem and slid up her smooth sides, pushing the shirt as they rose. Mandy lifted her arms for me and the thin flowered shirt fell to the grass. She began to pull off a bra strap.
"Ah ah ah!" I smiled as I gently pulled her hand away. I pulled her close to me and reached around her almost in a hug. The thin cotton of her bra brushed against my bare chest as I slipped my fingers into her straps. I squeezed and twisted and first one then the second hooked gave way. I slid my hands up over her shoulders and slowly pulled the shoulder straps down her arms and let them fall. My hands came to rest on her hips. Her erect nipples were about three inches from my chest.
And we stood there like that for a minute or two. My hands on Mandy's naked waist and she glancing around, up and down, and occasionally grinning slightly up at me. My erection actually started to soften.
"Well? What now?" she asked.
