"Excuse me?"
The voice was a woman's. He stopped and turned around.
She was almost as tall as him, with long blonde wavy hair flowing gently in the rooftop breeze. She was wearing a man's blue and white striped shirt, unbuttoned. Underneath, a yellow bikini, accentuating her tan and almost but not quite hiding a gorgeous hourglass figure. Striking blue eyes and a sultry smile that almost made his knees buckle finished the picture of an attractive woman that had stopped the paper boy on his rounds.
His rounds was in the city's most affluent neighbourhood, a series of shops, apartments, and penthouses built over and around an old shipyard.
He'd noticed the woman on his rounds before, as she was a frequent user of the rooftop pool, explaining her tan and her swimwear. He'd stolen more than one furtive glance at her and her neighbours on his rounds, idly fantasizing about their bodies and what he'd do with and to them given half a chance.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
He heaved an inward sigh as he nodded. Probably she was unhappy about the delivery of the evening paper and about to give him a piece of her mind. That smile, though...
"I'd like to discuss this in private, if you don't mind."
OK? Curious, but he wouldn't mind getting out of the blistering sun for a few minutes, so he said "sure", and swallowed drily as she beckoned him into her penthouse.
She held the door open to him, and as he passed her he could smell her. It was a heady mix of a warm sunbaked body, fresh sweat, clean clothes, and expensive soap and perfume. It was intoxicating, alluring, and he wondered just what the hell was getting himself into.
He heard the door close behind him and she brushed past him, grazing his warm and sweaty form. "I think you could use a drink. Come with me."
He hesitated. He felt very self conscious. He was dressed in worn out jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt turned grayish black from the ink of the newspapers he carried. She was clean and smelled of fresh flowers, and her apartment...
The entrance alone spoke of wealth and taste, and he was afraid of breathing too loudly or harshly lest he break something.
"Well come along, I won't bite you."
He followed her, acutely aware of her long sculpted legs and her butt moving behind the oversized shirt she was wearing.
They entered the kitchen area and she poured him a glass of cold water. She handed it to him, their fingers grazing, sending shivers through his body.
She leaned her back on the kitchen counter, the shirt sliding off just enough to reveal more of her body. She fixed him with her eyes.
"I've noticed you. You're trying to be discreet about it, but you like checking out the women here, don't you?"
There was no point denying it. He just nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
"There is a longing in your eyes. I am guessing you don't have much experience with women."
"No I don't, unless you count what I've read about, um, women and men" he replied awkwardly.
She cocked an eyebrow at that. "And what have you read and what have you learned?" Her tone was amused and teasing, her smile playful. But he sensed no malice, so he pressed on, blushing furiously.
"Um, well, that- that, the thing with the, um, sex, can be wonderful if done right, but only if there's agreement by both and proper precautions are made and-"
He was babbling a mile a minute now, and she looked at him amused as he got more and more awkward. She stood up from her leaning posture and sauntered towards him, that playful smile still on her lips.
"Well, I like you. You are clearly not conceited, and I get the feeling you are unaware of just how attractive you are." She was so close to him now that he could feel and smell her breath, and he could feel the heat of her body radiating towards him.
She cupped his face in one hand and looked at him. The touch of her hand made him catch his breath as his dick roared to life and pressed painfully against his pants. He twitched involuntarily and she smiled at his predicament.
"We can't have you delivering papers in this state," she whispered, leaning so close that he could feel her boobs press against his chest as her warm breath caressed his ear. Her left hand grabbed him by the nape of his neck, pulling him toward her. He gasped as he felt her nibble on his earlobe as her right hand stroked the outside of his pants, feeling his erection through the rough fabric.
"No. That won't do at all." Her voice was deeper now, tinged with lust. He was suddenly aware of her hands busying themselves with his belt buckle, buttons and zipper of his jeans.
He felt powerless to stop her and he didn't want her to, anyway. She slowly pulled his pants down and giggled when she saw his dick straining against the boxer shorts. She hooked her fingers on the top of his boxers and slowly pulled them down as she too sank to the floor in front of him.
"My my, look at this" she said, and there was no denying the tone of her voice now. She was horny as hell. She gently grasped his manhood, and his knees buckled as she slowly started stroking him.
"Lie down." He obeyed her instantly, lying on his back with his dick standing up like a throbbing flagpole.
She straddled his knees and lowered her head towards his member. She started licking the length of his shaft and he struggled to breathe as stars flashed before his eyes. Then she focused on the head of the cock, licking and lightly sucking him before she started sweeping her tongue around the glans.
He could not contain his moans under her administrations, and he started bucking his hips against her mouth in eager frustration of wanting more.
And then she engulfed him completely with her mouth and started working on him rhythmically up and down, in and out, while her tongue seemed to live a life of its own, hitting all the sweet spots.
He was not going to last very long. He came with a roar and emptied copious amounts of semen into her mouth. He could hear her moan and swallow and swallow and moan as he spent himself inside her.
He almost blacked out from the pleasure and lay panting on the floor, feeling her mouth still on his cock.
He slowly came to his senses. She had released his willy that was still half erect and she was looking at him with a hunger.
"You need to finish your paper route, but I expect you back here as soon as you're done. After all" she winked at him "you owe me a screaming orgasm now".
And how could he refuse? He got up, his legs wobbling. "I can be back here in 30-40 minutes" he told her. A pause. "I need to tell my parents I'll be late, though."
"How old are you?" she inquired. "17" he replied. She smiled, as if expecting a question in return. But he knew better than to ask. "Well, I am old enough to be your mother. I am a mother, in fact, but she'll be with friends until tomorrow, so..."
Another question hung between them, and she volunteered: "I'm married. My husband knows about this, as I know about his lovers. We have an open relationship that actually works. And that's a rare thing."
She seemed lost in thought for a moment, then: "Now hurry up. Finish your rounds and come back to me. I want to experience all of you!"
He stood at the threshold, unsure of the proper etiquette of saying farewell to the woman that had given him his first ever blowjob. She pressed herself against him and whispered "hurry back" as her hands caressed his chest and her teeth playfully nibbled his ear.
Then she unceremoniously turned him around and gave his butt a slap as he headed through the door and out into normality again.
The rest of his rounds were a blur, his mind filled with what had just happened and the promises of more things to come. He passed by people on the street, wondering if they could see on his face what he was thinking about and what had just happened to him. They seemed oblivious.
His rounds finally finished, he called his parents to inform them he'd be incommunicado, that he'd be with some of his high school classmates, and that he more than likely would spend the night sleeping over with them.
The rest of the evening was now his, and his alone. It was a heady feeling of freedom and the promise of more wonderful sex with the beautiful woman he'd been accosted by.
Less than five minutes later, she let him into the huge penthouse apartment again. He had grown more and more apprehensive as he approached, a thousand scenarios running through his mind: what if her husband was there, what if her daughter was there, what if she'd changed her mind?
All these doubts were laid to rest as he entered the apartment. She'd opened the door but kept herself behind it as she let him in. When she closed it, he understood why. She'd changed into very white and very sexy lingerie and draped herself in a black seethrough negligee that, he was sure, was designed to drive him even more wild with lust.
He felt bold tben, and stepped toward her. She stopped him, gently but firmly. "You need a shower. Come with me." He was suddenly selfconsciously aware of his heavy smell of sweat after running with newspapers the whole afternoon. He kicked off his sneakers and they were both assailed by the heavy smell of warm and sweaty feet.
"You DEFINITELY need a shower" she proclaimed, grabbing his hand and pulling him along.
He presently found himself in a luxurious bathroom. Marble floor and walls, and golden taps, a large jacuzzi tub and a spacious shower cabinet.
She made no sign of leaving and he felt a pang of bashfulness until he remembered she'd had his dick and cum in his mouth less than an hour ago. The thought made his dick twitch in anticipation, and he knew they'd see each other naked again before long. And so he stripped in front of her.
He was aware of her eyes taking in his body. He was not very buff, and he had just recently shed the last of his puppy fat as he started working as a paper boy. He was an even 6 foot tall and dark haired with blue eyes. He had a very uneven tan, thanks to his job.
Finally naked, he looked at her. She in turn was checking him out, her eyes lingering unashamedly on his body. "Turn around" she told him, and he obeyed. "I like your body. I think I like you. I want you to fuck me until you drop from exhaustion tonight. I expect nothing less."
Her words held promises of physical delights he'd only dreamed of, and he shivered in anticipation. She nodded towards the shower and he obliged her, stepping inside. He turned the water on and lathered himself once, twice, three times to get rid of any muck and lingering smells. He was dimly aware of her moving about outside, but at this point he was more focused on gifting her with as clean and pristine a body as possible.
Stepping out of the shower, and she was waiting for him with an impossibly huge white and soft and very fuzzy towel. She draped it around his shoulders and started drying him off and massaging him at the same time.
He'd never felt this pampered before. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her touch as her hands roamed all over his body, awakening a deep arousal he'd never experienced before. This was heaven. Bliss.
"Do you see what I'm doing?"
Her words, though soft, startled him out of his reverie. What WAS she doing? "Um..."
She laughed. "See, if I went straight for your dick I would have gotten you off about as quickly as I did earlier. But where's the fun in just coming? Equally important is getting there. Never forget that."
He was smart enough to understand what she was telling him.
"I want to make you feel good, too" he said.
"Not like that, you're not" she retorted, pulling away from him. She reached for a red silk robe and helped him put it on. It was cool and soft and sensuously tickling his skin. "I don't want you catching a cold" she said with a teasing smile.
She was right in front of him, tying a knot on the robe when he realized he needed to show some initiative. He reached up with both hands and slowly plunged them in her hair. It was cool and soft and almost silky against his fingers and he relished the feeling.
She had stopped fiddling with the silk robe, her hands resting on his chest. He plunged deeper and started massaging her scalp. "Hmmmm!" A soft sigh escaped her, and she sounded pleased. "I like this" she offered. "I like feeling your hands being so gentle". Her eyes were closed and her voice was low and happy.
He grasped her head a bit firmer and tilted her face towards him. Her eyes were still closed as he leaned in and kissed her. That took her by surprise, but she said "Oh!" while giggling and returned the kiss.
They traded several pecks where they both attempted to tease the other with their tongue until they clicked and melted in a french kiss whose intensity he was unprepared for. Their lips mashed and slipped against each other as their tongues all but made love, as they plunged and tickled and twirled.
When they released, he felt like a new man. He was rock hard. He was dizzy with lust. His lips were tingling with delight. His breathing was deep and aroused. She was in a similar state of arousal, judging by her heavy breath, heaving breasts, and pink cheeks. "Wow" was all she could think to say.
"Kiss me again" she said in a thick voice. He eagerly obliged. The kiss felt more controlled, but now his hands seemed to be roaming her body of their own accord. Soft smooth skin, delightful curves, silky lingerie, soft boobs, firm butt, smooth legs... this all registered in his fevered brain as he hungrily and deeply kissed her like he'd never kissed anyone before.
They broke the kiss again and she looked at him. "You're- you're a good kisser" she croaked. She seemed surprised but not upset.
"Show me what else you can do with that mouth of yours." He hesitated, then thought he should lighten the mood. He leaned in, intending to startle her by licking the nape of her neck. He himself was kind of ticklish there, and he wanted to surprise her.
He leaned in and licked the side of the neck below and slightly behind her ear. He was not ready for her response at all. She let out a loud moan of "Oh yes!" as his tongue inadvertently hit a sweet spot that made her quiver with delight.
Encouraged by finding her so receptive, he explored her lower neck, and remembering her farewell earlier, started licking and nibbling her ear. "That- that also fe-els good on my neck. Please..."
He lowered his head and opened his mouth and gently bit down on her soft smooth skin. She moaned loudly as he all but devoured her.
"MORE" she demanded. "Devour me! Take me!"
He wanted nothing more than to tear her panties down and fuck her into oblivion. But he also wanted to explore that magnificent body of hers, and he kissed his way down her body.
She snapped out of it and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the bathroom and into a huge bedroom with a king sized bed. She tore off his robe while he did the same to her negligee and bra.
His member was throbbing painfully, pointing towards her like an unfaltering compass needle. He grabbed her boobs, marveling at their softness before licking and sucking on the nipples. She moaned as her hands grasped his dick and started to stroke it.
His hand sauntered down to her crotch to find the panties to be soaked through. There was one thing he wanted to do before fucking her. He pushed her back onto the bed and tore of her panties.
She spread her legs, welcoming him. He started kissing his way up her legs and licked and nibbled his way towards her slit. She was ready for bim, the labial lips splayed and glistening.
He lowered his head and started licking her. A sharp intake of air was followed by gentle guidance in a voice straining to retain composure. He soon found her sweet spots and her preferences and started eating her out in earnest.
It was like nothing he'd expected, but surprisingly pleasant and arousing. She was clean shaven, and there was a clean musky smell he'd never experienced before. He loved how her pussy lips felt against his lips and tongue, and the moans and squeals from her as he explored her.
Her moans grew louder as he tickled her with his tongue, and her hips started gyrating more wildly. Her legs started arcing upwards and her hands gripped his hair and the sheets as she seemed to lose control of her faculties.
And suddenly she went "ah-ah-AH-AH-AAAAH!" as her body tensed like a spring and her gyrating hips all but broke his nose.
She shivered, convulsed, and moaned for a few minutes before opening her eyes again. "You- you're a natural" she exclaimed, half delighted half surprised.
He was aroused like he'd never been before, and he actually marveled at his owm restraint as he'd eaten her out without jumping her bones. But now he neither would nor could wait any longer.
He moved up between her legs and tried entering her. His efforts were somewhat clumsy and she reached down to help him out of his frustration. "Calm down, I'll guide you in" she said reassuringly. There was her hand pulling him by the dick and suddenly she just said "push" and he did and it was like falling into a warm welcoming cave, triggering a shiver of delight that ran all over his body and culminating in his head and he let out a contented and lustful "Aaah! Oh my God!" as he slid inside of her to the hilt and she was moaning and moving under him and he started moving inside of her and she moaned and started moving against him and they were thrusting and moaning and he felt a pressure starting to build both in his head and his dick and he wanted this to last but it felt so good that he couldn't stop and it kept building and building and he kept going faster and faster and suddenly he felt his dick engorge and he felt like his spine was being pulled out of him along with his brain and he roared his lust and contentment as her hungry pussy kept milking him and tickling him until all he could do was laugh and the laughter turned into moans turned into laughter until he collapsed on top of her, spent.
For a long time, all he knew was warmth and pleasure, her breath and her heartbeat beneath him and her warm blushing smooth skin against his face as he slowly caught his breath and started giggling. "Oh. My. GOD!" was all he could think to say before succumbing to more heady giggling. "That was...."
"Just the beginning" she interrupted with a smile. He was happy to see she was giggling too. They snuggled and embraced and kissed, and he couldn't ever remember feeling like this before. So happy. So content. So at peace.
They fell asleep.
The voice was a woman's. He stopped and turned around.
She was almost as tall as him, with long blonde wavy hair flowing gently in the rooftop breeze. She was wearing a man's blue and white striped shirt, unbuttoned. Underneath, a yellow bikini, accentuating her tan and almost but not quite hiding a gorgeous hourglass figure. Striking blue eyes and a sultry smile that almost made his knees buckle finished the picture of an attractive woman that had stopped the paper boy on his rounds.
His rounds was in the city's most affluent neighbourhood, a series of shops, apartments, and penthouses built over and around an old shipyard.
He'd noticed the woman on his rounds before, as she was a frequent user of the rooftop pool, explaining her tan and her swimwear. He'd stolen more than one furtive glance at her and her neighbours on his rounds, idly fantasizing about their bodies and what he'd do with and to them given half a chance.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
He heaved an inward sigh as he nodded. Probably she was unhappy about the delivery of the evening paper and about to give him a piece of her mind. That smile, though...
"I'd like to discuss this in private, if you don't mind."
OK? Curious, but he wouldn't mind getting out of the blistering sun for a few minutes, so he said "sure", and swallowed drily as she beckoned him into her penthouse.
She held the door open to him, and as he passed her he could smell her. It was a heady mix of a warm sunbaked body, fresh sweat, clean clothes, and expensive soap and perfume. It was intoxicating, alluring, and he wondered just what the hell was getting himself into.
He heard the door close behind him and she brushed past him, grazing his warm and sweaty form. "I think you could use a drink. Come with me."
He hesitated. He felt very self conscious. He was dressed in worn out jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt turned grayish black from the ink of the newspapers he carried. She was clean and smelled of fresh flowers, and her apartment...
The entrance alone spoke of wealth and taste, and he was afraid of breathing too loudly or harshly lest he break something.
"Well come along, I won't bite you."
He followed her, acutely aware of her long sculpted legs and her butt moving behind the oversized shirt she was wearing.
They entered the kitchen area and she poured him a glass of cold water. She handed it to him, their fingers grazing, sending shivers through his body.
She leaned her back on the kitchen counter, the shirt sliding off just enough to reveal more of her body. She fixed him with her eyes.
"I've noticed you. You're trying to be discreet about it, but you like checking out the women here, don't you?"
There was no point denying it. He just nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
"There is a longing in your eyes. I am guessing you don't have much experience with women."
"No I don't, unless you count what I've read about, um, women and men" he replied awkwardly.
She cocked an eyebrow at that. "And what have you read and what have you learned?" Her tone was amused and teasing, her smile playful. But he sensed no malice, so he pressed on, blushing furiously.
"Um, well, that- that, the thing with the, um, sex, can be wonderful if done right, but only if there's agreement by both and proper precautions are made and-"
He was babbling a mile a minute now, and she looked at him amused as he got more and more awkward. She stood up from her leaning posture and sauntered towards him, that playful smile still on her lips.
"Well, I like you. You are clearly not conceited, and I get the feeling you are unaware of just how attractive you are." She was so close to him now that he could feel and smell her breath, and he could feel the heat of her body radiating towards him.
She cupped his face in one hand and looked at him. The touch of her hand made him catch his breath as his dick roared to life and pressed painfully against his pants. He twitched involuntarily and she smiled at his predicament.
"We can't have you delivering papers in this state," she whispered, leaning so close that he could feel her boobs press against his chest as her warm breath caressed his ear. Her left hand grabbed him by the nape of his neck, pulling him toward her. He gasped as he felt her nibble on his earlobe as her right hand stroked the outside of his pants, feeling his erection through the rough fabric.
"No. That won't do at all." Her voice was deeper now, tinged with lust. He was suddenly aware of her hands busying themselves with his belt buckle, buttons and zipper of his jeans.
He felt powerless to stop her and he didn't want her to, anyway. She slowly pulled his pants down and giggled when she saw his dick straining against the boxer shorts. She hooked her fingers on the top of his boxers and slowly pulled them down as she too sank to the floor in front of him.
"My my, look at this" she said, and there was no denying the tone of her voice now. She was horny as hell. She gently grasped his manhood, and his knees buckled as she slowly started stroking him.
"Lie down." He obeyed her instantly, lying on his back with his dick standing up like a throbbing flagpole.
She straddled his knees and lowered her head towards his member. She started licking the length of his shaft and he struggled to breathe as stars flashed before his eyes. Then she focused on the head of the cock, licking and lightly sucking him before she started sweeping her tongue around the glans.
He could not contain his moans under her administrations, and he started bucking his hips against her mouth in eager frustration of wanting more.
And then she engulfed him completely with her mouth and started working on him rhythmically up and down, in and out, while her tongue seemed to live a life of its own, hitting all the sweet spots.
He was not going to last very long. He came with a roar and emptied copious amounts of semen into her mouth. He could hear her moan and swallow and swallow and moan as he spent himself inside her.
He almost blacked out from the pleasure and lay panting on the floor, feeling her mouth still on his cock.
He slowly came to his senses. She had released his willy that was still half erect and she was looking at him with a hunger.
"You need to finish your paper route, but I expect you back here as soon as you're done. After all" she winked at him "you owe me a screaming orgasm now".
And how could he refuse? He got up, his legs wobbling. "I can be back here in 30-40 minutes" he told her. A pause. "I need to tell my parents I'll be late, though."
"How old are you?" she inquired. "17" he replied. She smiled, as if expecting a question in return. But he knew better than to ask. "Well, I am old enough to be your mother. I am a mother, in fact, but she'll be with friends until tomorrow, so..."
Another question hung between them, and she volunteered: "I'm married. My husband knows about this, as I know about his lovers. We have an open relationship that actually works. And that's a rare thing."
She seemed lost in thought for a moment, then: "Now hurry up. Finish your rounds and come back to me. I want to experience all of you!"
He stood at the threshold, unsure of the proper etiquette of saying farewell to the woman that had given him his first ever blowjob. She pressed herself against him and whispered "hurry back" as her hands caressed his chest and her teeth playfully nibbled his ear.
Then she unceremoniously turned him around and gave his butt a slap as he headed through the door and out into normality again.
The rest of his rounds were a blur, his mind filled with what had just happened and the promises of more things to come. He passed by people on the street, wondering if they could see on his face what he was thinking about and what had just happened to him. They seemed oblivious.
His rounds finally finished, he called his parents to inform them he'd be incommunicado, that he'd be with some of his high school classmates, and that he more than likely would spend the night sleeping over with them.
The rest of the evening was now his, and his alone. It was a heady feeling of freedom and the promise of more wonderful sex with the beautiful woman he'd been accosted by.
Less than five minutes later, she let him into the huge penthouse apartment again. He had grown more and more apprehensive as he approached, a thousand scenarios running through his mind: what if her husband was there, what if her daughter was there, what if she'd changed her mind?
All these doubts were laid to rest as he entered the apartment. She'd opened the door but kept herself behind it as she let him in. When she closed it, he understood why. She'd changed into very white and very sexy lingerie and draped herself in a black seethrough negligee that, he was sure, was designed to drive him even more wild with lust.
He felt bold tben, and stepped toward her. She stopped him, gently but firmly. "You need a shower. Come with me." He was suddenly selfconsciously aware of his heavy smell of sweat after running with newspapers the whole afternoon. He kicked off his sneakers and they were both assailed by the heavy smell of warm and sweaty feet.
"You DEFINITELY need a shower" she proclaimed, grabbing his hand and pulling him along.
He presently found himself in a luxurious bathroom. Marble floor and walls, and golden taps, a large jacuzzi tub and a spacious shower cabinet.
She made no sign of leaving and he felt a pang of bashfulness until he remembered she'd had his dick and cum in his mouth less than an hour ago. The thought made his dick twitch in anticipation, and he knew they'd see each other naked again before long. And so he stripped in front of her.
He was aware of her eyes taking in his body. He was not very buff, and he had just recently shed the last of his puppy fat as he started working as a paper boy. He was an even 6 foot tall and dark haired with blue eyes. He had a very uneven tan, thanks to his job.
Finally naked, he looked at her. She in turn was checking him out, her eyes lingering unashamedly on his body. "Turn around" she told him, and he obeyed. "I like your body. I think I like you. I want you to fuck me until you drop from exhaustion tonight. I expect nothing less."
Her words held promises of physical delights he'd only dreamed of, and he shivered in anticipation. She nodded towards the shower and he obliged her, stepping inside. He turned the water on and lathered himself once, twice, three times to get rid of any muck and lingering smells. He was dimly aware of her moving about outside, but at this point he was more focused on gifting her with as clean and pristine a body as possible.
Stepping out of the shower, and she was waiting for him with an impossibly huge white and soft and very fuzzy towel. She draped it around his shoulders and started drying him off and massaging him at the same time.
He'd never felt this pampered before. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her touch as her hands roamed all over his body, awakening a deep arousal he'd never experienced before. This was heaven. Bliss.
"Do you see what I'm doing?"
Her words, though soft, startled him out of his reverie. What WAS she doing? "Um..."
She laughed. "See, if I went straight for your dick I would have gotten you off about as quickly as I did earlier. But where's the fun in just coming? Equally important is getting there. Never forget that."
He was smart enough to understand what she was telling him.
"I want to make you feel good, too" he said.
"Not like that, you're not" she retorted, pulling away from him. She reached for a red silk robe and helped him put it on. It was cool and soft and sensuously tickling his skin. "I don't want you catching a cold" she said with a teasing smile.
She was right in front of him, tying a knot on the robe when he realized he needed to show some initiative. He reached up with both hands and slowly plunged them in her hair. It was cool and soft and almost silky against his fingers and he relished the feeling.
She had stopped fiddling with the silk robe, her hands resting on his chest. He plunged deeper and started massaging her scalp. "Hmmmm!" A soft sigh escaped her, and she sounded pleased. "I like this" she offered. "I like feeling your hands being so gentle". Her eyes were closed and her voice was low and happy.
He grasped her head a bit firmer and tilted her face towards him. Her eyes were still closed as he leaned in and kissed her. That took her by surprise, but she said "Oh!" while giggling and returned the kiss.
They traded several pecks where they both attempted to tease the other with their tongue until they clicked and melted in a french kiss whose intensity he was unprepared for. Their lips mashed and slipped against each other as their tongues all but made love, as they plunged and tickled and twirled.
When they released, he felt like a new man. He was rock hard. He was dizzy with lust. His lips were tingling with delight. His breathing was deep and aroused. She was in a similar state of arousal, judging by her heavy breath, heaving breasts, and pink cheeks. "Wow" was all she could think to say.
"Kiss me again" she said in a thick voice. He eagerly obliged. The kiss felt more controlled, but now his hands seemed to be roaming her body of their own accord. Soft smooth skin, delightful curves, silky lingerie, soft boobs, firm butt, smooth legs... this all registered in his fevered brain as he hungrily and deeply kissed her like he'd never kissed anyone before.
They broke the kiss again and she looked at him. "You're- you're a good kisser" she croaked. She seemed surprised but not upset.
"Show me what else you can do with that mouth of yours." He hesitated, then thought he should lighten the mood. He leaned in, intending to startle her by licking the nape of her neck. He himself was kind of ticklish there, and he wanted to surprise her.
He leaned in and licked the side of the neck below and slightly behind her ear. He was not ready for her response at all. She let out a loud moan of "Oh yes!" as his tongue inadvertently hit a sweet spot that made her quiver with delight.
Encouraged by finding her so receptive, he explored her lower neck, and remembering her farewell earlier, started licking and nibbling her ear. "That- that also fe-els good on my neck. Please..."
He lowered his head and opened his mouth and gently bit down on her soft smooth skin. She moaned loudly as he all but devoured her.
"MORE" she demanded. "Devour me! Take me!"
He wanted nothing more than to tear her panties down and fuck her into oblivion. But he also wanted to explore that magnificent body of hers, and he kissed his way down her body.
She snapped out of it and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the bathroom and into a huge bedroom with a king sized bed. She tore off his robe while he did the same to her negligee and bra.
His member was throbbing painfully, pointing towards her like an unfaltering compass needle. He grabbed her boobs, marveling at their softness before licking and sucking on the nipples. She moaned as her hands grasped his dick and started to stroke it.
His hand sauntered down to her crotch to find the panties to be soaked through. There was one thing he wanted to do before fucking her. He pushed her back onto the bed and tore of her panties.
She spread her legs, welcoming him. He started kissing his way up her legs and licked and nibbled his way towards her slit. She was ready for bim, the labial lips splayed and glistening.
He lowered his head and started licking her. A sharp intake of air was followed by gentle guidance in a voice straining to retain composure. He soon found her sweet spots and her preferences and started eating her out in earnest.
It was like nothing he'd expected, but surprisingly pleasant and arousing. She was clean shaven, and there was a clean musky smell he'd never experienced before. He loved how her pussy lips felt against his lips and tongue, and the moans and squeals from her as he explored her.
Her moans grew louder as he tickled her with his tongue, and her hips started gyrating more wildly. Her legs started arcing upwards and her hands gripped his hair and the sheets as she seemed to lose control of her faculties.
And suddenly she went "ah-ah-AH-AH-AAAAH!" as her body tensed like a spring and her gyrating hips all but broke his nose.
She shivered, convulsed, and moaned for a few minutes before opening her eyes again. "You- you're a natural" she exclaimed, half delighted half surprised.
He was aroused like he'd never been before, and he actually marveled at his owm restraint as he'd eaten her out without jumping her bones. But now he neither would nor could wait any longer.
He moved up between her legs and tried entering her. His efforts were somewhat clumsy and she reached down to help him out of his frustration. "Calm down, I'll guide you in" she said reassuringly. There was her hand pulling him by the dick and suddenly she just said "push" and he did and it was like falling into a warm welcoming cave, triggering a shiver of delight that ran all over his body and culminating in his head and he let out a contented and lustful "Aaah! Oh my God!" as he slid inside of her to the hilt and she was moaning and moving under him and he started moving inside of her and she moaned and started moving against him and they were thrusting and moaning and he felt a pressure starting to build both in his head and his dick and he wanted this to last but it felt so good that he couldn't stop and it kept building and building and he kept going faster and faster and suddenly he felt his dick engorge and he felt like his spine was being pulled out of him along with his brain and he roared his lust and contentment as her hungry pussy kept milking him and tickling him until all he could do was laugh and the laughter turned into moans turned into laughter until he collapsed on top of her, spent.
For a long time, all he knew was warmth and pleasure, her breath and her heartbeat beneath him and her warm blushing smooth skin against his face as he slowly caught his breath and started giggling. "Oh. My. GOD!" was all he could think to say before succumbing to more heady giggling. "That was...."
"Just the beginning" she interrupted with a smile. He was happy to see she was giggling too. They snuggled and embraced and kissed, and he couldn't ever remember feeling like this before. So happy. So content. So at peace.
They fell asleep.